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[withmeinparadise]

depends on when you get the dress.

[evocation]

give me a couple days?

[withmeinparadise]

that quick, huh?
gimme a week and a half, i'll set everything up.

[evocation]

okay
can i ask what we're doing or is it a surprise?

[withmeinparadise]

i dunno, do you want a surprise?

[evocation]

yes
no
give me a hint

[withmeinparadise]

i figured telling you to get a fancy dress was a pretty good hint already.

[evocation]

i never go anywhere fancy
i'm totally worthless at stuff like this

[withmeinparadise]

okay, okay. it's a place someone told me about at work.

[evocation]

uh
another casino? a bar?

[withmeinparadise]

you said you wanted a hint. you really want me to spill the beans here?

[evocation]

no, that would be lame
you're right
i'm on my way, just so you know

[withmeinparadise]

so you found a trenchcoat?

[evocation]

maybe
it's a surprise

[withmeinparadise]

you're killing me here.

[evocation]

good
that makes it more fun

[withmeinparadise]

secret admirer's gonna be hurt when he hears you got here and i tore you out of that stuff.

[evocation]

will he?
i've got a crazy theory about that

[withmeinparadise]

let's hear it.

[evocation]

i'll tell you in a second
knock knock

[Meaning she's at his door, though unfortunately, she's not wearing a trenchcoat. It's just her usual shorts and tank top combo.]

[withmeinparadise]

[ Shorts and a tank top are a pretty bold choice, under the circumstances: shiny black straps peek out at her neck and thighs, as promising an invitation as any when his gaze sweeps over her. Still room to be a jerk, though: ]

Damn, I was really pulling for the trenchcoat and stilettos look.

[ Meanwhile, he's got a v-neck and jeans on. Call it saving up his fancy clothes for a surprise--it sounds better than laziness. ]

[evocation]

[The v-neck looks good on him, actually. It's not like Kyna's the type to demand high fashion, anyway. She steps inside, standing up on her tiptoes to steal a kiss.]

You're into stilettos, huh?

[withmeinparadise]

[ And Sam bends a little to meet her as the door closes. ]

Be easier to kiss you.

[ He's definitely into stilettos. ]

[evocation]

[Kyna presses her lips against his, brief and chaste, but he gets a rush of playfulness through the bond.]

Ooh, sounds like a bribe.

[withmeinparadise]

[ it's enough of a peck to catch that, enough to get across the happy anticipation he feels in turn. ]

Don't think of it as a bribe. More like a...[ and he's gesturing, as he leads her back through the apartment to his bedroom ]...benefit. Everyone wins here.

[ his room's been hastily cleaned up, dirty clothes a single heap in the corner rather than wherever he tossed them when he took them off. besides them, there's a rumpled bed--sheets only, it's hot out--and a bedside table with a water-glass bouquet of flowers from the upstairs garden. and that's about it. what's there to put in a room, place like this? ]