Dorian Webb/RPs

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Dorian Webb/Planning
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==Shikoba/Violetta==
*Geoff and Priscilla
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=Webb Residence/Library=
*Shannon and Dorian (2029)
{{Shannon|time=23:18, July 5, 2016 (UTC)|text= She curled in one of the chairs, the one closest to the fire, and opened a book on magical remedies she had bought from the bookstore. Their parents weren't home, and she had no clue where Dorian was, and Gordon was somewhere in the house. Probably watching TV. Shannon enjoyed the silence. she hasn't had it since they moved here.}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=23:20, July 5, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian=*Dorian did not intended to clang about, and make as much racket as he did upon entering the house. Nonetheless anyone within earshot would know he was home.* "Gordie!" *First and foremost he yelled for his little brother. Not smart as the boy could have been napping, not that he does that often. Not hearing anything, he shouted for someone else.* "Shan!" }}{{Shannon|time=23:22, July 5, 2016 (UTC)|text= "WELL THERE GOES MY SILENT TIME." She yelled back, muttering obscenities under her breath. "I'm in the library, you oaf! And Gordie is probably sleeping - NO THANKS TO YOU."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=23:27, July 5, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian=*Dorian shuffled around, making a bit less noise than before, but still enough to practically be able to tell exactly what he was doing. Putting food away, putting dishes away, and finally he appeared in the door to the library leaning against the frame. "What's got your panties in a bunch?"}}
{{Shannon|time=23:29, July 5, 2016 (UTC)|text= "Oh, it might be the thing where, ya know, I live with a giant idiot who would 'accidentally' break through the wall if he weren't careful..." She snapped. Then she sighed, "I haven't had any quiet time since we moved to this God-forsaken place. I just want to read in silence..."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=23:36, July 5, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian=*Dorian grinned, thinking back to the times he did literally burst the walls, or at least the force of him punching his way through left face sized holes in plaster. They were not good times, and the thought wiped the grin off his face." "Pretend I'm not here. We both know you're good at that. Haven't you invented a poison for temporary deafness yet. Be pretty useful now. Wouldn't it?"}}
{{Shannon|time=23:38, July 5, 2016 (UTC)|text= "You know, they haven't got one for deafness, they do have one for shutting people up... Want to try it out?" She gave him a threatening glare. "Go. Check on Gordon."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=23:52, July 5, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian=*Dorian frowned not because he felt threatened, because of those last four words. The slight sense of panic in his voice was more audible than he wanted it to be.* "When was the last time you checked on him?" *He pushed off the door frame standing at his full height ready to bolt towards Gordie's room.*}}
{{Shannon|time=23:54, July 5, 2016 (UTC)|text= "Like five minutes before you bolted in, idiot. Last I saw he was watching TV."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=23:57, July 5, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian=*Dorian breathed a sigh of relief his shoulders relax, and the tense feeling in his every muscle easing away.* "Don't. Do that. He's little, and if he is anything like either of us, he can get into a $3^% load of trouble in under five minutes."}}{{Shannon|time=23:59, July 5, 2016 (UTC)|text= "Oh, please. The TV can hold his attention for hours. I just wanted some silence."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=00:03, July 6, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian="For hours if you set him up with a movie, because commercials are so interesting right?"}}{{Shannon|time=00:04, July 6, 2016 (UTC)|text= "I will literally slip bloodroot into your food tonight go check on the kid before I burn your ass."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=00:07, July 6, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian="As if I would eat anything you made. It could kill me without your special ingredients." *He turned his back to give her a better shot at her aforementioned target. He tossed a look over his shoulder before he taking off to check on Gordie hoping the kid was in fact asleep and not glued to a tv screen.*}}
{{Shannon|time=00:11, July 6, 2016 (UTC)|text= More obscenities under her breath as he left the room. She was sure the kid was in his room... Shannon paused. She was sure, wasn't she?}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=00:17, July 6, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian="Shannon! *He would have usually cut it to Shan, using ever syllable of her first name he expected her to understood this was serious.* "He's not... He's not in here!" *He searched the room checking inside of closets, and under anything with a high enough clearance for Gordon to squeeze his little body into.*}}{{Shannon|time=00:19, July 6, 2016 (UTC)|text= "F--" Shannon shot up and raved towards the room. "Crap crap crap..." The girl panicked. "GORDON WEBB COME HERE RIGHT NOW!"}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=00:23, July 6, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian=*Dorian came out of the room at he same time as Shannon was entering. He slipped past her glaring at her. He would share the blame if something happened to Gordon, but he would never forgive her for it either.* "Gordie. If you're hiding somewhere you win. Alright? Just come on out now." *He headed into the closest room doing more of the same, looking for his brother.*}}{{Shannon|time=00:25, July 6, 2016 (UTC)|text= "Don't give me that look- You're the one who refused to let me go to the store." Shannon hissed at him. "Gordon, please come out, we're not kidding..." She went into the living room. "Pleeease. I'll give you cookies!"}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=00:31, July 6, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian="Honestly, you are the last of my concerns right now." *He could feel the light bulb over his head.* "Bribery. Why didn't I think of that." *He sprinted, long legs cutting the distance, trying to get to one of the bags he struggled to bring quietly into the house.* "Gordie! I bought something from you. It's a surprise. I can't give it to you until you come out."}}{{Shannon|time=00:34, July 6, 2016 (UTC)|text= Suddenly, they both heard a giggle. Shan sighed in relief as she started walking towards the noise- The cupboards in the hallway. "Duh- because you're an idiot, Dorkian."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=00:38, July 6, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian="Because I'm the one that let the kid start a game of hide and seek without anyone else knowing he was playing. Riiiiiight."}}{{Shannon|time=00:40, July 6, 2016 (UTC)|text= "Because you are always around, and the big giant oaf you are, nothing is ever silent, and I wanted silence! I thought he was napping!" Shannon turned towards Gordie sharply as she helped him out of the cupboard. "I thought you were sleeping."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=00:47, July 6, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian="Saying silence nine hundred times does not equal silence. If you want it to be quiet you know the few ways to accomplish that. Leaving that one by himself." *He looked at downwards at Gordie with a raised brow.* "Was not the best way to get what you wanted. But whatever, we know where he is now. Go find your precious silence. I'll watch him."}}
{{Shannon|time=00:56, July 6, 2016 (UTC)|text= Shannon sighed, and kneeled down to hug Gordie tightly. "Gordie, for the love of God, never scare me like that again, okay? I love you..." Gordie slowly nods and returns the 'I love you'. After that, Shannon stood up again, glared at Dorian, and headed back to the library.}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=01:05, July 6, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian=*Dorian made a face at Shannon when she glared at him.* "Come on little man, let's blow this popsicle stand. I've got something really cool to show you outside." *Swooping his little brother up into the air, and flipping him like a pancake onto his shoulders, they both headed out of the house.*}}
=The Human Canvas=
*Dorian and Shannon
{{Shannon|time=02:12, July 13, 2016 (UTC)|text= "I can't believe you want a tattoo...." Suddenly, Shannon stopped and looked over her brother. "Actually Yeah I can. You look just delinquent-ey enough for one." She teased. "You know Mom and Geoff are going to kill you?"}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=06:56, July 13, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian=*Dorian smirked, something about being described as delinquent-ey making the corners of his mouth twitch.* "Are you kidding me? I am legally an adult both the wizarding, and muggle world. And it's my body. Dad and Helen can't say anything about what I do to it, if they don't know about it."}}
{{Shannon|time=07:02, July 13, 2016 (UTC)~|text= She shrugged. "Yeah but I can hear mother dearest now. You're influencing your little brother with that so called body art! Next thing you know, blah blah blah." Shannon mocked her mother with a certain venom in her voice. "The witch won't be very happy. I could see Geoff blowing it off though."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=07:11, July 13, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian="Dad wouldn't mind because it's sort of a masculine thing. When people get tattoos regardless of gender it's bad@$$, plain and simple. If Helen has something to say about that has anything to do with Gordie I'll pick up some of those stick on tattoos. He can go crazy with those until he gets bored. Influence countered." *He shrugged dismissively.* "Plus, I figure if I get something that doesn't say... "#^@% your mother" I don't see what business it is of hers. It isn't like I made Gordie sit here, and watch me get it done."}}
{{Shannon|time=07:16, July 13, 2016 (UTC)|text= She crossed her arms over her chest and puckered her lips in thought. "You make it sound fun, especially since it would annoy mom... Maybe I should get one too...." She smirked at the thought. "Anyways, what are you gonna get?"}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=07:20, July 13, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian="You want to be delinquent-ey. Just. Like. Me." *He quipped in a singsong voice chuckling darkly.* "I was thinking about getting a snitch, or the quidditch goal posts. Something like that. I thought about getting a spider, but that was too boring."}}
{{Shannon|time=07:25, July 13, 2016 (UTC)|text= "A pun on our name was too boring, but not a generic sports thing? Loser. What about a flying broom? On your chest or something. Those birds look cool... Maybe I'll get this..." Shannon was walking towards the wall, her finger resting on the moving tattoo of birds. She looked to Dorian. "What do you think?"}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=07:32, July 13, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian="Why not get a needle because you're a pain in my @$$?" *He muttered to himself his eyes flickering over in her direction. A gaze for the moving birds, and a quick unimpressed glare for Shannon.* "If you're trying to get a rise out of Helen, you can do better than that. What would Lucy say if she could talk and she saw you with a tattoo of birds? Me thinks she'd call you a traitor."}}{{Shannon| time=07:41, July 13, 2016 (UTC)|text= Shan chuckled. "Lucy would just adore the idea of me getting a tattoo at all." She answered, and moved along the wall. Shannon immediately stopped when she saw the moving tattoo of a heartbeat, and the joy on her face was immediately replaced with something else- For some reason unknown to her, this tattoo just made her heart drop to her stomach. She turned away from the wall, a cold expression replacing her previous demeanor. "I think I'll just get a spider."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=07:47, July 13, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian="Didn't you just give me crap for the pun on our name thing? Can't you think of anything more original?"}}
{{Shannon|time=11:11, July 13, 2016 (UTC)|text= Her eyes snapped up and she glared at him. "Puns are fine. Sports related tattoos are dumb. It's like getting a tattoo of the Raiders. Just dumb."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=00:15, July 14, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian="Seeing as I make them getting a broomstick here or here." *He gestures to the inside and then the outside of his left forearm.* "That's genius. Getting Sweetwater All-Stars tattooed across my chest. That's dumb."}}
{{Shannon|time=00:19, July 14, 2016 (UTC)|text= "You know what's dumb? This argument. Can we just choose something and get out of here...?" Shannon moved away from the wall, away from the heartbeat tattoo that uneased her so much. "What about a spider web? On my wrist or something... Easily seen."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=00:34, July 14, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian=*Dorian scoffed rolling his eyes. Something must have gotten to her since they walked in because they could go back and forth trading words for hours.* "Just a web? You don't want to put anything in it?"}}
{{Shannon|time=00:38, July 14, 2016 (UTC)~|text= "I could put a spider on there. Maybe three? Two big ones and a small one. To symbolize you me and Gordie..."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=00:40, July 14, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian="Take it a step or two beyond. Okay. You can do that, if you want. I was thinking of just Gordie, but you can express the love you have for both of your brothers. I don't see anything wrong with that."}}
{{Shannon|time=00:42, July 14, 2016 (UTC)|text= "We're Gordie's family. Basically part of him. That's what I want to symbolize. I would include our parents, but......" Shannon paused for a moment. "Have you noticed anything off about them?"}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=00:46, July 14, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian="What are you talking about?" *His eyes narrowed, and he turned his head away from the wall.* "What do you mean by off? Like repeating themselves? Forgetting things? They're old. That happens."}}
{{Shannon|time=00:49, July 14, 2016 (UTC)|text= "I saw bottles in the trash Dorian..." Shannon informed him grimly. "So weird as in.... You know.... Drunk."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=01:02, July 14, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian="$#^%." *He sighed running a hand over his shaved head.* "I know dad missed a few meetings a couple of weeks ago. I didn't think he was skipping them intentionally. What do you think we should do? Put together an intervention or put them out?"}}{{Shannon|time=01:08, July 14, 2016 (UTC)|text="Well it's not like I know whether it's my mom or your dad, but... better safe than sorry. Gordie's at a friend's, we could try it tonight..."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=01:31, July 14, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian="If they were stupid enough to lob bottles in the trash as if we haven't got eyes in our heads it's probably both of 'em. It's kind of what they do best. Get drunk, and #^@% everything up."}}
{{Shannon|time=01:36, July 14, 2016 (UTC)~|text= She nodded in sad agreement. "Right... Tonight then? After we get our tattoos?"}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=01:43, July 14, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian="I... sort of.... completely lost interest in this. At least for now."}}{{Shannon|time=01:45, July 14, 2016 (UTC)|text= Shannon couldn't help but sigh a little. "That's fair. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have mentioned it until after." Or at all, maybe... "You know it's possible I'm totally overreacting..."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=01:55, July 14, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian=*Dorian shook his head.* "You're not sorry, and if you are you shouldn't be. Isn't this the exact reason we're all still together? They're addicts. They might have been clean for a while, but a lot of people relapse. I'm surprised it didn't happen sooner."}}
{{Shannon|time=01:59, July 14, 2016 (UTC)|text= "I still think it would be nice to get tattoos soon. I'm probably gonna do it without you soon." She smirked. "We should get home. Mom and Geoff should be home, it'd be a good time to catch them and talk..."
