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Log: Bianchi and Shamal

Bianchi had sent off a slap dash note to Shamal on where to meet her so she could break his finger. She was already regretting the offer. She didn't know how long she could stand being in the same room with him. But if she was causing him pain she might be able to deal with it for a little while. Maybe. She sat in a booth at a local cafe and sipped espresso looking irritated. With herself and with him. She could just leave still. She looked at her watch and seriously considered it.

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Bianchi seemed to come back to the conversation and looked at him almost tiredly. "Why can't you show this restraint more often?"

To be honest, Shamal was only showing this much restraint because he didn't want his finger broken. The less angry he made Bianchi, the longer he would be pain-free. He would never say such a thing, though. Instead, the Doctor shrugs, again taking a sip of his espresso.

It was probably good he didn't show his hand or she'd find a way to threaten his bones every time he was near. Since he says nothing she sits back and waits for her refill. "Did you have something else you needed to say, or shall we get this over with?"

"...Did I mention how lovely you are?" The Doctor asked sheepishly, suddenly feeling the need to tie his shoes a bit tighter. Maybe if he just ran...

"Stalling. Are you going to become a coward, Shamal?" Bianchi was half smiling now. She leaned forward waiting for him to come back up, legs uncrossing so that she could kick a chair at him if he decided to run for it.

He sighs. "I am a man of my word, after all..." The man braces himself, offering his hand to the Italian woman before him.

Well what do you know, Shamal was going to be forthcoming. She took his hand spreading his fingers out with her own. "When it suits you." He had doctors hands. But there were calluses from fighting still. "Index finger is what we agreed to, no?"

"...I'd still rather you do the pinky" he admitted sheepishly, suddenly very found of his index finger.

[She smiles at him like a shark, still holding his hand] I could do both if you'd like.

"...index it is then" He sighs, now looking away so as he doesn't have to witness it. He knew from experience that watching a wound in the making made on all that more aware of it and intensified the pain.

Bianchi lifted his hand for a better position, she didn't feel any remorse for doing this to him. It was easy to remember all the times he'd grabbed her unexpectedly, tried to kiss her, or said disgusting things to her. Even with girls far too young to know how to deal with him. She wouldn't let his calm now deter her although it made her look like a bad guy in this cafe. She was accustom to being the bad guy. With a quick twist and pull she snapped his finger at a knuckle where it would hurt for a few days but he could easily set it, splint it and be done with it. She let it drop and smiled cheerfully up at the horrified waitress who had brought her a new cup of espresso.

"Thank you." She takes the cup and sets it down in front of herself, waving a hand over it to let it cool before taking a sip. "Well, that was therapeutic."

Shamal's face contorts uncomfertably for a moment with a burst of pain, and then, nothing. His eyebrows furrow for a moment, and he cradles his hand with the unborkne one, looking down at it. Ah, smart move. The knuckle. It wasn't that big of a deal to fix, though. So long as she wasn't gouging his eyes out with chopsticks, he was fine with it. And she touched him ~

"Glad I could be of service, bella"

"You know you're absolutely insane, right?" She looked at him mildly.

There. Finger already in a split and everything. Now, just to pick up some pain killers on the way home and tada! He'll be fine. The Doctor looks up at Bianchi, tying a little boy with the bandages. He smirks knowingly, not saying anything, and returns to his work.

Bianchi just watches him work as though she didn't call him out here just to break his finger and send him on his way. She sips her espresso and is very zen.

Shamal turns to his own espresso, drowning the rest of the cup. Bah, it was cold already. Ah well. It had been a while since he had coffee, much less coffee in the pressense of a good-looking woman. The Doctor was pleasently surprised that the Italian hadn't banished him from her sight yet, but hey, he wasn't one to speak up and remind her. Instead, he figured some light conversation would be nice.

"So. How's your brother? I haven't seen him lately"

Huh, he wasn't leaving. Oh well, she'd broken his finger, she was feeling generous. She could put up with him for a while long-

She feels something inside clench at that.

Bianchi sets the cup down at looks down at it. "Hayato ... does not want to talk to me." She stared at it. Intently. Then seems to relax again, closing her eyes and softening her features. "But he is seeing a woman. And he seems happy."

The Doctor's gaze softens a little at that. He knows that as much as Bianchi has done to Gokudera, none of it has been out of malice. She really does try hard for her brother, and that child just can't see through it. Though, he did suppose if you were poisoned nearly everday for the bulk of yur childhood you would harbor some hard feelings. His smirk picks up again, however, at seeing Bianchi's features again soften. "That kid? WIth a woman? I don't see that lasting very long on account he hates the oppisite gender"

Bianchi opens her eyes enough to frown at Shamal. Jesus she hadn't really made him hate women, had she? "Just because he doesn't try to molest every woman he sees does not mean he hates women."

Shamal's gaze flattens. "That's not what I meant" He sighs, motioning for the waitress to please refill his cup. "I meant that he doesn't seem to like anyone. Although he gets most annoyed with girls"

Bianchi shrugged. "He seems perfectly happy with this woman. Love can calm even the most voracious tempers." She stirs her espresso absently. "I don't know much more than that. The woman is timid, but I like her."

Heh. Love. From a teenager? Shamal highly doubted it, especially with the bomber's temper and overall demeaner. But he did, to a point, trust Bianchi's judgement. So he nods, pouring a smidge of sugar into his coffee. "Think he needs some advice?"

Bianchi sighed and leaned her chin on her hand looking sadly into her drink. "Probably." The she looked up with a frown at him. "But not from you." And not from her. Even if she wanted to help him, to watch him blossom in love. To see him truly happy. And she's back to her espresso again.

Shamal's grin faltered, and he sighed, standing and reaching (with his non-broken hand) into his back pocket. He knows when there was a time to get going. He pulls out a scraggly looking leather wallet, and deposits a few dollar pills under his coffee cup. Just enough to pay for all the caffeine they had been drinking, "Well, bella, while this has been a wonderful date, I'm afraid I think my presence has warn out it's welcome"

She sighs and sits back in her seat rubbing her eyes tiredly. "It wasn't a date. Goodbye, Shamal."

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