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          "ah, i see!" her explanation seemed to have sparked a memory; hadn't he read somewhere about her narcolepsy? it had to be in their messages, but perhaps it was best to not assume to save him some embarrassment. he already probably looked a little silly playing with his napkin, though it didn't seem to bother his date.

She most certainly wasn't going to admit she was also keeping an eye on see if he would make another little creature - even if it were strange to keep doing in a restaurant. As long as they remained well behaved otherwise it was fine, right?

"Mmm.. like your body feels too relaxed doing something like that.. you enjoy.. and well...it just isn't for me at the end of the day." A small sigh of defeat escapes her after saying that. Although her expression seems to brighten at the mention of dancing.

After an off handed comment from someone ages ago, Viktoria did tend to play down the fact she was a semi-famous figure skater in her home country... it seemed like she was bragging.. just like that person said. So she hadn't exactly mentioned that yet. Was now a good time?

‘ how about i take you home? ’

‘ who do you fight for? ’

‘ you can relax. we’re safe here.’ 

‘ are you threatening me? ’

‘ i told you to leave me out of this. ’

‘ i guess it runs in the family, huh? ’

‘ you’re leaving already? ’

‘ that sounds dangerous. i’m in!’ 

‘ what do you wish for? ’

‘ you look like you just saw a ghost.’ 

‘ don’t look at me like that. ’

‘ we can just sit here. we don’t have to talk.’ 

‘ you can’t get rid of me that easy. ’

‘ do you want something for the pain? ’

‘ can i have some cash? ’

‘ i know you’re dangerous, but i also know you won’t hurt me.’ 

‘ that’s quite a scratch you’ve got there.’ 

‘ when was the last time you slept? ’

‘ i know who you are. i know what you’ve done. ’

‘ you’re being followed. pretend you know me.’ 

‘ you never should’ve left. ’

‘ i think i’m getting sick. ’

‘ snap out of it! ’

‘ yes i killed them, but i did it for you.’ 

‘ don’t treat me like a child. ’

‘ how does it feel to be in love? ’

‘ surprised to run into you here. ’

‘ how many people have you killed? ’

‘ i didn’t want to come, but i need your help. ’

"I mean... s'not really a big deal. S'jus coffee, ma cherie. Free coffee, too." In his mind, anyway. He'd happened to see the oh so very tired and cranky man across the street, and all but swarmed him in the blink of an eye (perhaps literally), dragging the poor thing away to grab a drink on the way to wherever it was the other man was headed. Loux thought himself friendly, even kind in his attempt to pay for two cups of coffee and steal away the other's attention for a bit; For all his efforts in blending in with people, picking their brains to find what they liked best, he wasn't always so skilled at...ah, reading the room.

Charm only carried him so far, when someone was endeared by it. Still, that had never once stopped him, and it didn't seem like to stop him then. Ever willing to race after faces he remembered, liked, enjoyed his time with however brief.

He kept his chin buried in the seat of his palm, peeking out at the world around them as they sat, keeping a stormy eye on anything that might come to interrupt...whatever the reason. Loux did have quite the knack for getting himself into trouble, getting out of it, and taking it right with him. Hopefully, the other wouldn't find himself stuck into any of it himself. What's a bit of coffee between friends? Surely twenty minutes won't at all go awry...

"Where do I even begin..."

The world had spun around a little too fast for him in the past ten minutes, and he really was wondering how he went from walking to the bus stop to sitting in the nearest café and sharing some coffee with.. the guy he vaguely remembered as asking way too many questions.

At least the timing hadn't been too terrible in the grand scheme of things - if Loux had found him an hour earlier he would have been furious right now but thankfully that wasn't the case. He did have the time to bum around in a coffee shop; it's just that he wasn't expecting it. At all.

Using both hands to hold the coffee in front of him, he takes a moment to mentally reorientate himself before then just shaking his head. He couldn't find where to actually begin complaining.