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OOC- Want to continue this? Maybe having them actually talk to the parents?}}
=The Retro=
*Dorian and Dunstan
{{Dunstan|Dunstan had sat at the bar by himself, drinking a firewhisky. It had been a long week, and he hadn't heard from Sabrina for ages, so he just felt cooped up and lonely in the empty house. He sighed, and took another sip.}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=10:37, July 29, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian=*Dorian parked himself a seat away from the whiskey drinker beside him, Dorian knew that's what it was because he could smell it. He wasn't about to pass judgment on a stranger, to each his own. He ordered himself a white grape juice and lime because it was supposed to taste like vodka. It didn't.*}} {{Dunstan|Dunstan heard the man's order and turned to look at him, "Going sober tonight? Probably a good idea.." He says nonchalantly, as though he's not quite there.}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=10:45, July 29, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian=*Dorian sipped on the drink disdainfully knowing if he finished it he could get something else, hopefully something to wash the taste out of his mouth.* "Usually it is. Right about now I could say I regret it."}}{{Dunstan|He chuckled, "When I first started working, I promised myself I'd not drink too much." He says, "Now look at me - firewhiskey on the rocks and the bar staff know me as a regular. It's a wonderful life." He says glumly, "You had a bad day too?"}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=10:57, July 29, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian=*Dorian chuckled a half-smile breaking up his emotionless face. The man had a sense of humor to him, even it was laden with self-mockery, Dorian had to appreciate that. "I wouldn't call it a bad day, I'd say it was more like a bad life." *He nodded slowly.* "A long one I won't bore you with the details of." *He raised his glass of mixed juice, and tossed it back.* "What was it you said you did for a living?"}}
{{Dunstan|"I didn't." He says, with a smirk, "I've done about everything under the sun, but for now, I play quidditch." He explains, "What about you?"}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=01:59, July 31, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian="Same." *He nodded with a shrug.* "I haven't got as much work experience under my belt as you do, but you and I did pursue the same career path. Until about a year ago I was playing quidditch too."}}
{{Dunstan|He nods, "Oh yeah? What made you leave?"}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=20:48, July 31, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian="I'm not sure it's worth the risk anymore. It's a brutal game. What am I telling you for? You already know that."}}
{{Dunstan|He chuckles, "You don't look like you've had too bad a bruising." He says with a coy smile. "So what do you do now?"}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=00:04, August 1, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian="Flattery will get you everywhere." *He chortled shaking his head.* "My battle scars aren't on display for all eyes to see. These days I spend a lot more of my time making brooms than I do flying them."}}
{{Dunstan|He raised an eyebrow, "Oh really?" He asks, with a smile on his face, "That takes skill...How did you get into that, then?"}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=09:12, August 1, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian="I didn't have enough skill for wandmaking." *He laughed.* "I'd always been a quidditch fan, and so making brooms for myself seemed like the next best thing."}}
{{Dunstan|He chuckles, "Its an enviable skill, nonetheless." He says with a chuckle. "Can I get you a drink?"}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=17:53, August 2, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian="I don't mind sharing a conversation with someone I've just met. I draw the line at taking anything from a stranger, to wit I'll introduce myself first." *He extended a hand.* "Dorian."}}
{{Dunstan|He shook his hand, "Of course, my apologies. I'm Dunstan."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=08:28, August 3, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian="Sometimes a conversation is too good to spoil with something as trivial as names. No need to apologize for that."}}
{{Dunstan|He chuckles, "Tell me, Dorian, do you always speak so profoundly, or is it a new thing you're trying out?" He asks coyly.}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=08:35, August 3, 2016 (UTC)~|Dorian="I have no idea what you're talking about." *He shook his head, the hint of a smile betraying his words.* "At home I'm regularly referred to as an oaf, or giant, dumb, idiot. Not necessarily in that order."}}
{{Dunstan|He scoffs, "Whoever's 'at home' are clearly deluded and don't deserve you." He says plainly, his eyebrows furrowed. "Maybe giant though, you're quite tall." He says with a cheeky grin.}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=01:17, August 5, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian="Thank you. I'll take that as a compliment to both my personality, and my appearance." *He pauses for a few seconds to chuckle heartily.* "I try not to take any of the names I've been called too personal. I do have my moments, believe me, but I know I'm not a bad guy."}}
{{Dunstan|In a rare movement of rash bravery he blurts out, "It was a compliment for both.." He says with a blush, running his hand through the back of his hair. "You don't strike me as a bad guy. I'm familiar with that kind of people, and I doubt you'd be in the same category."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=23:47, August 6, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian=*Dorian looked at Dunstan, and his face slowly split with a wide, toothy smile as he watched the other man blush.* "I did say I wasn't. Still it's good to hear it from an expert on the subject. Speaking of. How is it a guy like you would be familiar with bad people? There is a saying about judging a book by its cover, but you don't particularly strike me as the sort of man who flirts with danger."}}
{{Dunstan|He chuckles, "I don't flirt with danger, per se." He explains, "Only with whatever's worth the risk." He says, flashing him another smile. "It's a bit of a long story of how I'm acquainted with bad people, and it depends on how well you can keep a secret."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=23:07, August 8, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian=*Dorian stared at Dustan with a raised brow. Every part of him saying I don't exactly believe you, but I'll pretend I do". Nevertheless he chuckled as well.* "I'm the best. If there were trophies for secret keepers I'd have them all." *He nodded a playful grin brightening his features.* "You did say something about a drink. I think there's enough time for a long story if you feel like telling it."}}
{{Dunstan|He grins, "Where are my manners?" He jokes, "What can I get you, Dorian?"}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=10:08, August 9, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian=*Dorian forces away the smile before it becomes too obvious that he did.* "I'll have a Gin martini. Stirred. I like mine extra dirty."}}
=Webb Residence/Living Room=
*Dorian and Shannon
{{Hecate Grimm|time=23:52, August 8, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian=*Dorian sat in the living room making a mess. He was covered in wood shavings putting the final details on a broom he had been painstakingly trying to perfect for several months. He had not had the proper inspiration to finish it in the past. Over the last few weeks every time he was in the house he was working with this particularly beautiful red mahogany.*}}
{{Shannon|time=23:58, August 8, 2016 (UTC)|text= Shannon made pizza rolls - per Gordie's request. Assuming he was in the living room, she took the plate, only to pause when she saw Dorian's mess. Shannon just paused, sighed and set down the plate. "Don't you have a workshop for this?" She said in sharp irritation.}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=00:01, August 9, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian="I do, but it's a mess." *He nods never actually looking at her.* "I like working in here, it doesn't have that same sweat shop feel to it. Know what I mean." *He finally glanced up from his own hands to see the plate.* "We have a dinning room where food can be eaten though. Shouldn't you, and that be there?"}}{{Shannon|time=00:05, August 9, 2016 (UTC)|text= "Gordon usually eats his snacks out here. You'd know that if you didn't work all the time."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=00:07, August 9, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian="Are you kidding me with this?" *He scoffed as he flicked his wand to clean up the mess he made.* "I just can't please you can I? Either I work to much or I don't work enough. It is even possible to break even with you?" *He picked up the broom, and moved from his spot on the couch. He wasn't going to keep putting up a fuss since Gordie had been mentioned.*}}
{{Shannon|time=00:12, August 9, 2016 (UTC)|text= Shannon paused, and sighed. Something made her hug herself, and made her want to apologize, but instead she rolled her eyes. "Whatever. What do you want for dinner?"}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=00:15, August 9, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian=*Dorian looked at her expectantly. When she brushed the possibility of an argument off he became curious.* "Nothing. I'm... I'm not hungry. Thanks anyways." *He stood staring at her.* "What's wrong?"}}
{{Shannon|time=00:18, August 9, 2016 (UTC)|text= "Well I am. I'm gonna order in." She pulled the phone from her pocket, starting to dial the pizza place number. Shan completely ignored his question. She didn't want to tell him.}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=00:24, August 9, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian="Don't get anything gross. Like anchovies. I might get hungry later." *He was slightly annoyed that she chose to ignore him, not like it was anything new.* "Never mind maybe get two."}}
{{Shannon|time=00:27, August 9, 2016 (UTC)~|text= "I hate anchovies. Hawaiian?" She asked Dorian. "Or just pepperoni?"}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=00:30, August 9, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian="I can't stand those warm pieces of pineapple, they make everything else slightly sweet. Besides that's not pizza, that's a savory dessert." *He shrugged.* "Pepperoni I guess."}}
{{Shannon|time=00:37, August 9, 2016 (UTC)|text= She sighed in annoyance. "You could just take off the pineapple but whatever. " Shan answered, then moved towards the kitchen to order.}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=00:40, August 9, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian="Everything would still have pineapple juice on it. But that's fine. Get fruit juice pizza if that's what you want." *He followed her to the kitchen complaining about pineapple on pizza the whole way.*}}{{Shannon|time=00:47, August 9, 2016 (UTC)~|text= She hung up and threw the phone at him. "You know what? Order it yourself." She snapped, fixing her sleeve so it wasn't showing her wrists. "I'm so not in the mood." Shan added, pushing past him.}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=00:50, August 9, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian="I told you I wasn't hungry. Guess you aren't either." *He caught the phone with his free hand, and put it on the counter, still following Shannon around the house.* "You want to keep acting like a $6%@# or are you want to tell me what's wrong? Is it something to do with your friend what's-his-name?"}}
{{Shannon|time=00:57, August 9, 2016 (UTC)|text= She sharply turned towards him, pushing him away. "You wanna stop following me like a lovesick puppy? Jae is fine, and how I am is officially none of your business. Leave me alone. "}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=01:06, August 9, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian=*Dorian looked down at where she pushed him. He barely moved an inch from the impact. It hadn't hurt physically, but it hurt him somewhere emotionally.* "You know what. #^@% you! I'm only trying to help because I can see there is obviously something wrong with you. If you want to bottle $#^% up. Fine. But keep it away from Gordie. If I can pick up on it you better believe that he can too. And when you decide you want stop pretending no one understands you. You know where to find me."}}
{{Shannon|time=01:16, August 9, 2016 (UTC)~|text= "You idiot, you..." Shannon groaned "do you need a hint? Hello, bottles? My God, how are you so blind unless it's happening to you?!"}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=01:21, August 9, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian="Shannon. Can you act like an adult for a minute?" *He growled in frustration.* "I've known about the bottles for months now. We talked about this. My dad told me he could handle it, and I believe him. Unless you can give me a reason not to."}}
{{Shannon|time=01:28, August 9, 2016 (UTC)~|text= She scoffed, and pulled up her sleeves, showing him the bruises on her wrist. "There's your reason. But then, I doubt you care." Shan hissed, and turned to leave.}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=01:32, August 9, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian="Shan. I'm so sorry." *His face displayed disgust on a variety of levels. With himself firstly for trusting his father, who he knew to be liar, and for being so dense as to not notice Shannon's change in behavior, the most obvious of signs.* "Which one of them was it?" *He breathed a slow breath trying to contain his anger.* "So help me if you tell me it was both I don't know what I'll do to them."}}
{{Shannon|time=01:40, August 9, 2016 (UTC)~|text= Shannon rolled her eyes. "Like I said, you can't f*%¡Ing tell unless it happens to you can you? It was my mom. She saw the tattoo, and... besides, if your dad touched me I'd have stabbed him."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=01:43, August 9, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian=*Dorian grinned at the idea of Shannon stabbing his father, then stuffed it away. It was terrible for him to feel like that, and he knew it.* "Why the #$%% were you hiding it? Keeping this to yourself doesn't make it any better?"}}
{{Shannon|time=01:49, August 9, 2016 (UTC)|text= "Idiot. It happened yesterday. You were at work and I was hiding it from Gordie. Unless you'd rather he see..."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=01:52, August 9, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian="Obviously, I'd want you to hid it from him, and I bet they would to." *He sighed. He thought things would be different on this side of the pond.* "I mean why were you hiding it from me? Even just now, when I asked you didn't want to tell me. Why?"}}
{{Shannon|time=01:57, August 9, 2016 (UTC)|text= Seeing that he cared made her shrink as she sat down. "I didn't think you'd care. You'd make stupid excuses like your father would take care of it..."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=02:04, August 9, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian="Why would you think that? Because I give you $#^% every hour of every day." *He paused to stare.* "That's just what we do. You call me idiot like it's my name. I know you still love me, so I don't say anything about it." *He shrugged moving to find a one of those magical first aid kits.* "Besides I can't make excuses for your mom. It's not her I was trying to have a better relationship with."}}
{{Shannon|time=02:11, August 9, 2016 (UTC)|text=Shannon sighed. "No, don't worry about getting the first aid - I have a potion brewing..." Shannon sat up. "She wouldn't deserve it. She doesn't deserve a lot of things. Trying to get a better relationship with her is like petting a dragon."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=02:16, August 9, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian=*Dorian set the little box back in drawer, and closed it.* "You take that back. Dragon's are cool as #$%%. Your mom is some sort of were beast. Liquor is her full moon." *He hesitated, apologies weren't his strong suit.* "Hey, Shan. I'm really sorry. I should've known."}}
{{Shannon|time=02:21, August 9, 2016 (UTC)|text= Shan nods, knowing it was the best he could do. "I'm sorry for snapping at you, and not telling you...."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=02:25, August 9, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian="I want to say something stupid right now. Like don't do it again. But..."}}
{{Shannon|time=02:33, August 9, 2016 (UTC)~~|text= Shannon wiped her eyes, not knowing until then that she was crying. "It won't exactly be my fault. I didn't exactly have anyone to talk to about this before..."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=02:36, August 9, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian="Hey. Don't do that." *His tone of voice was uncharacteristically soft.* "I don't know what I'm supposed to do if your crying."}}
