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So when are you going to make me dinner?

[She'll give it a few seconds pause, to let it sink in and let the hopes ( and maybe another thing ) inflate before-]

Oh my, sorry that was for Mr. Rookie Magnum. But could you ask him for me anyway?

[So very transparent, but hopefully it'd still get amusing results regardless.]

You don't say. Enjoy the diarrhea his runny eggs and bacon give you, my darling.

[now, one might think the tone of this texts reflects an uncaring nature

believe you me, Lupin is probably opening his mouth to bitch at Jigen as we speak]

Edited 2016-04-01 03:32 (UTC)

Your ability to uptalk your spouse needs a bit of work, Lupin. Are you sure he doesn't do that to you on purpose?

He wouldn't dare. He doesn't like my colorful commentary on what he makes. And what makes you think this is really the tip of that particular iceberg of....skill.

As much as Mr. Rookie Magnum claims to dislike me, I doubt he'd do anything to actively hurt me. He wouldn't offer unless he knew it was palatable.

Are you so sure this isn't his plan? He might not be The plan guy, but he's got a few things stirring.

Oh my, are you trying to imply he doesn't have my best interests at heart?

Are you implying you'd take him into your mouth without knowing what comes next?

Isn't it obvious what would happen after did anything orally long enough?

Not necessarily with this one.

So then what would your suggestion be for me to do, Lupin? Even if he's your spouse, I'm not interested in letting him off the hook so easily.

What if I play the martyr here? Will that be enough for your appetite?

Maybe. There's only one way to find out.

You say that....where are you?

Outdoor pool.

I'll be there shortly.

[The weather, as it had been for most of the time Fujiko had been here, was warm and sunny, with a few gentle breezes interspersed. Perfect sun tan weather, and the abundance of comfortable chairs did little to deter her from one of her favorite past times.

She was wearing a pink and white crosschecked bikini and overly large sunglasses, a radio that was nestled next to her was playing soft jazz as she reclined on her back, hands tucked behind her head.

Even as Lupin approached, she made no signs of moving. It was strange to think that even though they had been communicating this whole time, even though it always felt like he was just over her shoulder, that this was the first time she'd be meeting him face to face here. She was a bit anxious, but at the same time, curious as to what he had in mind.]

[As fate? would dictate, Lupin's dressed in his usual jacket and slack combo, isn't even wearing flip-flops to accommodate the weather.

The thief swaggers over, his pulse thudding hard in his throat the moment he sees her. When he stops before Fujiko, he cocks an eyebrow.]

You really think you'll keep getting me like this, don't you?

You came, didn't you?

[Fujiko smiled easily enough as she pushed her sunglasses up to wink at him. She had wanted to see what an angry Lupin looked like, to know if she had pushed him too far. People had little patience for her antics once they caught onto them, and she was waiting to see how long it would take before Lupin too, would grow tired of her.]

Unless you've found another way to get rid of your boredom?

[oh that little wink...that little minx.

He isn't sure if he's angry or thrilled. All he knows is not all the blood's gonna be in his brain by the time this...whatever this is, is over and done with.

(they're never done)]

Here's another thing...what makes you think I won't relieve you of your boredom right here? Where everyone can hear you.

[he slowly puts his hands on the iron curve of the chair]

[Not for the first time she felt that magnetic pull towards Lupin, a feeling so strong and natural some days she wondered why she fought it. But just as often as it drew her to him, it repelled her as well. Either way she kept herself carefully still and aloof, making no move to close the distance between them or make a run for it. She had been the one to say she had no escape routes, after all.

Instead she let out a small laugh, pulling her shades back down.]

You haven't waited as long as you have to be satisfied with such cheap theatrics.

[so she's going to play it this way, huh. Let him tip the scales. Been there, done that.

He wedges one knee on the seat. Leans in further, but not enough to breathe her in, not enough to press his nose to hers]

Cheap? You're never cheap to me, baby. No, you're something else.

[That knee was going to get some attention from her, mostly because they have set boundaries, and set patterns for interaction. Was his patience already at it's limits? But no, he hasn't moved further than that, leaving it to her. How charming.

That line was going to make her laugh, soft and low as she propped herself up, pushing her shades back up so she could grin in his face.]

So you keep saying. Have you figured out what that 'something else' is?

[She was going to leave a few inches of distance between them, close enough that she could feel the warmth radiating off of him, but far enough she wouldn't be caught in that charisma trap of his.]

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