11-17-2013, 05:39 PM
Now who was reading minds?
Claire quirked a surprised brow that Tony had anticipated her conclusion about Dr. Oborev. If fortune-telling was mundane for him, what kind of life must he lead? He was Russian. So probably dangerous and full of intrigue, spies, and mystery. How exciting! Then again, Claire had had enough excitement for her twenties. She wouldn't mind a bit of stability. Craziness she could handle, but not when it was spiraling out of her control.
She sniffed a snicker at his faith in her. A good ninety-five percent of everything pulled into her pocket was a pile of crap. In a strange way, what they did gave people peace and who could put a price on that? But on the other hand, it was just downright toying with people's lives and Claire loved it. Shouldn't that make her a terrible person?
She started to go, but surprisingly, Tony had a few last things to say. Things that made her face crunch up with confusion and none so much as catching a brief glimpse of darkness sweep across his otherwise jovial aura. A quick glance told her nothing was amiss, so why the stammer? Slowly, her concerned confusion turned to coy amusement, and so also did her smirk twist around to an actual, warm smile. The light in his eyes. The extra little bounce in his steps. Haha! She'd not surprised if he tossed that long blonde hair and winked next. Add on the thick russian accent, and Claire wanted to squeeze him like a puppy. So adorable!
She crossed her arms, the blue leather creaking in the creases of her elbows, and loosely hung back on one foot to give him a nice long look over. But it was all a ruse. She was quite pleased with the turn of events. Who knew Russian boys were so shy!
"The big brother thing is a good angle and all, but if you want my number I'd give it to you just because you asked."
She tilted her head with bird-like curiosity. "So... are you asking?"
Claire quirked a surprised brow that Tony had anticipated her conclusion about Dr. Oborev. If fortune-telling was mundane for him, what kind of life must he lead? He was Russian. So probably dangerous and full of intrigue, spies, and mystery. How exciting! Then again, Claire had had enough excitement for her twenties. She wouldn't mind a bit of stability. Craziness she could handle, but not when it was spiraling out of her control.
She sniffed a snicker at his faith in her. A good ninety-five percent of everything pulled into her pocket was a pile of crap. In a strange way, what they did gave people peace and who could put a price on that? But on the other hand, it was just downright toying with people's lives and Claire loved it. Shouldn't that make her a terrible person?
She started to go, but surprisingly, Tony had a few last things to say. Things that made her face crunch up with confusion and none so much as catching a brief glimpse of darkness sweep across his otherwise jovial aura. A quick glance told her nothing was amiss, so why the stammer? Slowly, her concerned confusion turned to coy amusement, and so also did her smirk twist around to an actual, warm smile. The light in his eyes. The extra little bounce in his steps. Haha! She'd not surprised if he tossed that long blonde hair and winked next. Add on the thick russian accent, and Claire wanted to squeeze him like a puppy. So adorable!
She crossed her arms, the blue leather creaking in the creases of her elbows, and loosely hung back on one foot to give him a nice long look over. But it was all a ruse. She was quite pleased with the turn of events. Who knew Russian boys were so shy!
"The big brother thing is a good angle and all, but if you want my number I'd give it to you just because you asked."
She tilted her head with bird-like curiosity. "So... are you asking?"