{{Shannon|time =02:56, August 9, 2016 (UTC)~|text= She tried to laugh as she wiped her face again. "Don't worry about it. I'm being an idiot."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=02:57, August 9, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian="I guess we have that in common now too." *He chuckled a little.*}}
{{Shannon|time=03:02, August 9, 2016 (UTC)~|text= She chuckled with him. "I think I'll go upstairs. Can you order me pizza? Pleeeease."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=03:08, August 9, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian="Yeah, I can do that. Pepperoni or did you want the pineapple?"}}
{{Shannon|time=03:11, August 9, 2016 (UTC)~|text=Shannon stood up. "Pineapple. Order a second for you if you want, I'll pay." She stopped in front of him, half tempted to hug him, but she instead just stood there. Like an idiot}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=09:58, August 9, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian="What?" *He chuckled awkwardly.* "Are you giving me money? That's how people pay for things. Actually scratch that, I want the biggest one they have. You go on upstairs. I got this."}}
{{Shannon|time=14:06, August 9, 2016 (UTC)|text= "just... use my card it's on the counter..." She answered awkwardly, then pushed past him to get to the stairs. "Now move you're in my way...."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=07:36, August 10, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian="I might do that." *He chortled taking a large step sideways in the opposite direction. He was completely expecting something else.*}}
{{Shannon|time=17:22, August 10, 2016 (UTC)|text= "Right...." Shannon moved to the stairs. At the bottom, she paused. "Thanks, Dorian. I promise if it happens again - Which, let's be honest, it will - I'll tell you first."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=17:28, August 10, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian="Don't mention it, Shan. At least this wasn't the worst thing that could happen." *His face fell flat, she was right it would happen again if they didn't do something about it.*}}
{{Shannon|time=23:39, August 10, 2016 (UTC)|text= "Hey. Let's talk about what to do later. Gordie should be back soon, and I'm gonna go take a nap."}}
=The Little Shop=
*Dorian and Saffron (2030)
{{Saff|time=00:36, August 28, 2016 (UTC)|Saff=Saffron's old pink iPod had destroyed itself from some interfering magic earlier that week, so she was swinging by The Little Shop to hopefully pick up another one. Although she could've gotten one from a Muggle store on her way out to London next week, she also figured it wouldn't hurt to get one here either. So, the young woman could be seen near the electronics, turning a couple of the iPods over gently in her hands.}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=00:42, August 28, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian=*Dorian wasn't shopping, per se, of course if he found something of interest he was going to buy it. He browsed the selection not finding anything that spoke to him un any kind of way that would lead to a purchase. He was bit disappointed in that of course, that would have to put aside when he spotting someone a little more than beautiful from the corner of his eye. He considered just standing next to her, hearing Shannon's voice inside his head calling him names he figured that would be creepy, and so he spoke.* "Have you gotten one of those from here before?" *He gestured to the iPod in her hand.*}}
{{Saff|time=00:56, August 28, 2016 (UTC)|Saff=Saffron's slight delay in acknowledging him wasn't terribly noticeable for she was quickly looking over at the man (who was notably quite a bit taller and stronger than her, but she wasn't much of an accomplishment with her relatively small size). "Yeah, the last one I had before it decided to malfunction on me," she said with a slightly charming smile.}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=01:02, August 28, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian=*Dorian flashing a grin in return, and picked one up for himself. He managed to hold on to one of the older, fatter, classic versions. Looking at the ones on display it might have been time for an upgrade. He didn't need a muggle relic despite how useful it had been in better days.* "I've never actually been here before. I'm still a bit surprised a place like this even exists. If that's not the dumbest thing you've heard today color me surprised."}}
{{Saff|time=01:50, August 28, 2016 (UTC)|Saff="No, it's really not," she said, shrugging slightly as she was briefly running through just about every potentially idiotic statement she had heard so far that day. "I'd have to say I've personally only been around here a couple of times myself," she said as she smiled before she pushed some stray hairs back behind her ears, "I...don't suggest you get that one if that's what you're thinking about going with," she said as she pointed towards the hunk of technology in his hands, just in case he was a Pure-Blood who happened to know nothing about such stuff.}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=01:59, August 28, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian="That's good to know. I'll try to be less surprised." *He chuckled. He always found it amusing when he spoke with other people and they didn't insult him. He was probably spending too much time around Shannon if he was getting used to be called everything but his name.* "What's wrong with this one?" *He looked down at the device.* "I've got an even older one that works fine, I did get it... well I bought if off some guy on the street so maybe it doesn't actually compare. And I probably shouldn't have told you that." *He put the iPod down and looked to her.* "Which one would you suggest, if I were to get one?"}}
{{Saff|time=02:12, August 28, 2016 (UTC)|Saff=Saffron's eyebrows raised slightly, almost imagining it as some sort of dark trading deal, but she doubted it could be considered much like such, "I won't say anything, I promise," she said, giving him a playful wink as she reached over and picked probably one of the newer models...or as new as they got for still being able to use it around here, "I'm getting this model, but then again I suppose it broke, so maybe I should suggest something else. Oops," she said as she laughed somewhat.}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=02:21, August 28, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian=*Dorian smiled at the wink, he couldn't help himself, and he chuckled a little as well.* "She we make it a pinky promise?" *He joked, as his eyes moved over to the new one she was showing him.* "I guess that depends on how it broke. Was it something you did? Did you drop it? Not that I'm suggesting you're the type of person who doesn't take care of their valuables. If it broke due to something else that might be a good reason to look at getting a different one. Perhaps this model is defective."}}
{{Saff|time=02:31, August 28, 2016 (UTC)|Saff=Saffron shrugged, "I think it was an interference with magic, but I probably took it a step too close to Hogwarts, so I find it was definitely my bad," she said, smiling sweetly before glancing down at the bright blue iPod in her hands for a moment and looking back up at him, "I don't have to go over there too often unless I'm visiting my brother, so I think I'm fine with getting it again as long as I remember to watch where I take it."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=02:47, August 28, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian=*Dorian nodded.* "So it was a matter of minding your magical zones. Yeah, that was definitely your bad. Can't blame technology for that. It could have been worse though. What are those things called that eat electricity? Chizpurfles, you could have been mobbed by a gang of those." *He chuckled fiddling with a lime green iPod before setting it back down.* "This brother of yours? You said you visit him. Is he a student there? I didn't go there myself but I've got a kid a brother who'll probably be starting there in a few terms."}}
{{Saff|time=03:01, August 28, 2016 (UTC)|Saff="No, my oldest brother is the Transfiguration professor there," she said as she placed back the example and grabbed one of the boxes the iPods came in (without double checking the color but she would be fine with anything, she supposed). "I'm...the youngest, so I won't be having any siblings attending Hogwarts anytime soon or as far as I'm aware anyways."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=09:41, August 28, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian="Whoa, a professor. That's a serious step up from just being a student. Is he a completely intolerable know it all because he's got that title of Professor to lord over you?" *He smirked before it dawned on him.* "Wait, I'm sorry. I don't even know what you do for living. For all I know you might have some better position that his couldn't even hope to match. How lovely a thing would that be for a younger sister?" *He grinned hoping his subtle attempt at getting to know more about her was a success.*}}
{{Saff|time=16:46, August 28, 2016 (UTC)|Saff="Well, we're a good seven years apart in age roughly, so he's always going to think he knows more," she said as she shrugged casually. After all, it didn't bother her that much that he thought he was better, because it was rare that they came about it. "Anyways, I'm the Head of the Department of Magical Education up at the Ministry. I don't think about it much, but I suppose that puts me higher up than him."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=00:10, August 29, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian="Here I was trying to make a big deal about you having a Professor for an older brother when you had a trump card in your back pocket all along. Head of the Department you said? That's got to be a lot of responsibility. For someone so young." *He grinned flirting shamelessly. Hit or miss, he always found it fun.* "Does your job provide you with a lot of stress? I would imagine running a whole department would come with an abundance of problems for lack of a better term."}}
{{Saff|time=02:06, August 29, 2016 (UTC)|Saff=Saffron smiled, keeping herself from blushing in flattery somehow, "It's a lot of responsibility, but I handle it just fine I think," she said as she once again pushed some stray hairs behind her ears, "Anyways, there's plenty of problems and...really stressful nights, but it's something you get adjusted to after a while." Honestly, it was broad daylight and she was sober...she was not capable of flirting properly.}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=09:37, August 29, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian="I'm sure you do. If the head honchos over there at the Ministry think so too seeing as you've gotten the job then you've got to be able to handle whatever it is they could possibly throw at you. ... And you know where I'm going with this." *He shrugged one shoulder rising slightly higher than the other.* "I suppose, what I'm asking you is how do you blow off steam? If you've already adjusted to the pros and the cons in your choice of occupation, then, perhaps you don't need to unwind after one of those stressful nights you mentioned."}}
{{Saff|time=17:03, August 29, 2016 (UTC)|Saff=Saffron shrugged just barely, "Normally, it's all pent up until my day off, since it's nearly impossible to do anything to calm down when you're stuck in that filthy office all day..." she said, before blushing lightly, "Sorry, that was unnecessary. Anyways, normally a good jog around London or a massage over at Rouge Lips does it right," she answered, before she looked down and fixed her skirt (that didn't even really need fixing, but she was doing it anyways to break eye contact).}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=01:23, August 30, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian=*Dorian chuckled.* "You can describe your work environment in whichever way you please. I, however, don't believe for one minute they would stick someone like you in a filthy office. That might be a misunderstanding on my part. I'm sure we have two completely different definitions of that word." *He grinned watching her fix her skirt, and he tried to look away as well so as not to appear overly interested despite the fact that he continued speaking to her.* "You didn't strike me as the athletic type, forgive me for saying so, you look a bit... dainty to me."}}
{{Saff|time=01:37, August 30, 2016 (UTC)|Saff=Saffron laughed lightly, "Perhaps, but I have...quite a few definitions of filthy. I think you'd have to clarify which one yours is," she said as she looked back up at him and smiled, "Yeah, I'm pretty small and I'm definitely not the athletic type. I've just committed myself to trying to keep semi-active at least."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=01:52, August 30, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian="I'd rather not go into what comes to mind when that particular word springs to mind. Not in the presence of a lady." *He gestured to her, a small smirk re-appearing.* "I would've figured you were the type to have one of those unbelievable metabolisms. I forget whether it's fast or slow that makes for the difference between needing to excising and doing it just for the endorphins."}}
{{Saff|time=02:06, August 30, 2016 (UTC)|Saff=Saffron blushed and smirked, before she returned to her regularly sweet smile, "Fast, I believe? I do, but either way I'd prefer not to limit myself to the office and the couch. I think getting up and doing something is always the healthy route."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=02:23, August 30, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian="Most definitely. I don't know how much reading you do about health and fitness. But, I feel the need to share this with you now that you said that. I read somewhere that sitting is the equivalent to smoking." *He gave her a look of disbelief.* "Basically you should try to stand or walk for every forty five minutes that you spend sitting down."}}
{{Saff|time=02:33, August 30, 2016 (UTC)|Saff="Hm, that's an...interesting thought," she said, thinking it over and shrugging slightly, "I feel that I do that already, seeing as I'm currently running around DoME like a mad person trying to keep up with everything. I'd like to see the science behind the statement, but I'll settle with it for now until I do."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=02:40, August 30, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian=*Dorian laughed not sure if he was supposed to, still finding the image a humorous one.* "If that's true your jogging is less necessary that you might think. Of course if it does help with the stress even a little, then I would be wrong." *His brow furrowed as he tried to remember any sort of stats.* "I don't recall anything being backed by science. Once that sort of information is released to the public the hard to decipher language gets removed so the masses can consume it easily. I'd be happy to show you any when I come across it. Miss ...?"}}
{{Saff|time=02:45, August 30, 2016 (UTC)|Saff="Saffron Carter," she said, feeling a bit annoyed with herself that she hadn't introduced herself that, but she couldn't do anything about that now, "And I'd love to hear some sort of backup to your statement sometime, if you happen to come across any," she responded,}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=09:54, August 30, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian="Saffron Carter. Lovely to have met you. I'm Dorian Webb." *He smirked, and gently reached for her hand to lightly kiss the back of it like a true gentleman should.* "I can't even remember where I read it, and I didn't take too much stock in it at the time. Nevertheless, if it means another opportunity to speak with you, I'll find it."}}
{{Saff|time=16:39, August 30, 2016 (UTC)|Saff=Saffron's cheeks were still a light pink, finding it unusual but charming that he kissed her hand (it was incredibly rare nowadays) before she was pulling it back to her side, "Well, I can't wait then...because I'd love to get to talk to you again," she said, smiling.}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=00:24, August 31, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian=*Dorian tried to continue to play it cool, he must've been doing well. He couldn't let his features betray him now, although he was pleasantly surprised with Saffron's choice of words.* "Well, Miss Carter, you are not alone in that sentiment. I'll make sure our next encounter happens sooner than later if that is truly the case."}}
{{Saff|time=00:45, August 31, 2016 (UTC)|Saff=Saffron smirked slightly, "I'm hoping so," she said before tossing the small little box up slightly before catching it again and looking over at the counter, "Until then, I'm due to meet a friend, so I should be on my way..."}}
=The Hog's Head=
*Dorian and Lucia (2030)
{{Hecate Grimm|time=07:19, September 6, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian=*Dorian was glued to a stool at the bar. It's not a habit. He kept repeating that to himself. Sipping from a glass of gin.*}}
