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[engel]

[ Remaining idle has never been one of Asch's strong points at any time in his life, so it should come as no surprise that he would find a way to spend his spare time doing something productive. As of late you might have seen the winged original bustling about hither and tither, to and fro, and even yonder as he transported -- among other things -- a great many boxes, several types of food, and a boatload of furniture. All this was being taken in the direction of a city located near the ocean's shoreline, to an outdoor cafe that would give a hole in the wall a bad name.

Only one small (if tasty-smelling) box remains to be taken from the apartments to said cafe. You're free to catch him anywhere along the way, with his hair neatly braided and sporting a spotless, ruffle-free apron. Mock at your own risk, drecks. ]

[ooc: My internet is being a wonky POS, so replies might be sporadic. D:]

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*Eeeee*

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

Walking where?

*Molestmolestmolests*

[engel]

[ Grumble.

Continues onward, waving his hand vaguely in the direction he was originally going. ]

That way.

*FLAIL*

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

Want some company?

♥♥♥

[engel]

[ DAMN. Only not really. It wouldn't be half as much fun on his own. ]

I suppose I can live with that.

♥♥♥♥♥

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

Anything I can do to help you out?

♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥!

[engel]

[ While they walk she might notice a pleasant pastry smell emanating from the box. ]

Your lazy ass missed all the hard work. [ Tease tease. ]

Lol, heart attack

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

You never told me about it. But... uh... I can take that box for you.

Rofl, that it is♥

[engel]

[ Oh so casually waves the box around~ ]

Didn't I? Hmm. And I have it. That would be rude of me, forcing a lady to carry my stuff around.

Here we go

[transfectional.livejournal.com]

Just because I'm a woman doesn't mean I can't carry something.

Let there be boobage!

[engel]

[ We don't do nice, either. B) ]

Of course not, but I happen to hold myself to higher standards than most.

You Know You Love It

[transfectional.livejournal.com]

Fiiiine. But at least tell me what's in the box?

Damn right I do

[engel]

[ ...we don't have one of those. And now Engel will present her with a variety of baked treats, including several varieties of cupcakes. ]

Take your pick. I didn't know what you might prefer.

;D

[transfectional.livejournal.com]

Really? Thanks!

Sneaky |D

[engel]

[ Shhhh. We have a reputation to uphold. His expression doesn't change much, but given how familiar she is with his "8|" face, he has decidedly pleased air about him. ]

Staying out of trouble, I hope?

What can I say? I'm good at it

[transfectional.livejournal.com]

For now... I haven't gone out much lately.

Hehe♥

[engel]

[ Blinks in mild surprise. Never thought there'd be a day when a replica wanted to stay cooped up. ]

And look what happened: you grew a pair again.

[transfectional.livejournal.com]

I can't help what happens while I'm sleeping.

[engel]

[ While he's vocal to the point his does it to shut him up. ]

I'm well aware of that. [ Ruffles her hair some and slings an arm around her waist. ]

[transfectional.livejournal.com]

Besides, I don't mind being this way.

[engel]

[ Same time we do: never. ]

No objections from me either. It suits you. [ And it gives him something to smoosh on, which he does. ]

...there's something I want to show you.

[transfectional.livejournal.com]

So everyone keeps telling me. Who would have thought?

What is it?

[engel]

When you happen to mirror certain aesthetic qualities of an attractive individual, it shouldn't come as that much of a surprise. [ Teasing again~ Or is he? ]

A place that you might enjoy.

[transfectional.livejournal.com]

Who could that individual possibly be?

Okay, lead the way.

[engel]

I can hardly begin to imagine. [ Hey now. That's not very fair. ]

If you think you can keep up with me. [ Because he's going to glide now. ]

[transfectional.livejournal.com]

I'm the one who showed you how to do this!