Come, sit back, and grab a cup of tea.

"Unstoppable?  My dear, I’m but a humble writer.  You’ve already got me carrying your bags and interested in what you have to say.  Is there more you need?”  Still, he had a smirk that seemed to accept her challenge.  Speaking of challenge, he was just going to grab a cart to make it easier on himself.

((That was kiiiinda ooc. If you wanted IC, replace “butt” with “arse”))

…you wouldn’ be the first, probably not the last. Just behave yourself, won’ you? I’m also far stronger than you; I could still just take the thing.

You just want to see me shirtless, I’m sure. Wouldn’ be the first with that, either. [but there’s finally the ghost of a smile on his lips; he’s a vain peacock.] I didn’ say my habits was it, it’s the principle of the thing. A conquering army couldn’t keep my lands under its thumb, but a single human able to strong arm me into doing as they thought best; that would be a feat to be proud of, if only you were able to manage it. You’d have better luck moving the Rockies, I do declare.

-Aaron manages to get a real pout from Earl with a bit of a glare throw in- And you wouldn't be the for nor the last who'll do that to me.  The world belongs to the strong.

 -Earl noticeably raises and lowers his eyebrows with a smirk before taking another drink-  It would be a benefit to the public.  It's a shame to hide that away.  -Nothing wrong with a little eye candy for anyone-  I can't strong arm anyone, you know that.  What I'm doing it merely providing another option for you that has certain benefits you haven't considered before.  It's still your choice whether to rest or not, I can't do anything about that.  And if you give me enough time, perhaps an eternity I'll never have, I can move any mountain.  The winds and seas have been doing that for billions of years.

46. (Possibly NSFW!) Asking them to spend the night

Earl took a sip from his own steaming cup he just made himself, leaning against the wall.

Taking a small sip, he had to admit, this guy did make some good tea. The liquid slightly burned his throat a warm feeling spreading. 

"I can see that. Wonder if you’re working on a book or something right now. Plenty to see. Even with immortality."

"World affairs. Economies and the relations with my country to others. Though I may not be the hottest spot on the map, there’s still matters to be dealt with."

With a hum, Earl lowered his cup.  "You can say that.  And yes, immortality is still not enough time and perhaps it's worse off then mortality itself.  But that's just my thoughts."

He lost track of the minutes that passed as his mind shifted into writing mode.  He didn’t even pick up his head when Janie sat down again, shifting the table underneath his hands.  ”Hm?”  He ripped his eyes away from the glowing screen to look at her.  It took him a moment to recall what she just said and process it.  He arched an eyebrow at her but quickly realized she seemed nervous.

With practiced movements used to eavesdrop on people, he turned his head very slightly to the right, shifting his eyes over to scan the cafe.  Nothing really caught his eye, nothing out of place.  There were some people he didn’t recognize, but that was understandable for a big city.

-Very wise of Aaron.  Earl still is dealing with this in his own way and insults might or might not work-

You have to earn my respect.  You don’t automatically get a free pass just because you’re a nation.  -Not that he already hasn’t but that’s another thing-  Oh I’m sure you’ll certainly try.  Doesn’t mean I won’t go down without a fight.  Perhaps I should pick up something to even the playing field.

Keep your shirt on then.  It would be quite a shame for all of us but take yourself into consideration first.  -There’s an answer for everything as far as Earl is concerned-  Point of pride?  If there was one place to put my pride, what you do with your free time is not what I would choose. -He taps the top of his glass while he things for a moment-  Perhaps because you’re not as concerned.

Careful; I could just stop givin’ you free food. [That worked pretty well when trying to get the other to sleep, let’s see if it’ll work again] Hmm? You could try, I ‘pose, but who’s to say I won’ just take it?

I’m sure ya’ll wouldn’ be missin’ too much, unless you have a particular liking for scars and tattoos. [he shakes his head though, waving a hand dismissively] Not that, I meant point of pride because you’re trying to get me to do a thing. [like how he’s still refusing out of spite] You want the pride of successfully makin’ me do something. Besides, why would I be concerned?

You do that and I'll be left to either beg on the streets or starve from malnutrition.  My death will be on your hands.  How would you like that?  -That's actually a really childish response-  No need.  I'll give it to you.  Just hope have good reflexes.

Scars and tattoos tell a story.  I like stories.  I'll let you put the rest of the pieces together.  -Not to mention Aaron probably looks good shirtless but that's another point entirely-  Just like you're trying to get me to do another thing.  Like going to bed.  Oh no...  Seems like we both have issues with the original deadly sin.  -He laughs-  I told you before, your habits is not where I put my pride.  My sin is a bit better placed that that.  Hmm...  To be honest I don't know.  I don't know you.

Hm? Offense? No. You just don’t know a real high. Could be hitting much better things than ‘life’. Is the point of a high— to avoid life. *He gives a bit of a smirk, though it isn’t his usual devious one.*

A “real” high?  I’ve done those before and honestly they don’t work for me.  Alcohol is better.  And really, it was a small joke, mate.  I’m sure you’ve seen those healthy types who aren’t fucked up in some way.  They keep talking ‘bout that sort of thing.  -Earl arches an eyebrow at that smirk, suspicious-

Yeah. A real high. *He twists the cigarette between his lips, then takes it between his fingers to flick off the ashes.* Booze is good too. *Helps that it’s legal. While he’s not as observant as Dimah, he does notice the quirked brow.* What?

Heh.  You can have that, if you wish.  I just need to visit oblivion once in a while.  -Earl keeps Ganya's gaze for a moment. observing, before looking away and getting his own pack of cigarettes out.  Damn him, Earl needs a fag now-  It's nothing.

Of course I do.  You think I could do anything else legally?  You could snap me in half and there would be nothing I could do but try to talk you out of it or call for help.  Though I don't lie so it's technically not "shit."  It's easier to manipulate the truth.  -With a quick flash of his lighter, he takes a deep drag from his cigarette and breaths out almost in relief-

"Unstoppable?  My dear, I'm but a humble writer.  You've already got me carrying your bags and interested in what you have to say.  Is there more you need?"  Still, he had a smirk that seemed to accept her challenge.  Speaking of challenge, he was just going to grab a cart to make it easier on himself.