{{Lucia|time=16:12, September 6, 2016 (UTC)~~|text=Lucia walked in, opting to have some fun before she got home. It was pretty full, and the first seat she saw was next to some guy who looked sorta distressed. She shrugged that off, and simply sat snd ordered a bloody Mary. }}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=17:59, September 6, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian=*Dorian stood up once the person next to him sat down. If only because she was someone of the female persuasion. He walked the pub, played round of some stupid bar game. Then he sat back down, in the same seat, with the same drink.*}}
{{Lucia|time=18:06, September 6, 2016 (UTC)|text= Lucia watched as he stood up, then again when he sat down. But, she didn't say a word. She wasn't drunk enough to pick anyone up.}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=00:31, September 7, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian=*Dorian finished his drink aggravatingly slow. Ice melted quicker, and snails move faster. He sat with the empty glass in front of him letting the bartender ask him if wanted another before reaching over the bar with long arms, grabbing the gin to fix the $@%^ drink himself, then putting the bottle back neatly behind the bar.*}}
{{Lucia|time=00:36, September 7, 2016 (UTC)|text="Well that was rude." She said, offhandedly ordering another bloody mary.}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=16:26, September 7, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian="Someone doesn't want a tip." *His remark was not too her, it was about the bartender.}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=16:26, September 7, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian="Someone doesn't want a tip." *His remark was not too her, it was about the bartender.}}
{{Lucia|time=17:37, September 7, 2016 (UTC)~|text= "Him being slow gives you no right to steal gin. You can see how busy it is."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=17:41, September 7, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian="Steal?" *He laughed.* "I'm sitting right here. If I leave without paying that would be stealing."}}{{Lucia|time=17:51, September 7, 2016 (UTC)~|text= "No, you idiot. At a bar, stealing is not letting the poor fool get it for you and going behind the counter to grab alcohol- Especially when he doesn't see it. I'm 100% positive if I point at you and accuse you of stealing, your drunk ass would be thrown out. Wanna know how I know? I've dealt with assholes like you who have NO patience." Lucia ranted. }}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=17:58, September 7, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian="Anywhere. Stealing is taking something that doesn't belong to you with no intention of paying for it. I intended to pay my tab." *He smirked.* "I didn't go behind the counter." *He corrected her.* "You might not have noticed this, but I reached over it. Difference. The poor fool saw me numerous time, he chose to ignore me. I did the same. You don't know anything about @$$#^%#$ like me. I have patience. As you may have also noticed. I waited for him to acknowledge me."}}
{{Lucia|time=18:03, September 7, 2016 (UTC)|text= "I'm surprised you've never been to a bar before. You sure look - And smell - like an alcoholic." Lucia glared. "It's busy. You obviously have no patience, else you'd have waited. @$$#*/#."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=18:09, September 7, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian="This is gin. Gin's a strong alcoholic beverage. This is a pub. People who drink alcoholic beverages come to pubs." *He could say simple things as well, so he did.*}}
{{Lucia|time =18:19, September 7, 2016 (UTC)~|text = "If you had been to a pub before you would know that you can't just take alcoholic. You definitely wouldn't be arguing with a bartender about that little fact either. "}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=18:23, September 7, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian="You do see the difference between what I did, which was serve myself, and stealing? I've pointed it out, but I can do it again." *He glanced at her.* "I'm not arguing with him, I'm barely arguing with you."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=18:23, September 7, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian="You do see the difference between what I did, which was serve myself, and stealing? I've pointed it out, but I can do it again." *He glanced at her.* "I'm not arguing with him, I'm barely arguing with you."}}{{Lucia|time=18:30, September 7, 2016 (UTC)|text= "Ohmygoddd you idiot how obvious do I have to make it? Im a bartender! Not here, but I work at Club Mute. Jesus."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=18:34, September 7, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian=*Dorian smirked. She was obviously hinting at her being the bartender, but he failed to care seeing as he didn't count this conversation as an argument.* "Maybe that's where you should be."}}
{{Lucia|time=23:50, September 9, 2016 (UTC)~|text= "WHy would I be there, it's not my shift." }}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=02:17, September 10, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian=*Dorian continued to smirk.* "Then you wouldn't be here."}}
{{Lucia|time=02:29, September 10, 2016 (UTC)|text= "Maybe you shouldn't be here? I've been coming here forever. You have an american accent. Go back to Ilvermorny."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=02:33, September 10, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian=*Dorian laughed, whatever she thought she was doing was too funny not to.* "I'll be going now, off to Ilvermorny. Bye!" *After a beat he spoke again.* "That was sarcasm."}}
{{Lucia|time=04:25, September 10, 2016 (UTC)|text= "I can tell, smart ass. You know what? I also work at the orphanage, and my break is almost over. Fuck you, man." It was a lie. She could definitely stretch it out but this guy was annoying the crap out of her. So, she stood, pulling out her wallet.}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=06:28, September 10, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian=*Dorian chortles at how well he seems to have annoyed her.* "Wow. Time does fly don't it? You should probably be getting back to those orphans you mentioned. #^@% you very much in return, ma'am. Hope to never see you again soon!"}}
=Regent Street=
*Dorian and Saffron (2030)
{{Hecate Grimm|time=04:49, October 2, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian=*Dorian spent a little time at the Cup with Shan and Gordie because Shan insisted for some odd reason. Probably because she knew how much didn't want to be there. He walked through the muggle street without a care in the world finding he was actually a little bit happy or some such feeling like it to be away from the magical side of the world.*}}
{{Saff|time=05:01, October 2, 2016 (UTC)|Saff=After leaving her brothers at the Quidditch World Cup, she was escaping for some casual shopping through Muggle London which was much more calming for her. While walking the streets, she was gripping a coffee cup and soon realizing it was starting to get a bit darker out but for now it was fine.}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=05:06, October 2, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian=*Dorian continued down the street the weight of his personal #$%% visibly slipping of his broad shoulders the longer he was out, the longer he was away. It always seemed there was a hint of smiling playing across his lips at he looked at his own reflection in the windows of the shops as he walked past them. He set his gaze forward after passing another large display window when he noticed someone.*}}
{{Saff|time=05:27, October 2, 2016 (UTC)|Saff=Upon noticing crowds were thinning, she's was also recognizing a familiar figure but had looked away as she expected them to not want to bother with such a female as herself.}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=05:42, October 2, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian=*Dorian was unfamiliar with this sensation. He knew Saffron had locked eyes with him at least once. When she turned away it stirred something in him. He waited until he was close enough to speak to her.* "Hello again, Miss Carter."}}
{{Saff|time=06:02, October 2, 2016 (UTC)|Saff=Saffron smiled a bit brightly as she turned to look up at Dorian, "Hello, Mister Webb," she said as she pushed her hair behind her ears.}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=06:06, October 2, 2016 (UTC)~|Dorian=*Dorian chuckled.* "You can call me Dorian, unless you happen to be more fond of Mister Webb. In which case be as proper as you like, and I won't mention it again."}}
{{Saff|time=06:19, October 2, 2016 (UTC)|Saff="If that's the case, you should just call me Saffron," she said, laughing partially as she sipped at her coffee and briefly looked around to make sure there weren't terribly sketchy people around.}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=06:25, October 2, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian="Saffron it is." *He smirked.* "I'd like for you to have a good impression of me. So I want you to know I wasn't being cheeky. If that's the correct use of the term. I didn't want you to think I was being overly familiar with you because we've met before."}}
{{Saff|time=06:35, October 2, 2016 (UTC)|Saff="No, it's fine," she said as she settled her eyes back on him, "And, it's probably proper usage but it's not like it matter so much." After all, she did understand what he was trying to say. However, she was left thinking over how he wanted to appear goodbye to her, but she wasn't necessarily figuring that it was doing any good for her.}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=06:45, October 2, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian=*Dorian's eyes met hers again for the briefest of moments. He realized she had the most beautiful green eyes he'd ever seen before. He chuckled to himself before setting his gaze forward again, he figured he would need to explain why he had done it. * "I've never been much of a wordsmith. I heard someone call someone else a 'cheek monkey' the other day. It made me think of ice cream, Chunky Monkey. This moment felt like the sort of thing they meant."}}
{{Saff|time=07:09, October 2, 2016 (UTC)|Saff=Saffron laughed, before she was running her hands through her hair, "If I'm not mistaken, they're referring to a raunchy and witty fellow. I'm not sure you're necessarily such yourself but..."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=08:01, October 2, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian="Honestly, I'm going to consider that a compliment. Whether you meant it to be one or not. Because... it could... quite possibly... be misconstrued as an insult. It sounds to me like you're saying that you don't find me to be witty. Is that true Saffron?"}}
{{Saff|time=19:10, October 2, 2016 (UTC)|Saff=Saffron smiled, "Or I'm saying that I'm not sure because I'd have to say we're not totally familiar with each other," she said, before she shrugged and sipped at her coffee again. By now, it had gotten a bit cold and nasty, but she wasn't capable of heating it up now with all the Muggles around. "Besides, you're probably witty, but you're not seeming terribly raunchy so far. Please, correct me if I'm wrong though."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=23:36, October 2, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian=*Dorian was surprised by the amount of words she used. He was expecting a simple one word answer, a yes to him not being witty* "I suppose that all depends on the company I keep. A raunchy individual can bring out the same in me. Much a more sophisticated individual can bring out the more mature aspects of myself. It's the same with my siblings, I feel. My sister can bring out the worst in me, and my little brother just makes me a better person altogether. Perhaps, I'm some sort of personality chameleon." *He shrugged.*}}
{{Saff|time=23:54, October 2, 2016 (UTC)|Saff="Aren't we all?" she responded, smirking slightly as she pushed her hair back again. Silently, she noted that she needed to get her hair trimmed up a little bit sometime soon. "I'm guessing I'm on more of the polite and mature side, then."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=00:02, October 3, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian="A resounding yes. Yes! Absolutely. I rarely speak with anyone else the way I speak with you. You make me feel like I'm more intelligent than I might actually be. Not that I think you to be unintelligent. I mean that I would much rather be speaking with you. Or just walking beside you. Than anyone else."}}
{{Saff|time=00:15, October 3, 2016 (UTC)|Saff=Saffron blushed slightly, "Well, you're not too bad yourself," she said as she motioned in the direction she had previously been walking, "I'm starting an hour and a half long walk back to Cholmeley Lodge, so I'd say that I'm in need of walking now. If you want, you're welcome to join me on the way," she offered as she smiled up at him, "I'd enjoy your company."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=00:23, October 3, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian="Why thank you, Saffron. That's so nice of you to say." *He chuckled catching a glimpse of her blushing g from the corner of his eye.* "Do you regularly take hour and half long walks like this? I know that mentioned going for a 'good jog', to blow off steam from work. But, when you're not power walking it's sort of like moving at a snails pace. Don't you think? Just so you know, I'm not suggesting we should walk any faster. I'm only curious to know if this is one of your walking routes."}}
{{Saff|time=00:42, October 3, 2016 (UTC)|Saff="No, it's only on shopping days," she said, as she raised up two small bags which held candles in one and a necklace in another. "I'd love to have a faster means of travel, but I'm not paying for a vehicle I'd rarely use." At that, she started walking again, "I'm not expecting you to walk the entire way though, by the way."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=00:48, October 3, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian=*Dorian nodded observing the bags, he hadn't stepped inside a shop the entire time he was out but he did have a paycheck from a job well done burning a hole in his pocket.* "And? Was this shopping day about treating yourself, or did you get anything for anyone else?" *He grinned chuckling to himself.* "I'm perfectly fine walking with you the entire way, if you don't mind it. You did say you'd enjoy my company."}}
{{Saff|time=01:10, October 3, 2016 (UTC)|Saff=Saffron smiled, "I've had a tiring few weeks, having finished up issuing the OWLs and NEWTs results, plus I've finally escaped from my three brothers trying to nag me about going to the Quidditch World Cup," she answered, "And I'm totally fine with you going all the way to Cholmeley, I'm just saying that I don't want to drag you all the way there if you don't want to be."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=01:17, October 3, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian="I'm glad you've finally found sometime to unwind. Everyone needs that at some point." *He chuckled, and nodded again.* "That whole World Cup atmosphere is magnetic isn't it. I didn't want to be there either, but of course. My sister insisted we take our little brother. It was the first one he'll be able to remember. I couldn't refuse. So, I suppose, you could call this my great escape." *He smirk.* "You'll be there, the long walk Cholmeley won't be the most terrible thing that's ever happened to me."}}
{{Saff|time=01:34, October 3, 2016 (UTC)|Saff="I've only ever attended one, but I'd have to say I've still never wanted to. Thankfully, I'm no longer a teen girl who has to follow her brothers around," she said, remembering that summer and finding it a bit funny. "I'm glad to be a part of your great escape then, Dorian. Hopefully, this won't turn out to be a total disappointment." She smiled.}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=01:49, October 3, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian=*Dorian has a laugh at that. He's familiar with everything she's said from the other side. He's never asked if his family was okay with uprooting their old life because of him, they did it nonetheless. How they felt seemed irrelevant to him.* "I highly doubt you could ever disappoint anyone, Saffron. Even if you tried to with every fiber of your being. You'd still be prefect." *He bit his tongue. He hadn't meant to be that honest with her yet.*}}
{{Saff|time=02:05, October 3, 2016 (UTC)|Saff=Saffron's smiled faltered as she turned a shade of pink, "Thanks, but you're honestly too sweet for there's no such thing as perfection," she responded, trying not to think too much into his comment. "I'll take it though." She laughed.}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=02:15, October 3, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian=*Dorian wanted to disagree with her, and usually he would have done so relentlessly. But for now he chose instead to laugh at himself for being nervous or embarrassed about anything he'd said to her thus far.* "Good. The possibility of you rejecting such a fine compliment was beginning to sting, physically."}}
