[It's quick enough that Saxsice doesn't really hear or otherwise sense him -- which is strange, for her, she's usually much more attuned to things like this. She turns, gasping and wheezing a little, stubbing out the cheap cigarette she'd been smoking.]
Oh -- fuck, hi. Uh, gesundheit. Whatever -- [She waves a vague hand at Alex, huffing out a laugh.] That sound, uh. Was.
I should teach you some French so you know when I'm being extra romantic.
[His grin doesn't fade as he comes over and plops himself down at her side, stretching his long limbs out on the rooftop like a cat soaking up sun, in spite of the dark sky. There he tilts his head back and looks up at her with a fondness that never really fades when he's in her presence.]
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Oh -- fuck, hi. Uh, gesundheit. Whatever -- [She waves a vague hand at Alex, huffing out a laugh.] That sound, uh. Was.
if it's okay a million years later
[His grin doesn't fade as he comes over and plops himself down at her side, stretching his long limbs out on the rooftop like a cat soaking up sun, in spite of the dark sky. There he tilts his head back and looks up at her with a fondness that never really fades when he's in her presence.]
How's the bar treating you tonight?