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Post by Kristos Mihal on Dec 9, 2013 3:07:12 GMT -6
Kris just laughed quietly as she spoke of pork balls. "I said spaghetti bolognaise, not spaghetti and meatballs." He chided, an amused tone to his voice. "Difference being more sause, less ball." He opened his eyes. "Just tell them to send up my usual. If Mark answers the phone, tell him I owe him ten bucks for the bet we had on yesterday." He smirked, his eyes still closed.
As she ordered and gave his message, the werewolf opened his eyes and stared at the TV. Some mind-numbing, spirit crushing game show was on, like one of many that were filmed in Vegas. Those kind of shows bored him a little bit, their probability all the same formula. His analytical mind figuring that out pretty quickly.
The channel changed and a news program came on, though he didn't really pay attention to the headlines. Putting an arm around Katt, he smiled slightly. "Ah, sushi... feast of kings." He grinned.
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Post by Katt Stephens on Dec 9, 2013 11:21:09 GMT -6
Katt was thoroughly confused as to what else spaghetti bolognaise could mean except spaghetti with bologna. Which sounded quite terrible, actually. But she had tried worse foods in her life. Like fried cockroaches in Madrid. Never, ever again. Or anything else fried, really. She just hated the crunchiness of it. Especially after the cockroach incident.
She ordered spaghetti and meatballs, and told them what Kris said. She had no idea who it was that answered the phone, so she told the person to tell Mark that Kris owed him ten dollars for a bet. She shrugged, and put the phone down. "It's on its way." She said as she went to sit back down. She smiled at his comment about sushi. "Hey, until you've had authentic sushi from an actual Japanese market, don't knock it. It's amazing." She said. Much like street vendors were the best place in New York to get hotdogs, markets in Japan were the best place to get sushi.
"So, have you had anything or anyone interesting while I've been gone?" She asked. She was a very direct person. Not that she would have minded at all if he had had someone else -- she had been gone for months and they had never actually said that they were in a relationship. She couldn't have blamed him for being with someone else. But she still hoped, at the back of her fast-moving mind, that he said no.
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Post by Kristos Mihal on Dec 9, 2013 23:59:22 GMT -6
Kris nodded as she said that dinner was on its way. He made a mental note to keep an ear open for the service door opening in the kitchen. Mark would probably be the one to bring it up so he could collect, if he was indeed working tonight.
He chuckled as Katt defended sushi and shrugged. "I didn't knock it... Sushi and I are long time pals. There was this guy in Crete, a Japanese fellow and his wife who made the best sushi ever... They had gone to Crete for a vacation and liked it do much, they never left." He grinned. "And in answer to your question, no... Been way to busy to even consider thinking about doing anything -or anyone, for that matter - interesting... Though it doesn't seem to stop people. They try to sneak up all the time, which I find hilarious..." He rolled his eyes. "You know me, Katt... I like the quiet, loner life." He smirked. "All work and no sleep makes Kris a mad boy... But that's the way, uh-huh, uh-huh, I like it." He rested his chin on his own shoulder to look at her innocently.
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Post by Katt Stephens on Dec 10, 2013 0:29:09 GMT -6
Katt laughed at his account of his life. She knew it was true, though. Whereas Katt preferred to be around people and didn't mind large groups, Kris liked the slow life more. On stage, of course, he was in front of people and loved being social. But for the most part, he liked smaller groups, more personal interactions. Which was fine by her -- she wasn't sure how she would fare being around him in big groups anyways. She was scatterbrained enough, she didn't need other people around and him distracting her as well.
She looked at the innocent puppy-face that he made, and smirked. "Well then maybe Kris should try going to bed before 8 in the morning and getting up sometime near dawn." She said, smiling to show that she was joking. Mostly. She kissed his nose lightly. "You know what they say: the early bird doesn't have to deal with all the racket of other birds." Okay, so metaphors and proverbs weren't her strong suit. But it was true!
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Post by Kristos Mihal on Dec 10, 2013 5:01:53 GMT -6
Kris's eyebrows shot up as she suggested he go to bed earlier. "I'm sorry... I thought you said something about going to bed before sunrise... but I more than likely misheard you... been happening a bit lately..." He smirked and winked. "And I think maybe we need to get you a book on metaphors, perhaps?" He teased. He wasn't completely great at them either, at least in English. was his second language after all. He smirked. "Besides... I like to wind down slowly after a full afternoon and night. If I go to bed before midnight and wake up near dawn... I don't get to see the sunrise as well."
It was a great view to the east in his suite. There was almost always a front-row seat for when the sun came up over the desert. He took her chin in one hand and kissed her gently. "Besides... you're being a party pooper." He teased.
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