{{Saff|time=03:00, October 3, 2016 (UTC)|Saff=Saffron would've tried to work in some flirting at that point, but quickly decided against doing such. "Aw, probably should've accepted it quicker then," she said as she smiled but her cheeks remained that light shade of pink.}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=03:06, October 3, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian=*Dorian shook his head, a small smile forming as he glanced over at her again.* "I'm not so sure about that. Yes, your initial reaction did make me question myself. In the end you accepted it anyways. Kind of unorthodox, I would say. But, I can appreciate it. Much like the baby pink color in your cheeks."}}
{{Saff|time=03:14, October 3, 2016 (UTC)|Saff=Saffron laughed, mostly at herself, as she moved away for a second to toss her coffee cup into a trashcan. Honestly, it was a good excuse for getting to look away from him. "I'm glad you like it, or 'appreciate' it anyways. I wouldn't want you suffering through it for however long we have left. I'd feel quite bad about it."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=03:22, October 3, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian="I'd have to be a special kind of idiot not be able to appreciate a beautiful woman when she's blushing." *He chuckled to himself.* "Don't, at least I hope you wouldn't feel bad about it." *He sent another glance her way before looking forward again.* "I want to say it was a bit jarring, but that definitely exaggerating. Still, I've been through much worse, and survived it. Hurt feelings wouldn't be the end of me. Not today, and not anytime soon."}}
{{Saff|time=03:33, October 3, 2016 (UTC)|Saff=Besides horrible breakups and abusive relationships, she hadn't struggled too much in her life. In fact, she had been handed practically everything to her because of the youngest child thing. So, she felt a bit bad that she wasn't sure how to respond. "Thanks, again," she said, smiling a bit shyly, "Well, it's good that you don't let that type of stuff get you down too much."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=08:52, October 3, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian="You probably hear it a lot in a typical day. At least away from work, it might be some form of harassment from a colleague." *He shrugged dismissively.* "I don't think I have the emotional quotient to let it get me down. I'm not trying to paint myself as emotionless, not by any means. I feel things just a deeply as anyone else does. It's... just... I was raised to believe that men keep certain feelings to themselves. I'm a bit closed off in that regard, I suppose. Better me be a bit detached than an exposed nerve."}}
{{Saff|time=22:49, October 3, 2016 (UTC)|Saff="I don't, actually. I don't mind though." Saffron nodded, understanding despite not really being in the situation herself any, "And, it's probably helping that you're talking about it, maybe? Sometimes, it's best to keep feelings in, but don't you think it's a bit harmful for yourself and others that way?" she asked, before feeling a bit rude, "Sorry, it's just...you shouldn't feel like you're not allowed to have emotions just because you're a man. Sorry, again."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=01:03, October 4, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian="You must not be around too many people then, at least people who can see clearly if you don't hear it more than once a day." *He drew in a breath through clenched teeth. She was absolutely spot on, and a part of him wanted to vehemently deny it.* "Saffron, you have no reason to apologize to me for. It's not the way that I choose to think, it's what I was taught. It's how I was raised." *He gave a shrug.* "I agree with you on some level, at the same time I don't. Emotions are a dangerous thing, and sometimes giving into them isn't the best reaction. Sometimes. It's better to not to feel anything."}}
{{Saff|time=01:30, October 4, 2016 (UTC)|Saff=Saffron nodded, but she still regretted what she had said, "I was raised to be transparent with my emotions, even if I'm being told that I'm being just another wimpy girl. So, it's weird to me that...it's considered necessary for you to do otherwise. I know that somebody's feelings can be dangerous, I've been ruined by a few of my own or others personally. I still think it's worth it though, maybe, but I won't lecture you to do otherwise."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=01:38, October 4, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian=*Dorian stifled a chuckle knowing this was probably the most inappropriate time to do so. The first though that came to mine was something he couldn't help but think since the first time he laid eyes on her. Opposites attract. He kept that to himself, for the time being at at least.* "Not just somebody's feelings, even your own. And they can be harmful to not just to you alone, but to others as well. It's actually a lot like you said. I know it all too well."}}
{{Saff|time=02:57, October 4, 2016 (UTC)|Saff=Saffron looked conflicted as she quickly glanced away, "If you'd prefer to keep that in your past, it's understandable so you can just keep that to yourself...unless you're ever willing to talk to me about it without me asking for you to." She smiled.}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=03:03, October 4, 2016 (UTC)~~|Dorian="I appreciate the offer, Saffron. I do. It's just... spilling my guts without the proper lead in isn't exactly how I go about sharing information about myself or my past with other people. Aside from that, I wouldn't really know how or where to begin. Would I start from the my first memory? Or do I give the list of the worst things to happen to me?"}}
{{Saff|time=03:12, October 4, 2016 (UTC)|Saff="It depends. I suppose, we can start from the beginning if you want to. I'm interested...and I'm willing to listen through it all. If you just need to explain the bad things, then you can go about talking about those, but only if you're comfortable with it," she said as she pushed her hair back.}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=10:15, October 4, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian="It's not that I'm uncomfortable." *He paused. She had done what few people could do for him lately with those few words she used, words he had never heard before. To the best of his recollection no one had ever been interested let alone willing to listen.* "It's my past. It happened, and there's nothing I can do to change that. I'd prefer it if you looked at me, and saw something different than everyone else does."}}
{{Saff|time=02:34, October 5, 2016 (UTC)|Saff="Then, let's get started and we'll see," she said, smiling reassuringly at him as she hoped she was sounding as supportive as she was trying to be. "If not, then I'm not deserving of you anyways."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=02:45, October 5, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian=*Dorian scoffed before bursting into awkward laughter.* "You not deserving of me... that doesn't even make sense to my brain. Whether or not I told you my life story from beginning to the present. No matter how you react to it. I would still be the one on the underserving end of things."}}
{{Saff|time=02:57, October 5, 2016 (UTC)|Saff=Saffron blushed as Dorian laughed...at her. "That's...sweet, I think. I don't know though," she said, quite quietly as she looked ahead of them, "Maybe, we're just right, equally deserving on both sides, but."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=09:19, October 5, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian="That never once crossed my mind." *He paused thoughtfully.* "That there was someone out there that I deserved just as much as they deserved me." *He chortled.* "I certainly never imagined I would be lucky enough for my someone to be someone like you."}}
{{Saff|time=03:31, October 6, 2016 (UTC)|Saff=Saffron smiled, glad that he hadn't completely rejected it. "Hey, don't get ahead of yourself...it's a maybe. It's not like we completely know each other yet." As if that had stopped her before. "But, yeah."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=23:28, October 6, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian="Was I not supposed to agree with you on that?" *he raised a brow.* "I did mention it was news to me. Yet I still put my big foot in my big mouth. Should I pull it out or leave it there? It might prevent me from taking another one of your 'maybe's' light-years ahead of where it began."}}
{{Saff|time=05:29, October 7, 2016 (UTC)|Saff=Saffron smiled a bit, "Sorry, you're good. It's just...you're attractive and intelligent...I'm messing this up, aren't I?" she asked a bit quietly.}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=09:15, October 7, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian="If either of us are messing this up it has to be me." *He chuckled.* "I feel the same way about you. You're gorgeous, brilliant, and witty. Why you even speak to me? I can't comprehend."}}
{{Saff|time=00:55, October 8, 2016 (UTC)|Saff=Saffron wanted to argue with Dorian, but it seemed like a poor idea right now. "Well, you seemed well worth it. So far, you're still standing beside that," she said, a bit more confident in that response than the last one.}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=01:46, October 8, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian=*Dorian grinned just slightly.* "As I said before. I'd much prefer it if I continued to seem that way to you." *He sent another brief glance her way.* "I suppose this is the part where I tell you about my terrible childhood, and you feel sorry for me. Let me tell you now, I don't need sympathy."}}
{{Saff|time=06:01, October 8, 2016 (UTC)|Saff=Saffron nodded, "Okay, I'll try not to bombard you with it then," she said as she looked up at the sky and realized it had gotten darker than the last time she had really registered anything of that sort.}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=09:34, October 8, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian=*Dorian tried to make light of the situation.* "It'll probably be the most difficult thing you've ever done." *Without any further hesitation, as the sky got darker, the unsavory stories from his past were revealed. The conclusion of which was his mother's incarceration.*}}
=Co-Zee Cafe=
*Dorian and Saffron (2030)
{{Hecate Grimm|time=07:47, October 14, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian=*Dorian clearly felt 'out of place' sitting in the café waiting for Saffron. He arrived earlier than he should have to make sure he wouldn't be late, he was in fact too early. The amount of time he awarded himself to be nervous about an agreed to time, and place meet was figuratively killing him. He was tempted to leave, and comeback later, a fashionably late arrival would suit him. He considered it as he glanced at the door.*}}
{{Saff|time=16:03, October 14, 2016 (UTC)|Saff=Normally, she arrived five minutes early to occasions of this nature after her years of being a teenager proved she liked to be five minutes late which really wrecked things with people. As she walked through the door, she smiled sweetly at the employee who tried to welcome her from behind the counter before she looked around to see if Dorian was here yet. Although she wouldn't have minded if he was, she almost preferred if he wasn't.}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=02:50, October 15, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian=*Dorian smiled the moment her saw her walk through the door. He tried to hide the wide, toothy, foolish, adorable grin on his face, which was impossible. He looked away pretending he hadn't noticed her yet. He was sure they locked eyes for a second, still he played the 'game', acting a bit aloof to her presence. He spoke out to a server ordering himself another white grape juice with lime. That sweet smile Saffron gave the employee of the café made that grin exceedingly hard to get out of his mind. He was left with a semi-permanent smirk on his face.*}}
{{Saff|time=16:52, October 15, 2016 (UTC)|Saff=When Saffron located Dorian, her smile brightened and she approached with an evident light in her eyes probably rooting from the amount of caffeine already pumping through her system. Although she was tempted to, she remained standing instead of slipping into the chair across from him. "Hey!" she said as she only then moved to pull out her chair, "I wasn't expecting you to be here early, but it's not like I genuinely mind it anyways."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=15:08, October 16, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian=*Dorian turned his to the familiar voice, still unable to wipe that smirk away, he looked at her moving out of his own seat a bit too slow. Despite the fact that he watched her pull out her own chair, he moved to stand behind it, and push it in after she was seated. He knew how to be a gentlemen, the properly timed gestures tended to escape him is all.* "I wasn't expecting myself to be early either. I'm notorious for being fashionable late, as they say. I didn't want you think I'd forgotten about you." *Tempted to run a light hand over her shoulder as he moved back to his seat, he opted not to.*}}
{{Saff|time=16:22, October 16, 2016 (UTC)|Saff=Saffron's cheeks turned pink as Dorian helped her with her chair. While it was supposed to be normal, it was flattering since most guys she had ever dated just relied on her to do it herself. "Thanks," she said as she slipped her purse off her shoulder and onto the floor. "Admittedly, I was slightly concerned that I would've ended up missing it whether it being not finding the cafe or going to the wrong one. It's crazy, but I was worried I would come off like I didn't care when I do."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=01:54, October 17, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian=*Dorian chuckled softly taking his seat again straighten his shirt, before locking eyes with her.* "If I saw you walk by, I wouldn't have let you stray too far for too long. I've been enjoying your company too much to let something like us both being in the same place at the same time, and not knowing it stand between us." *He chucked again, shrugging slightly.* "A lot more so if there were something I could actually do about it. The next time... if there is a next time... we meet, I'll let you pick the place, maybe you'll even show up first." *He winked at her teasingly, a playful smile across his lips as a server approached their table with his drink.*}}
{{Saff|time=04:40, October 17, 2016 (UTC)|Saff=Personally, the young lady had regretted her wording immediately. However, he hadn't seemed bugged so therefore neither was she. "I...was going to question why not," she stated simply before continuing, "But, it's quite cheesy, yes. I'm surprised you feel that way because I'm still feeling like I'm going a bit past my league right now."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=09:27, October 18, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian=*Dorian wanted to say something, he made a quite a number of futile attempts to say anything at all. Not much more escaped past his lips other than sounds which were most definitely not words. He cleared his throat, and took a few small sips of his drink.* "When you say things like it makes me question why not myself. I wouldn't admit this to anyone else, but I've already told you this before. I'm the one out of their league. Saffron. You're beautiful, intelligent, and successful. I pale in comparison."}}
{{Saff|time=02:32, October 19, 2016 (UTC)|Saff=Saffron was confused at first, but had decided not to comment on it as Dorian continued to speak, his words bringing a bright pink tint to her cheeks. "I doubt it. At least, I happen to disagree, anyways," she said before her iced latte arrived, which resulted in a small thanks to the server before she sipped at it lightly.}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=04:01, October 19, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian=*Dorian shook his head chuckling to himself.* "I want so badly to say that I can't believe you would say that about yourself. I'd be lying if I did, and I ... I don't want to lie to you. Your quite modest, Saffron. As far as I can tell you are, and its... it's an extremely attractive quality to have. How could you ever disagree? We're on two different levels, mine is so far below yours I'm surprised you can even see me."}}
{{Saff|time=04:47, October 19, 2016 (UTC)|Saff="However, I can and I would have to admit I like the view," she said as her lips quirked upward into a mixture between a smirk and a smile. "I'm not sure if I should be flattered or not though because I feel some people actually just use modesty as an insult. Thanks, though."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=04:55, October 19, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian=*Dorian was again at a loss for words. He chuckled to himself staring across the table at her.* "How does that even work? I could understand if you said that some use modesty as an excuse for behavior that others might not approve of. I would attempt to agree to that. On this, I can't. Are you saying that you might have been insulted by my calling you modest?"}}
