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ChewableMorphine · **11-02-2015, 11:27 PM**

"Knives are knives. Could be made of wood for all I care, the user decides its lethal capacity." "However, I can sure as hell admit that they're pretty. Tough stuff." he affirmed. This got him nowhere, evidently. What to do now? How can you get a name out of that? Flynt tried to keep conversation, he didn't feel for dessert, for really the treat sat right in front of him. Corny, he knows. "Order, I'll just be having a glass of... I don't know. Something sweet.", he waved back for the waiter, placing his order for a glass of cider. "Are you-- You doing anything after this? Got somewhere to be?" he asked, trying to sound normal about it. Probably didn't work. Subtlety is the better part of valor, but valor is a virtue Flynt has a severe deficit of.

"N-not that we'd do anything! That'd be absurd. I just uh, want to know more. Get that damn name of yours." he jeered, clearly unimpressed about having to stoop to a state of desperation. How annoying. He had her so close, so damn close to getting her, but she had to pull the gimmicks out of a hat. Typical. Flynt was drawn into her trap, reluctantly. In his most irritated state, he inadvertently amplifies the feelings of interest and wonder toward P'rita-- Whoever she may be.

It takes a special type of woman to trigger these kinds of stirrings. A physical attraction finally met with some mental stimuli, it was great, really. Truly a partner to cherish, at least when he finally overcomes this name game.

Parth Makeo · **11-03-2015, 01:30 AM**

P'rita placed an order for a small sponge cake and hearing about his question, it was a new thing. Her own cheeks turned a tad pink at it. Even if he covered his want for her in that way, it still was a little shock. She sat there with the sponge cake, covered in cream and with a few strawberries on it. "Uhh...I was thinking of heading home after...but..." she took her fork to cut into it and eat a piece.

"I don't mind doing something rather than nothing."

P'rita had no idea how to truly have fun. At least around here. What would she do even then? So far she had kept to herself. To be seen with Flynt...wouldn't other girls try to take him from her? No...she wouldn't allow it on this day. She had to be more determined. "If you have ideas, I would like to have fun..." P'rita admitted it was odd. She found Flynt attractive in his own way, but more like he didn't care for much of her body or age. It made her feel young inside. A feeling she had long since forgotten about since that day...Yet she had to finish the cake first. It was okay. Nothing that really excited her but it did the job for what it was.

ChewableMorphine · **11-03-2015, 05:41 PM**

"Yes! Good, alright. Well, after you finish that there delicious goodness, what would you like to do? You don't seem to have a great grasp on our culture, at least that what I think." he nodded eagerly, glad that P'rita showed interest in him. It was a good sign, for a shameless playboy, the feelings were still very much so there. He's simple, but not heartless. "Surely you've wanted to at least try something local? Ah, how could I forget... you're not a crowd person, me neither-- That's a lie." he fumbled helplessly. "Sorry about all this, usually it's easier to woo a woman into bed than actually go on dates. Pathetic, right?" he chuckled, he had no problem admitting his faults. In his eyes, it's easier to accept flaws by wearing them on your sleeve than hiding them away in the dark recesses of your personality.Â

"Really though, I mean it. Let's do something. Do you like to swi-- I can't swim... U-Uh..." he came at a loss. Flynt was at his wit's end, trying to come up with some civil, decent topics for discussion; activities that aren't attending gaudy parties, causing civil unrest, or drinking until he forgets all the antics he had performed the morning after. Maturity was hard, something he needed P'rita for. Growing up is integral for a twenty-something trying to live a life of swagger and profits, garnished by infamy and extravagant notoriety. Flynt just muttered random ideas, shutting himself down after each and every one, thinking they're not up to par or something along those lines.Â

"I'm stumped."

Parth Makeo · **11-03-2015, 06:37 PM**

P'rita wondered why he was having trouble now instead of herself? Flynt seemed like a guy who was the stereotypical rich boy but to have her of all people make him like this? She didn't know if she should feel good or bad...but needless she cracked a smile and snickered a bit.

"It's okay, Flynt. You should calm yourself." P'rita exclaimed as she got out of her chair to walk over to his side. She knelt down and grabbed both hand within her's as she explained to him... "Like my master said. When you put effort into anything, the end result will feel the most satisfying than the easy route. Maybe I can help in a way?" in that moment of holding his hand, she had slipped something into it without even letting him see it at first. It was a small square of blank paper. A perfect square. Thin too. Was it meant to write on? She had stood up from there and looked at the area. Taking note of the dimly lit sky.

"You are young, are you not? There is much to learn still. It's never too late to try new things." with a confident smile and a humble gaze she looked to Flynt. Letting him think about the paper she had left him with. "It took me a lot of courage to even ask you to come, show up like this, and not stammer on like a fool. Even if it's as boring as laying on the grass to watch clouds go by i would be happy." She wasn't trying to make him like this. Rather that P'rita wanted to show him that he could still have his life style and her if he put effort into it. Rather than just resort to easy methods.

"War cannot end in one night,

Love is not gained in a day,

Maturity takes time,

And hard work will always reward you in the end."

P'rita randomly said something before finishing the last of her treat. Truth be told it could be taken as needless and senseless words mashed together to sound intelligent enough to her age, but when has philosophy ever been true? Sometimes it's best to take words with a grain of salt and treat them as they are...words. P'rita on the other hand seemed rather serious in her voice about it.

"So. If you can't swim then how about we start the lesson off with me tossing you over the balcony?" her smile was now more deviate and sinister. She would never do it but it was her weird sense of humor. "I'm just joking. So have you thought of an activity? Or should we just talk elsewhere?"

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