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[mortemscintilla]

Tell them you liked their fabrics better than the sex. [ he replies, mouth curling into a definite smile now. Part of him is already sketching a route back to the store, so he can pick up his knapsack, quick and unnoticed. He has a full bento of goodies in there and he doesn't plan to waste it. Already he can feel his stomach churning, presaging a mangled growl of Feed Me Seymour. The quickie hasn't caused it, but it's certainly made it worse. ]

[ At her question, he shrugs. ] You've given me worse. [ At least she doesn't turn as dangerous as Amber in her throes. That woman had clawed like she was marking territory. ]

[anatural]

[She makes a face at him. Not cute. But she's smiling.]

I'll see you later? [Take it as an open invitation for later tonight, or just a general goodbye.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ A nod, and Hei's already half-turning away. ] You'll see me. [ The little encounter in the closet already feels like an appetizer, a promise before the more satisfying main course. The sunlight spills golden confetti on the pavement from between the trees as he ducks back into the Cafe. At the window, he takes a moment to absorb the familiar treat of her -- at a distance, unaware. A month ago, he'd never have enjoyed the sight; he'd have gone straight back to work. ]

[ The realization sends a sharp blob of unease scuttling down his spine. ]

Li, where's the tray of angel cakes. [ The manager appears at his elbow, clapping his hands. ] C'mon, set them out.

Um. [ Wide-eyed, Hei tears his gaze away from the window. The physical colloquy in the closet already seems like hours ago. ] I haven't made them yet.

You -- Jesus, Li! Get started! We should've had two batches ready by now!!!

[ And blah blah blah. Back to work it is. ]