{{Saff|time=05:43, October 19, 2016 (UTC)|Saff="It depends on the meaning and usage of it. I'm not offended, no. I quite easily could be but I am not for now," she said as she smiled faintly, "The insult is more commonly used in a fashion that might not be suitable in such a location as this one."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=04:55, October 19, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian=*Dorian was slow to catch on to her meaning. He found himself looking away to awkwardly laugh off his confusion, before he words finally sunk into his thick skull. It was apparent when they did, as he stopped laughing.* "Oh. You know I didn't mean in that... unsuitable sort of way? I meant it as a genuine compliment."}}
{{Saff|time=00:06, October 20, 2016 (UTC)|Saff=Saffron smiled, twirling her ponytail around her finger absentmindedly before stopping and shrugging, "I figured and thanks for that. I just noted that it could've been. I probably shouldn't have though. My apologies."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=00:38, October 20, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian=*Dorian chuckled to himself, watching her twirl her hair.* "No need. It's good that you did. I'm glad you pointed it out. If I ever say anything that you find insulting regardless of the intention behind it, I want you to tell me. Don't let me make you angry because you're being polite, and I'm being an idiot."}}
{{Saff|time=03:38, October 20, 2016 (UTC)|Saff="I wouldn't. I'm not trying to be mean, but I wouldn't ever. I'm assuring you that I'd say something. So far, you're just fine," she said, sipping at her latte as she looked down to be breaking eye contact for a moment. "If I'm ever offending or annoying you though, then don't hesitate to call me out either."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=03:53, October 20, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian=*Dorian chuckled hesitating for a brief moment before he opened his mouth to speak.* "You don't even have to ask. That sort of thing is exactly what I do, with everyone. And just about anyone. Even strangers get things I don't like about pointed out. You on the other hand. If you're not going to give me the same courtesy. I can't say I'm willing to do that for you. It's not being mean if I asked you to do it."}}
{{Saff|time=04:21, October 20, 2016 (UTC)|Saff=Saffron laughed softly before she was lightly biting at her lip briefly, "Good, we'll be honest with each other then, yeah? At least, I will." She smiled, "I have no reason not to, I don't think?"}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=04:33, October 20, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian=*Dorian grinned biting back a louder than necessary laugh.* "I promise to only lie to you when you want me to." *He didn't know if he could deliver on that promise, but he sure was going to try.* "If you change your mind about the honesty policy. Do let me know."}}
{{Saff|time=04:54, October 20, 2016 (UTC)|Saff=Personally, the blonde had a list of things her terrible ex-boyfriends always pressed her too much on that she really would've liked for him to lie about but she decided against saying something. "I wouldn't want you to unless it's something that's supposed to be a surprise of sorts. I'm not sure when that would come up but I'm going to assume that's it."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=05:05, October 20, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian=*Dorian brow skyrocketed, and as he felt it happen he made a funny face trying to regain control of it. He didn't want to sit there looking like some kind of creep who was undressing Saffron with his eyes.* "White lies you're okay with. If that was what you mean I think I understand what you're saying." *He grinned picking up his drink.* "You want me to surprise you. I can definitely do that, I'm going to need a little more set up. So that I can make sure it's a good surprise, and not a bad one."}}
{{Saff|time=05:11, October 21, 2016 (UTC)|Saff=Saffron nodded, "Yeah, white lies! Kinda, it's close enough," she said as she furrowed her eyebrows slightly, drifting her gaze around as she then ended up looking him up and down one time. "I'm not sure how I'd have to be setting you up, but I'm a fan of sorts to occasional surprises, yes."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=09:32, October 21, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian="Kinda? You're going to have to be a bit definitive than that. Either you want me to lie to you, or you don't. Either you want white lies, or none at all. I'd rather you not tell me when I'm in the middle of one." *He shrugged taking a sip of his drink.* "That's good to know. That you're a fan, 'of sorts' to occasional surprises since that's not something I'd be doing on a daily basis. It's lose its mystique."}}
{{Saff|time=03:57, October 22, 2016 (UTC)|Saff="Yeah, it's fine...the white lies, anyways," she answered, not really wanting him to lie if she was looking ugly or upset or off at all but he seemed honest enough with her. "Anyways, surprises are wonderful depending on the situation because it's a pretty broad term. So, maybe slipping one in here and there won't be so bad for you, but obviously you know they're capable of getting boring after a while." She smiled.}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=02:49, October 23, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian=*Dorian nodded, his head barely moving as her smirked at her.* "I assumed as much. We both agreed to tell the truth, and I don't see how small, inconsequential... fibs could cause any harm to either of us continue to be up front with one another." *He sipped his drink still not understanding who in their right mind could taste vodka in that combination.* "I'm glad we're on the same page, Saffron. I'd hate for you to be expecting something in the way of a surprise that I wasn't able to provide you with. Worse yet, I'd hate to present you with something unstimulating, something that couldn't strike a chord with you one way or another."}}
{{Saff|time=05:47, October 23, 2016 (UTC)|Saff="I doubt you could underwhelm me, Dorian. I think you could always get something out of me in one form or another," she said, briefly smirking before she just sipped at her her drink, almost doing it in a flirtatious manner. "So, what exactly should I do for you then?"}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=11:18, October 23, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian=*Dorian tossed his head back and chuckled. As he leveled his gaze, and looked at her once more he smiled.* * "To be perfectly honest, with just a little bit of cheesy goodness sprinkled on top. You could continue to grace me with your presence. That's about the extent of what exactly you could do for me. If it's not too much trouble."}}
=The Retro=
*Dorian and Saffron (2030)
{{Saff|time=04:59, November 8, 2016 (UTC)|Saff=Saffron had picked up by Dorian from outside the Ministry of Magic, before being escorted to the Retro where she gladly moved into a booth (as in attempt at avoiding the bar for now which normally resulted in one too many drinks and one too many shitty pick-up lines). While she pretended to seem interested in the menu, her eyes briefly flickered up towards his, "So, it's probably already been said...but it's very sweet of you to have picked me up," she said as her facial expression displayed the happiness with such an action.}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=12:10, November 8, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian=*Dorian slid into the booth from the other side, he initially wanted to sit on the same side as Saffron. Concerned that she might find the choice to be too bold a move, he instead put the smallest amount of distance between them by sitting on the other side of her. He swiftly picked up a menu which allowed him to pretend he was reading it, not that he needed to, as he stole glances at her. That ever present permagrin never quite leaving his face when he was in her presence. Instantly shifting his gaze to the menu once again, he glanced up at her slowly as she spoke to him.* "It's very sweet of you to keep saying so. Anything that has to be done to spend more even a few more minutes of time with you, I'll do."}}
{{Saff|time=06:27, November 9, 2016 (UTC)|Saff=Personally, the blonde had been tempted to try sliding in beside him but she had decided that moving in first would've left the decision open to him. When he hadn't, she wasn't bothered terribly. "I still don't see why," she said as she smiled almost innocently but that was mostly related to her blushing, "Anyways, how's your day been before we met up?" she asked, almost in hopes of finding out what he even did for a living (since she wasn't sure she knew yet).}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=11:51, November 9, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian="Enjoying your company isn't enough of a reason for you? You need more than that." *He tried to wipe the grin off his face as he chuckled. To no avail, it would probably be there at least until an hour after he parted from her company.* "Days have been a lot better lately." *He swallowed hard. He told Saff before about the past, mostly his, not as much about the details as they related to Shan and Gordie. The thought put knot in his stomach, but he continued.* "We had a ... bit of drama in the family a few months back. Nothing we aren't familiar with. And things are settled now, in a manner of speaking."}}
{{Saff|time=16:10, November 11, 2016 (UTC)|Saff=Saffron merely shrugged in response to how she needed more of a reason, not necessarily smiling nor frowning anymore as she listened. At first, she was conflicted on if she wanted to ask more about the 'drama in the family' but she opted against it for he hadn't necessarily seemed interested in saying more. "Well, it's good to hear that things are going better. I'm sorry that something happened to begin with though."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=01:51, November 12, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian=*Dorian was grateful she hadn't pressed him for details. At the same time it concerned him ever so slightly that she didn't seem all the interested in his personal. He took as a courtesy she was extending to him, and moved on from it rather quickly.* "How's your filthy office." *He grinned playfully.* "I don't mean that to sound like I'm insinuating anything about you, now that I've said it I wish I would have mentioned first that you did say once that the your position in the Ministry placed you in a 'filthy office'. I'm realizing I should have phrased that differently."}}
{{Saff|time=01:54, November 14, 2016 (UTC)|Saff=Saffron laughed, although she was slightly offended at first, but she had tried to play it off alright. "It's been fine? I've considered moving to be Department Head elsewhere, since Minister Jeon has offered it, but I've declined for now. There hasn't been anything fancy going on." She shrugged, but smiled, "There's been other things related to family that's been keeping me focused on other things though so maybe that's dulled down what's going on with work."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=11:17, November 14, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian="If you've considered it, it's probably a wise decision. No one would know what's best for you better than you. I'd love to give you some sort of sage advice, or insight that would help you. Unfortunately, I can't do that. I will say though if you've already received an offer turning it down might seem rude, in the sense that our new Minister might take it as a slight to the level of trust you have in him. I've never met the man, what I think is purely speculation." *He paused briefly.* "I know I've been vague about aspects of my family, but anything you're willing to share about yours I'm willing to listen."}}
{{Saff|time=23:20, November 14, 2016 (UTC)|Saff="It's not like...he wanted me to switch. It's just he offered it if I wanted it. I would've switched if there were a department that suited me better than this one which happens to not really fit me that well either." She sighed and shrugged, not wanting to admit she was still in one of those 'my life is trash forever' phases still. "I probably shouldn't talk about it right now, at least too in depth. The offer is nice though." She smiled, just slightly.}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=02:48, November 15, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian="To me it sounds exactly like he wanted you to switch. I understand that with his position comes the ability to reassign you, but as a show of respect for you, and the Ministry as a whole it would be more prudent for him to ask what it is your prefer. Don't you think?" *He raised a brow before taking a sip of his drink. He aim was to make her see that she was more valuable in her place of work than the impression she was currently giving him.* "I didn't mean to pry, I wanted you to know you can tell me anything. By that I mean to say anything you feel comfortable talking about."}}
{{Saff|time=04:30, November 15, 2016 (UTC)|Saff=If anything, she was feeling quite insecure, even more so now. "I...don't know why I would've had to move. Maybe...I wasn't performing well enough in Magical Education, but I thought I was doing fine," she said, her shoulders slouching just barely in defeat. Suddenly, their waiter stopped by and asked them what they wanted, leaving her to quickly and politely order a simple cheeseburger and butterbeer.}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=10:49, November 15, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian=*Dorian ordered the same, the quickest way to get rid of the waiter.* "I think you're misunderstanding. At least from the impression I'm getting from the way this conversation is going." *His brow furrowed the only sign of the minor distress he was feeling.* "I'm almost positive he would have offered you what I'm only going to consider a promotion even if there is no pay increase. He has to be offering you this opportunity because he is impressed with the work you've done this far. If it were the opposite I'm fairly certain you would have been demoted if not fired. To my knowledge when the person above you is not pleased with your effort that is usually how they show it."}}
{{Saff|time=04:01, November 17, 2016 (UTC)|Saff="It wouldn't have been a promotion. It would've been the same position but a different department," she said, refusing to even glance up at Dorian at that point. While she started tapping her fingers lightly to her thighs, she was taking a deep breath and then releasing it. "I'm...not arguing my point on that anymore."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=13:01, November 17, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian="You're not arguing with me, you're barely having a conversation with me." *He chuckled he gave Saffron the typical response he gave to anyone who said the word argue in regard to an exchange of words with him no matter the context. An argument to him involved a few specific words, and many regrettable actions.* "Before we drop the topic, may I ask, to which Department your 'same position' was in?"}}
{{Saff|time=03:52, November 18, 2016 (UTC)|Saff=Saffron shrugged when Dorian corrected her, resting and leaning back against the booth cushion as she finally looked back at him directly. "Sorry, attempting to persuade you into believing my point I'm not actually discussing," she corrected before she raised her hands to be resting on the table, her fingertips swirling circles over the polished wood tops. "For departments, it should be any of my choosing. There wasn't one that really stuck out too much to me."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=11:03, November 18, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian=*Dorian grinned at her as she corrected him, he gazed down at her hands as her fingertips grazed the table.* "That's all I was saying." *He shrugged dismissively, placing his elbows on the table.* "You were offered an opportunity to try something new without having to start from scratch to get there. I can see how that could be considered a slight to your work ethic, or your feelings going by the assumption that you chose to be a part of the Department you are currently in. It still sounds, and feels to me like a compliment from someone with heavy influence in the world. Ultimately, I agree with you regardless."}}
{{Saff|time=03:47, November 19, 2016 (UTC)|Saff="I'm sure that, if it were a positive, he probably offered it to all of the Department Heads," she said as she shrugged. Frankly, she wanted to move on from the topic. "So, you've never really mentioned what you're doing for a living?" she asked, quickly catching a glance out the window. "Umm, sorry if that's already been asked. It's just I don't think we've ever really talked too much into it before."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=11:03, November 18, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian="I don't see how that would make it any less of a compliment, and not and insult to you personally." *He shrugged leaning back in his seat.* "I'm sure you've asked before, never so clearly if I remember correctly. It never seemed like something worth mentioning to me since I don't think it compares to what you do for a living." *He knew he couldn't avoid the question any longer than he already head, so he rushed on.* "I'm a Broomologist. I used to play pro-quidditch, now I design racing brooms for broomstick manufacturers."}}
