It's Mutual

[Richard Stock]

"Richard....!" Violet would call up suddenly, causing an abrupt pivot by the young Englishman. He looked at her and what he was suggesting and found... no correlation to his previous question. At least, not without stretching the context to its limits. She seemed off in her fantasy world again (yes, he was finally starting to recognize the pattern) and he'd stay silent as she closed her eyes.

She was amusing.

...And then she started kissing the air around her and he grew concerned.

Maybe the tea had too much caffeine in it this time.

"Careful now, Violet,
"Don't want to give ideas
"To the on lookers," he'd tease a bit, leaning in deliberately. If/When she opened her eyes, she wouldn't see a flirtacious, romanticizing face but rather a... deadpan, 'What are you doing,' 'Goddammit Violet,' blank look on Richard's face eye lids lowered at her.

He took the overall reply as a... "no," and honestly, that was alright. He'd talk around, see if there was any clubs or not or see if he couldn't find someone who wasn't frightened to death by a 259er and actually offer him business.

---The bell rang.

"Oh dear. Already?"

[Violet Lockheart]

EVEN WITH THESE CHAINS

you can't stop me

Vi's eyes would open immediately and a flushed look in her face quickyl driven out by her own mirroring deadpan look in response. "You're really lewd aren't you?" She'd ask without really wanting to hear what he had to say and quickly saved by the bell ringing.

"Never mind, don't answer that... class? I'm off!" Vi would bounce from the seat moving out onto the floor and patting down her front so that she wasn't to be accused of being a messy eater despite no doubt that she was before giving Richard the up and down look. "But for serious, if you do end up needing anything here's my number." Vi would reach out for a napkin on the table and a pen from her pocket quickly doodling down her digits before motioning back. "Anyway later." A grin, a wave, and she'd turn about on a hell making her way out. Violet had an uncanny ability to bounce as she walked, looking like she tread without a care in the world.

Richard Stock

[Richard Stock]

"You're really lewd aren't you?"

...

"...No, I'm Richard Stock." he wouldn't say, deadpan.

Violet as well seemed to dismiss any future comeback he might have for that and he nodded---it was time to go. He stood up and got himself all squared away when she'd offer him a napkin with her number on it. Graciously, he took it, his thoughts already onto his next class, brushing himself off when Violet excused herself first.

"Yes, good day, then, Vi."

And so they'd make their way off to their classes.

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OOC: Thread end.