Log: Bianchi and Shamal

[deadlydelicacy]

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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[onlytreatswomen.livejournal.com]

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"

[deadlydelicacy.livejournal.com]

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."

[onlytreatswomen.livejournal.com]

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?"

[deadlydelicacy.livejournal.com]

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.

[onlytreatswomen.livejournal.com]

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"

[deadlydelicacy.livejournal.com]

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

[onlytreatswomen.livejournal.com]

His smirk is back on those slighty hairy lips, and he waves at her. With the broken-fingered hand, actually, though it's in a splint already. With that, he takes his coat, draping it over his shoulder and stalks off into the street.