{{Saff|time=17:52, November 19, 2016 (UTC)|Saff=It would've been great for their butterbeers to come sliding along their table right about now. However, they did not and it made her feel guilty that she was thinking of such. "Quidditch?" she asked, raising her eyebrows. Personally, she could barely get behind Muggle sports, let alone Quidditch, but she supposed she was used to it with her brothers and all so it wasn't difficult trying to make conversation. "For what team, or teams? Also, being a Broomologist sounds pretty neat, actually, so don't sell yourself short."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=12:29, November 21, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian=*Dorian sighed. The ever present grin finally, slowly, faded from existence. His features were decidedly ambiguous, mostly blank. He didn't like talking about quidditch, for all is arrogance his previous life as an athlete was one he didn't like to brag about. There were too many negative memories associated with even that aspect of his life as well* "I played in Texas for the Sweetwater All-stars, and New England for the American Team, in total about 5 years." *He gave her a simple run down expecting to move on.* "I've been a studying Broomology since I started school. I'm not sure how British people do wands, but it was getting my first wand, and quidditch the started it for me."}}
{{Saff|time=04:10, November 22, 2016 (UTC)|Saff=When his grin finally faded, she felt more than just guilty. "Sorry, maybe I shouldn't have mentioned it. It's just my brother used to play Quidditch for the Fitchburg Finches and...I'm sorry. I'm not going to mention it again, promise," she said, as she smiled reassuringly. While she would've taken a deep breath right then, she decided that not showing her distress over it would be best. "Anyways! I'd love to hear more about Broomology sometime. I'm not the biggest fan of being on them, personally, but I think all magic is quite fascinating. It's probably the Muggle in me, but." She shrugged, still smiling.}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=12:47, November 22, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian=*Dorian shook his head in an attempt to no only brush off his own emotions, but to dismiss her apology.* "It's fine. You should be able to ask about my life if you're genuinely interested in knowing about it. And I should be able to share aspects of it with you without you feeling the need to apologize. Some of it wasn't the greatest, and of the memories I have a few still don't do justice to the good times." *He paused.* "I didn't know your brother played quidditch. I know you've mentioned that your awareness of the sport was due to your brothers. I assumed they were fans." *He shrugged.* "Making brooms doesn't need to included a lot of broom flying unless you're me, and you're the one making them. I test each one to be sure if was made properly. A bit egotistical but, I think I know a broom better than the average person."}}
{{Saff|time=03:53, November 23, 2016 (UTC)|Saff=Saffron shrugged, "It didn't seem worth mentioning." From there, she figured that the discussion of Quidditch was over with. It was probably better that way, since he seemed disinterested and she was never interested in the topic. "Also, it's not all that egotistical. Since you're the one who's designing them or making them, it could be assumed that the person knowing it best would be you or others in your field."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=12:04, November 23, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian="It's not a good topic of conversation if it's one neither of us want to delve into." *He blinked, as he paused to give her a look, as if to wordlessly ask; Why do you think we don't talk about it?* "I'd love to argue with you. It'd be so satisfying for me to tell you're wrong, and that the people who know the most are the people who sell them. I'd say something about the people who buy, more specifically I'd say something about the people who buy them in bulk as well. However, the ability to buy and sell things doesn't make someone an expert."}}
{{Saff|time=01:02, November 24, 2016 (UTC)|Saff=Thankfully, their food arrived in that moment, so she could once again break eye contact to thank the server. While she popped a fry in her mouth, she also reached over and took a relatively reasonable sip of her butterbeer. "Then, go ahead and tell me so," she offered, smiling to hide the fact she was almost irritated. It's not that she always believed she was correct, because Saffron definitely wasn't, but to say she disliked it when people tried to show her up would be an understatement. "But, if you'd rather that I just started to call you egotistical flat out then...sorry, no."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=01:56, November 24, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian=*Dorian nodded in response to the server asking if everything was okay. He wouldn't know until he ate, but he would say anything to have privacy with Saffron again. he couldn't help, but to grin at her remark. He loved a challenge, even when it didn't end the way he was expecting it to.* "The way I see it at the least, if you called me egotistical you'd wouldn't be wrong. It's true, I am. I don't want to be that way, but I also don't live in denial about the fact that I am that. I do appreciate your refusal though." *He shrugged.* "Where as, to the best of my knowledge, assuming I know brooms the best because I make them, and have at one point in time made riding them something that's included in my occupation to put it simply, would be incorrect."}}
{{Saff|time=02:20, November 24, 2016 (UTC)|Saff="I'm in no way agreeing you're the best, but simply I would find you'd understand it more so as a designer than a seller or buyer. I don't believe that you are, indeed, of all people on Earth, the one who would know brooms the best. Maybe you will be one day, but not at twenty something. Age isn't something I'd have wanted to drag into the argument, but logically somebody in the business much longer than you should realistically understand them more than you. I'd still argue you would probably know them best among however many others since it's not like everybody is making brooms or something."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=11:39, November 24, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian="As I was saying. Being the designer, I know the mechanics how a broom comes together in relation to the build. The way I see the pieces fit might not coincide with the way manufacturers want their broom for that year. I'd going into examples, but I honestly don't want to bore you with the name dropping of various broom styles." *He shrugged salting his fries, then squirting a generous amount of ketchup onto his plate.* "Here though is where I think we circle back to some sense of understanding. Someone in the business be it a broom-maker, a buyer or a seller who has been doing this for an extensive amount of time is most definitely more knowledgeable than I am. If they've given the same amount of dedication that I have, and the job is more than a paycheck, it's a passion."}}
{{Saff|time=07:29, November 25, 2016 (UTC)|Saff="Because they're wanting you to make it a certain way doesn't make them more skilled or knowledgeable in the art, if that's what you're saying," she said as she herself sprinkled some salt across her fries and placed a small dose of ketchup beside them. It was then that she tried to both eat politely but not care at the same time. It was a burger, after all, right? The task was difficult, to say the least.
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OOC: Time Skip? (Leaving The Retro?)}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=13:37, November 25, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian=*Dorian leaned back into his chair doing his best not to burp. If, and when he was unable to manage it, at the very least he tried not to blow his burger scented breath in her direction. It was disgusting trick he learned that was none too popular with the opposite sex, and sometimes the people of the same gender were not so thrilled with it either. Deciding to keep a tight lid on his inner child for now he did what he could to mind his manners.* "That was a lot better than I thought it'd be."
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OOC: I guess we start with the end of the meal?}}
{{Saff|time=00:51, November 26, 2016 (UTC)|Saff=Saffron had been blushing slightly, especially as she wiped at her face with a gently folded napkin to rid the crease of her lips of ketchup. "Yeah, it was pretty good," she said as she reached back and fixed her hair some, "Is it actually like this in America?" she asked, not wanting to be offensive or anything, but she was fully aware that restaurants based off another country were often incorrect food-wise. She wasn't sure if that transferred over to the Retro or not.}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=10:18, November 26, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian=*Dorian shrugged patting his belly like a drum, as he bobbled his head.* "For the most part it is. Maybe it's just my preference for a hole-in-the-wall cheap diner type of place. I think genuine American food, in particular burgers, are always greasy. But if asked someone else they might refer to exactly what I'm talking about as juiciness. This wasn't that bad, which doesn't mean it was the best. But, it was still good for that whole themed restaurant thing. Then again, we're talking about burgers, and fries. It's kind of hard to mess that up. Unless you like your meat rare, and it comes to the table well done."}}
{{Saff|time=18:04, November 26, 2016 (UTC)|Saff="Or, the other way around. It's not like I'm an experienced burger eater or something, but I'm assuming you could mess it up more ways than that, based off the fact it does involve cooking. For example, seasoning the meat too much or putting on mustard and not ketchup?" While it wasn't necessarily supposed to be a question, it certainly came out that way, as if she needed him to validate it for her when she didn't. "It's not like either are particularly important though, so I guess it doesn't matter." She smiled.}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=10:39, November 27, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian="Again, that all depends on the cook., both the way the food is prepared, and the person cooking it. Someone might prefer their burger to be burnt to crisp, and I do mean charred. While another person who might even be at the same table could be the type of person who actually likes to taste the blood from their meat. You're on to something with seasonings though. I'm a salt and pepper kind of guy. There are people out there who like to be a little more adventurous in their food choices. Even if they are eating something a common a lump of shaped meat in-between two pieces of bread." *He shrugged finishing off the last of his drink.* "Did you want dessert or anything?"}}
{{Saff|time=18:05, November 27, 2016 (UTC)|Saff=Saffron was slightly disgusted by the idea of a raw burger, but she supposed there were vampires. "I'm good. I think that, if anything, I could just get some free ice cream at home," she said, not afraid to sound a bit cheap for a moment. "Unless you wanted some, which is fine?"}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=13:23, November 28, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian=*Dorian shook his head waving a dismissive hand before calling attention the server like he would have done a moment ago.* "I was about to get the check. Then I thought you might've wanted something else, and I was about to rob of that chance." *He chuckled s little.* "But, if you prefer free ice cream to whatever it is they could've made you here that works too. How very frugal of you."}}
{{Saff|time=18:53, November 28, 2016 (UTC)|Saff=Saffron laughed, mostly at herself in a way, "I'm not even sure I'm interested in ice cream at all, but," she stopped there, before nodding simply towards the check. "What's my part cost?" she asked as she reached for her coin purse.}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=10:29, November 29, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian="That's why I didn't specify, I just said dessert. Pie, cake, cookies..." *He droned on naming different sweets trying to distract her while he paid the bill. He knew she was too clever to fall for that, it didn't stop him though.* "You can leave a nice tip, if you want, but I'm not about to take your money."}}
{{Saff|time=01:12, November 30, 2016 (UTC)|Saff=Saffron wasn't necessarily distracted, although she listened to Dorian without the thought that that's what he was attempting. "I'm at least paying my half," she said, liking the gesture but feeling uncomfortable with it at the same time. "The money isn't going to you as much as it is going to the business, unless this is some undercover employee as customer cliche?"}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=01:53, November 30, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian="You've called my bluff! Was it that obvious? I'm a secret shopper. How did you know?" *He couldn't help but to chuckle, the combination of her persistence, and his stupid remark too amusing to ignore.* "Why won't you let me do this? It's not like I'm going to expect anything from you in return." *He slid the server book across the table to her. As funny as it was to debate he wasn't about to goad her into another disagreement not after they so seamlessly moved past the last one.*}}
{{Saff|time=02:08, November 30, 2016 (UTC)|Saff=Saffron laughed, pushing some strands of hair back behind her ears, "Okay. Right." Then, she laughed a bit again before just nodding and smiling, "Fine, but I'm getting the tip, okay?" she said, giving over a few coins and setting them on the table.}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=07:36, November 30, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian=*Dorian chuckled again slowly standing from the table.* "Great idea, Saff. I'm so glad you had it." *He smirked fully aware he suggested that before she protested, while pretending to give all the credit to her.* "Where to next?" *His brow furrowed slightly.* "... Unless you wanted to head home, in which case I'm happy to take you."}}
{{Saff|time=00:41, December 1, 2016 (UTC)|Saff=Saffron knew Dorian had offered it up first, but decided that he probably still remembered that so it wasn't worth mentioning. While she stood up, flattening her dress as she did so, she just about linked her arm in his before stopping. "I planned on going back to the apartment, unless you really wanted to do something else?" she asked, eyebrows raising, "If not, I'd love for you to take me home." Too much? she thought, nearly immediately after saying it.}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=02:27, December 1, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian=*Dorian raised a brow at the gesture, a little smirk pulling at the corners of her mouth as he led her to the door. He didn't mind the arm thing at all, in his mind though he was pretty sure it was too soon for physical contact, at least for him to be the one to initiate it. He wasn't about to mention that, and he sure wasn't about to push her away either, not intentionally.* "I've heard something about how women like their beauty sleep, so, I don't want to keep you out too late. You did say you weren't interested in ice cream so maybe before I take you home we can find something else you might like a little better?"}}
{{Saff|time=04:03, December 1, 2016 (UTC)|Saff=Saffron hadn't seemed too uncomfortable with physical contact, but she happened to be a relatively physical person. "I'm also desiring a nice pair of slippers, too," she said, laughing as her eyes briefly flickered down to her dark black heels. "Well, we could pick up some relatively cheap pastries from the Hmm Cafe, then we can head back for the Cholmeley Lodge? Otherwise, it would be defeating the purpose of not spending that much money on dessert."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=11:21, December 1, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian="Those heels look so good on you." *He nodded. If she were anyone else he would have gone to a lot of trouble trying to embarrass her. Making all sorts of terrible joked about how she not so subtly invited him over, for what could be misconstrued as a night cap. Unlike the previous moments in their conversation where he would literally be himself, this time, he took what she said at face value.* "That sounds good. Do you want to try to come to an agreement now on what we should get? Maybe you just want to wait and see what they have to offer? Waiting might be better in case they don't have something you want."
