[M] Chaos Theory

Barrett · 01-16-2012, 06:58 PM

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One brow lifted as she glided over to him with her hips swaying and her eyes alight with mischief. He followed the movement of her hand as it came to rest on her midriff, then took a quick sweep up the curves of her body as she paused before him. He noticed more details up close: that her fingers and toes were dipped in chocolate; how her jewellery twinkled in the afternoon sun; the cascade of thick hair. He blinked and peered questioningly to her face, but when she addressed him with that exotic, accented tone, he found himself more confused than before.

Thing was, the interactions that took place in day to day life usually proceeded in a fairly regular way. No, he couldn't predict how a conversation might go down to the letter, but based upon initial impressions and past experience, he could make some general assumptions. He entertained two basic possibilities here: she'd either feel embarrassed for her temper or she'd be outraged and target him next.

When neither happened, he was momentarily dumbfounded. The former scenario most certainly did not come to pass — she made no apologies for her cantankerous trash can abuse. And though she did set her sights on him, it was in a completely different context than expected. The last stranger he caught in a bad mood had sent curses and scowls flying his way; a sexual proposition was so far out of the ordinary it took him several seconds to process what she was even driving at.

When it finally clicked, the only outward indication was a faint twitch of his ears. Well now, he mused as he leaned forward and hopped to the ground, that sounds like an unfortunate situation. A mischievous smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. But if you're looking for a diversion, you've come to the right place. He fished around in his pocket and quickly produced a loosely rolled joint. Your call — distraction then release, or the other way around?

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