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Arsene Lupin III ([personal profile] redjacketthief) wrote2000-11-14 02:55 pm
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Appointments

This is the mailbox of your's truely, Arsene Lupin III. I take it that you've come here because you want to talk to me or make some kind of plan. Whatever it is, I'l gladly listen, but I need your name, date, time, and the best way to get back to you. Sorry I missed you, and I'll get back to you soon, okay?


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fleurdesel: right, tired, sad (You are not seeing me smile)

[Action] April 25th

[personal profile] fleurdesel 2012-04-27 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
[This deserves a toast all it's own. Adele turns and settles back on the roof, pulling out the bottle of Brandy Zenigata had found for her. Without even knowing. She raps her nails on the ornate glass, thoughtful. One small glass, and then, perhaps, down.]

And sometimes fun is all you need.
fleurdesel: left, smile, smirk, (Sunlit and sincere)

[Action] April 25th

[personal profile] fleurdesel 2012-04-27 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
Clavados Couperne. A type of apple brandy made in Normandy. This. [She taps the label.] Is my father's favorite brand. He'd seal every deal and partnership with a glass. A small glass, but, a glass none the less.

[Her smile is soft. Private. And terribly warm. She breaks the seal and pours herself a small glass, then nods to Lupin's.]
fleurdesel: left, smile, smirk, flirty (Think but don't talk)

[Action] April 25th

[personal profile] fleurdesel 2012-04-27 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
[She pours him an equal measure, caps the bottle, and returns it to her bag. Lifting her glass she taps it against Lupin's with a half smile.]

It does. Unless you take issue with that. In which case-

Give me back the brandy and find your own way down. [She huffs a laugh.]
fleurdesel: right, tired, sad (And here's me. Again.)

[Action] April 25th

[personal profile] fleurdesel 2012-04-27 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
I'd only be taking a page from your book, Red.

[She grins and sips her own, lost for a moment in a sea of nostalgia. The smell of it- the crisp cut of apple over her palate brings to mind the dusky notes of her father's cologne, the warmth of his laugh, the wry twist to his smile. Gabriel LeBlanc had been a simple man, under it all, but a good one.

She misses him dearly.

if Lupin's any kind of considerate he'll ignore the fact she's teared up, just a little.]
fleurdesel: left, smile, smirk (Ignore my smugness)

[Action] April 25th

[personal profile] fleurdesel 2012-04-27 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
There's not that much to my book. Not really.

[She wipes at her own eyes and enjoys the last small mouthful of her brandy. She hadn't poured much, because the bottle was the only one she's seen. And she doesn't want to go through it quickly. Who knows when she'll find it again?

As it was, the hour was late and Helios might begin to worry if he finds her still gone. She packs up her tumble and waits for Lupin to finish as well.]
fleurdesel: left, smile, smirk, (Sunlit and sincere)

[Action] April 25th

[personal profile] fleurdesel 2012-04-27 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
Some, but not all.

[Never everything. Her own work, such as it was, didn't encompass the entirety of the end result. She might set a bone, but the body finished healing. She might take this shot, but the gun and bullet knock the can aside. In truth, she doesn't mind it so much, not anymore. There's less pressure on her this way.

The glass is accepted, set into the bag, and she stands. Takes a deep breath of the evening breeze, and looks over with a soft, sincere smile.]


I do. Thank you Arsène.
fleurdesel: left, smile, smirk (There's room over here for you)

[Action] April 25th

[personal profile] fleurdesel 2012-04-27 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
I am more than happy to offer the same to you, cher.

[SHe trusted him, and has for some time. She likes him, and has for a long while. For a very brief period of time she'd loved him; and but now it is something safer. Distant. Warm. Platonic. As close to her and trusted as Remy ever was in her world.

And it had only taken a handful of experiments, experiences, and months. Remy would either be terribly flattered or offended. Probably the latter.]


I think it is time to put our feet back on the ground, yes? Lest we get lost in the clouds.
fleurdesel: right, tired, sad (You came!)

[Action] April 25th

[personal profile] fleurdesel 2012-04-27 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
[That pulls a laugh from her, high, bright, and lovely. It's a moment before she's trailed down to soft chuckles, a slow, fond shake of her head her only real reply. Back down the side of the roof, back down the rope ladder. Once they're safely on the ground she flips it in place with a tug and steps away, shouldering the bag.]

Thank you again, Lupin. Truly.
fleurdesel: right, hug (I'm still not ready)

[Action] April 25th

[personal profile] fleurdesel 2012-04-27 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
[With his sling it would be strange, but. She does so anyway. Adele sets her bag and the rope ladder aside, steps close, and pulls him into a hug- mindful of his shoulder it's not that tight.]

fleurdesel: left, smile, smirk, flirty, serious, sarcastic (I see your mouth moving...)

[Action] April 25th

[personal profile] fleurdesel 2012-04-27 04:42 am (UTC)(link)
It did at that.

[It was comforting on several levels to have this with someone. All the more so to have it with Lupin, someone that understood- Ben knew things about her, cares for her, yes, but doesn't understand as well as Lupin. Not the crime, the game, the life.

Once she's settled, once the pieces that needed fixing were fixed, she pulls back to lean up on her toes and brush her lips against his cheek. Chaste. Platonic. And she steps away before anything more could come of it.

Adele had given her word. And her word is what she'll keep.]


Goodnight Lupin. Rest well, and take your medication.