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OOC: He was going to say "kitten heels" because I love the way it sounds. But she strikes me as the type to wear a much higher heel.}}
{{Saff|time=03:08, December 2, 2016 (UTC)|Saff=Saffron blushed, before moving to get the door for the two of them. "Thanks," she said, really wishing she could flirt better at the moment but it seemed impossible. She, indeed, wanted him over at her place, but getting him there and inside seemed like a difficult task that she might need to give up on. "And that's exactly why I'm thinking we should wait and see. That sounds best, I feel." She smiled, quite politely.}}
=Saffron's Bedroom=
*Dorian and Saffron (2030)
{{Hecate Grimm|time=04:04, December 4, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian=*Dorian struggled to open his eyes as he yawned, a mild amount of panic began to set in when he looked around the room. He didn't recognize the place by the interior, and all he knew in that moment was that he wasn't at home. He continued to stretch, only to wind up taking in the view. He relaxed again in that moment, sighing contently as he realized who he was with the night before.*}}
{{Saff|time=03:09, December 5, 2016 (UTC)|Saff=Saffron had thankfully slipped a large shirt before, which partially reassured her of her privacy when she was suddenly robbed of her sleep. While she relaxed on her side, her arms clinging to her chest, she was slowly waking up in sight to Dorian. At first, she assumed she was going crazy, raising her hands to her face as she rubbed her eyes, before she smiled and laughed lightly into her hands.}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=01:31, December 8, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian=*Dorian remained in his comfortable state of total undress. He chuckled looking at down at Saffron as she rubbed her eyes. He was due for a dose of the same.* "When'd you manage to put that on." *He tugged at the shirt she was wearing.* "Don't go getting shy on me now, Beautiful. I've seen you au naturel. What have you got left to hide?" *He grinned at an urge he suddenly had to kiss her. It struck shortly before another yawn escaped reminding of the dreaded, but ever so common, 'morning breath'.*}}
{{Saff|time=04:15, December 8, 2016 (UTC)|Saff=Saffron's arms snapped towards her shirt as if to keep Dorian from pulling at it too much, although the grin plastered on her lips seemed to show she hadn't cared. "Sometime last night," she answered, her words a bit mumbled and slurred, yet understandable, before she realized the question might've been rhetorical. "Hey, I'm allowed some decency still." The young woman attempted a more innocent smile before she laughed again, knowing that most likely wasn't going to work any.}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=10:10, December 9, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian=*Dorian raised a brow, The slow blink, and carefully timed smirk showing just how little he believed her. He wasn't bothered by the fact that she seemed to be a bit body conscious when there was clearly no need to be. He actually found what he took for conservativeness as attractive.* "You think I'd remember something like that. Or that I would've at least done the same." *He chuckled quietly, and raised his hands innocently.* "I wasn't saying that you aren't or can' be decent. We broke down a couple of walls last night, metaphorically speaking. I was only ... suggesting ... that you don't have to be so 'buttoned up' when you're with me."}}
=Saffron's Apartment=
*Dorian and Bradley (+Saffron) (2031)
{{Bradley|Brad= Saffron had requested he stop by, since the twins were coming over too, to plan for their parents thirtieth wedding anniversary this coming holiday season. He opened the door to the apartment. "Saffron?" he called. "I'm here!"|time=01:27, November 4, 2016 (UTC)}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=10:09, December 10, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian=*Dorian had his feet propped up on the table as he read from the paper. He flipped down the top section to stare up at the sound of yet another guest, his brow furrowed slightly. He couldn't have lied about being startled to see another man at Saffron's place if he tried. The wide-eyed look, and tenseness of his posture were the clearest of signs.* "Hello?"}}
{{Bradley|Brad= His eyes narrowed. "And who are you?"|time=01:01, December 11, 2016 (UTC)}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=10:48, December 11, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian=I could ask the same of you, since you did it first I'll oblige." *He got up extending a hand in Bradley's direction.* "Dorian Webb. And you are?"}}
{{Bradley|Brad= He gripped the other man's hand in a firm handshake, perhaps a bit firmer than it needed to be. "Bradley Carter. Saffron's brother."|time=18:27, December 11, 2016 (UTC)}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=01:42, December 12, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian=*Dorian let out a small chuckle, a smirk tugging at one side of his lips as he nodded.* "Okay.... Well, in that case it's nice to meet you, Bradley."}}
{{Bradley|Brad= "And who are you, Dorian Webb?"|time=02:30, December 12, 2016 (UTC)}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=10:20, December 12, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian="Isn't that a bit obvious? I'm a friend of your sister."}}
{{Saff|time=16:08, December 12, 2016 (UTC)|Saff=Saffron was finishing with buttoning up her blouse, just as she exited to the sight in front of her. "Hey, Bradley," she said, as sweet as always before giving him a small hug. "Sorry that I forgot, again."}} {{Bradley|Brad= He quirked an eyebrow as he returned the hug. "Who's this?" he asked his sister, gesturing to Dorian.|time=18:22, December 12, 2016 (UTC)}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=03:43, December 13, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian=*Dorian chuckled faintly. He'd just given his name, and relation to Saffron. Either Bradley was hard of hearing or ... Instead of interrupting he looked to Saffron to see if she would elaborate.*}}
{{Saff|time=03:54, December 13, 2016 (UTC)|Saff="Oh, that's Dorian, my friend," she said, despite really not knowing how to describe their relationship. Or, maybe that was it?}}
{{Bradley|Brad= "An overnight friend?"|time=04:13, December 13, 2016 (UTC)}}
{{Saff|time=15:39, December 13, 2016 (UTC)|Saff="Why does every guy need to be an 'overnight friend'?" she asked, making air quotes before she crossed her arms over her chest, "Besides, it's none of your business, isn't it?"}}
{{Bradley|Brad= "Well if he's going to make continued appearances over summer when I'm here too, I'd think maybe it is to some small degree."|time=18:02, December 13, 2016 (UTC)}}
{{Saff|time=00:41, December 14, 2016 (UTC)|Saff=Saffron frowned, almost pouting as she looked up at her older brother and stayed silent for a moment before continuing, "Bradley, you're not allowed to be a jerk to this one, okay?" she said, her voice getting a bit quiet as if she didn't want Dorian to hear her.}}
{{Bradley|Brad= His eyebrows raised slightly looking at his sister and back to Dorian. "How long has he been around?"|time=00:43, December 14, 2016 (UTC)}}
{{Saff|time=01:37, December 14, 2016 (UTC)|Saff="Umm, we met, like, January-ish of last year...but we started going on dates in July?" she said, shrugging, briefly glancing at Dorian and smiling somewhat, before looking back at Bradley.}} {{Bradley|Brad= "So... almost eight months?" he asked, flicking his gaze back to Dorian to confirm.|time=01:43, December 14, 2016 (UTC)}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=13:09, December 14, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian=*Dorian's gaze shifted to Saffron just as Dorian was looking at him.* "Closer to a year than that, I'd say. But... who's counting?" *He looked back at Bradley with a raised brow, and a small grin.*}}
{{Saff|time=15:18, December 14, 2016 (UTC)|Saff=Saffron shrugged, really hoping Bradley would just leave it at that, but she doubted he would.}} {{Bradley|Brad= He was clearly considering saying more, but didn't. He merely nodded. "Alright then."|time=18:49, December 14, 2016 (UTC)}}
=London Restaurant=
*Dorian and Saffron (2031)
{{Hecate Grimm|time=06:19, December 18, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian=*Dorian hadn't meant to let so much silence hang over them as he sat across from Saffron. He didn't know what to say. The last time this sort of thing happened he wasn't informed, and now here he was again in a similar situation with someone that he actually cared about. Being face to face with her he was much more understanding of why she would think he might not have reacted positively.*}}
{{Saff|time=06:53, December 18, 2016 (UTC)|Saff=Saffron's confidence was mostly drained, just as she was simply tapping at the glass intended for wine which was instead filled with water. It hadn't occurred to her that speaking might be better than remaining silent, but she barely could look up at Dorian. She felt judged whenever she did. Perhaps it was a sense of her past creeping back to her, messing up and being punished over and over. This wasn't like that though, that much she needed to remember.}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=07:00, December 18, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian="Saffron, I... I don't know what to say." *He shrugged leaning back to the chair his brow furrowing. The discomfort was practically radiating from him.* "I want you to know that this doesn't change anything. Not for me. I... haven't lost interest in you, not in the slightest. I guess I can understand if you might feel the need to be distant from me, but, that's not what I want. Although what I want is so much less important now. Just... know that I'm here for you whenever you need me to be."}}
{{Saff|time=07:24, December 18, 2016 (UTC)|Saff=Saffron's eyes were welling up with tears, just as she tilted her gaze away and blocked her eyes from his view. "I...I haven't lost interest in you either, Dorian," she said as she wiped any possible tears away before they could start forming. The Hufflepuff paused for a long moment, staring away from him for a long time, although quickly carrying on as best she could with what she wanted to say. "I...I don't want to do this alone though. It's important that I know if I can trust you or not to possibly parent this baby if I am not to...abort this pregnancy altogether," she paused, looking up again, "So?"}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=07:35, December 18, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian=*Dorian's heart nearly broke watching her. He could feel himself becoming emotional, and the little demon that usually made him react negatively was sickened by those feeling what his id took for weakness.* "You can trust me, Saffron. I promise that you can." *It didn't feel true considering they ended up in this situation completely unprepared for it in the first place. Nonetheless he was sincere, and he could only hope that it showed.* "I'm willing, and I'm able. If it's what you want I will be there for you every step of the way. I'm not going to turn my back on you, I'm not going to walk away unless you want me to. Even then I'm not going far."}}
{{Saff|time=08:06, December 18, 2016 (UTC)|Saff=Saffron just stared at Dorian for a moment, before she nodded and sighed, looking down at the glass of water that sat in front of her. "I'll...consider it, then, that I'll carry on with it," she said, feeling tears well up again as she looked away, "I...I do trust you though, no matter what I do, I promise."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=10:51, December 18, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian=*Dorian smiled a weak half smile. It was hard when the person who was meant to benefit from it was so close to tears.* "I hope you're not saying that just because I said I would be there. I meant it, and I will. But, if... if a baby isn't something you want right now, or ever. You shouldn't be forced into motherhood before you're ready."}}
{{Saff|time=04:19, December 19, 2016 (UTC)|Saff="Exactly why I'm just thinking about it," she said, smiling barely before it quickly faded, "I've always wanted children, but with a husband. I'm fine with, perhaps, that I'll have a child out of wedlock. It's just not something I expected," she said, "Nor is it something that I'm sure I'm prepared for. Maybe I'm not thinking for myself though...like my parents are going to scream their heads off at me when they find out...it's going to be such a mess."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=10:37, December 19, 2016 (UTC)|Dorian=*Dorian purposely neglected the mention of parental units.* "Don't settle, not right now. That's all I'm saying." *He nodded.* "I don't want to steer you towards a decision you aren't comfortable with. I just think if you aren't ready, and this isn't how you expected it to be... maybe, and I do mean maybe, this isn't the right time. You know you can get pregnant now, so, if later on down the line, when you are ready there shouldn't be any surprises." *He didn't care for any of what he said, it didn't sound right to him. He was only hoping at least some of it comforted her in some sort of way.*}}
{{Saff|time=20:50, December 20, 2016 (UTC)|Saff=Saffron nodded, but struggled with genuinely listening to him. "I'm not...going to settle," she said, quietly and a bit weakly. "I, um, just need you to go to the next appointment with me at St. Mungo's. It should be in a few weeks, when I'm at about twelve weeks. That's...all, really. I'm hoping to decide by then, but I think I have until twenty weeks."}}
=Padrino's=
*Dorian and ? (2031)
{{Hecate Grimm|time=10:59, January 1, 2017 (UTC)|Dorian=*Dorian sat a small table with two glasses of water one in front of him one in front of the empty seat at the other side of the table. It would have been a lot easier for him to arrive with Saffron in that same thought he convinced himself she didn't want to be suffocated by his presence. They had already become working colleagues he doubted she wanted to him encroach on her life any more than he already had.*}}
{{Saff|time=21:20, January 1, 2017 (UTC)|Saff=Saffron was quite sure that certain parts of pizza, she was not allowed to eat, or that had possibly been on another one of those dramatic Muggle websites that tell you to be aware of everything there is. So, she was unsure as to if Padrino's would be a good option for her at the moment, but she happened to just play it off. It's not like it really mattered anyways. Upon entrance and getting help from one of the waiters, she approached Dorian's table and slipped into the spot across from him. "Hey," she said, smiling. "Sorry, I think I might be a bit late, but I got a bit lost."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=03:56, January 2, 2017 (UTC)|Dorian=*Dorian looked down silently chuckling to himself. A mixture of guilt, and small amount of amusement not managing to crease his face with a clearly positive or negative expression as he looked back at her once again.* "Sorry about that. I probably should have waited outside for you... a familiar face out-front might've made the place a lot easier for you to find." *He gestured to the water.* "I ordered you some water. I'm not entirely sure if you would've liked something else. Or if you can even stomach it. The more I think about it this restaurant isn't really the best place to be. I just assumed that some place fairly close would be a good call. I didn't think much about food when I picked it. To be honest with you I haven't got much of an appetite." *He paused.* "What about you? How are you feeling?"}}
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*Dorian and ? (2031)
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