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Log: Ended.
When; Afternoon of September 30.
Rating; PG to PG-13 to be safe.
Characters; Nagarov![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
beast_unbound and Anita Blake browning_baby
Summary; Nagarov and Anita meet up in a little coffee shop, each for their own reasons.
Log;
As he leaned forward in his chair, reaching out to toy with a packet of sugar on the table, he glanced up at the door to see if she was coming. Sure, he had come early, but he liked to do that. It made people happier, and friendlier, if he wasn't late. Long ago, he wouldn't have given it much thought, but then again, he wasn't what he used to be, or who he used to be. Fusion cannons tended to disable one's power and influence, especially when they destroyed your main vessel with most of your body inside it.
So, here he was, formed as a human and pondering the wild ways of women. He had generally avoided dating, because that meant he was so close that he would be identified with the victim when they conveniently vanished. He just learned the lure tactics that softened them, so that they would tell him about their friends, and their friends would tell him about their friends, and then when one friend four steps down the line didn't come home, and another three steps in a different angle, and another...well, they were a little disconnected by the time he was done. It was like money laundering, only worse.
He tore the corner of the sugar packet and rubbed it between his fingers. Tough paper. Unbleached. Sucrose was good enough for him, though there were better compounds. The cells in his fingers pulled it into his hand, tearing down the fiber and sugar alike.
Back to Anita. Pretty woman, by human standards. She seemed to appreciate the classic kind soul, someone who was honest, genuinely nice, and had an innocent look. There were some humans who didn't; some liked pain, some liked harshness, and some liked plain evil. But she didn't like those. He had done his best to be kind, to avoid touchy questions save for the surface, to seem like a somewhat naive man who simply thought she was a little pretty and wanted to be friends with her.
A human came up and asked him if he wanted anything, and he continued to think while he looked attentive, propped his chin on a red-gloved hand, and spoke a few appropriate words about ordering coffee.
Rating; PG to PG-13 to be safe.
Characters; Nagarov
beast_unbound and Anita Blake browning_babySummary; Nagarov and Anita meet up in a little coffee shop, each for their own reasons.
Log;
As he leaned forward in his chair, reaching out to toy with a packet of sugar on the table, he glanced up at the door to see if she was coming. Sure, he had come early, but he liked to do that. It made people happier, and friendlier, if he wasn't late. Long ago, he wouldn't have given it much thought, but then again, he wasn't what he used to be, or who he used to be. Fusion cannons tended to disable one's power and influence, especially when they destroyed your main vessel with most of your body inside it.
So, here he was, formed as a human and pondering the wild ways of women. He had generally avoided dating, because that meant he was so close that he would be identified with the victim when they conveniently vanished. He just learned the lure tactics that softened them, so that they would tell him about their friends, and their friends would tell him about their friends, and then when one friend four steps down the line didn't come home, and another three steps in a different angle, and another...well, they were a little disconnected by the time he was done. It was like money laundering, only worse.
He tore the corner of the sugar packet and rubbed it between his fingers. Tough paper. Unbleached. Sucrose was good enough for him, though there were better compounds. The cells in his fingers pulled it into his hand, tearing down the fiber and sugar alike.
Back to Anita. Pretty woman, by human standards. She seemed to appreciate the classic kind soul, someone who was honest, genuinely nice, and had an innocent look. There were some humans who didn't; some liked pain, some liked harshness, and some liked plain evil. But she didn't like those. He had done his best to be kind, to avoid touchy questions save for the surface, to seem like a somewhat naive man who simply thought she was a little pretty and wanted to be friends with her.
A human came up and asked him if he wanted anything, and he continued to think while he looked attentive, propped his chin on a red-gloved hand, and spoke a few appropriate words about ordering coffee.