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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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Classical ballet, Lupin, that is what I was trained in and what I've been teaching you. I also know the typical ballroom dances- the only reason I had anything that I could perform was Remy and I were inordinately obsessed with Michael Jackson in the eighties. To the extent that I learned how to moonwalk en pointe.

[Adele laughs at herself more than a little, and shakes her head.]

Yes, yes, be smug. The first time I danced on stage in the better part of twenty years, all because you are, occasionally, an ass.

[He laughs again at the thought of her moonwalking en point. He had been more than a little obsessed himself, but hadn't the same degree of skill to perform that feat--and his obsession had been more with Freddie Mercury and Queen.]

It shows. The spotlight really does suit you better than most of the kids here, and its for more than just your skill.

Can we expect a repeat performance in the future?

LeBlancs were made to perform. It's in my blood. It wasn't how my life went, yes, but I was trained for it.

[Smug, far too smug, and she can't have that. Adele reaches across and hooks her fingers around his nose, giving it a tug.]

Only if you are onstage with me.

[He reaches over and curls a loose strand of her long blonde hair around a finger in return for the affectionate squeeze with a grin that was a little too sly.]

Oh, I do plan on being on stage with you. We have things we need to accomplish.

Nothing too involved- it would detract from time I'd spend with Rick.

[Wait, did Lupin even know about Rick?

...

Oh dear.]

[He didn't.

...

again with the secrets!

He had a quip in mind, but it vanished immediately--instead he has to take a deep, calming breath.]

Who's Rick?

...Sergeant Rick Doyle? He's an...a. We're...

...

You were dead at the time, I cannot be blamed.

[A stranger. A complete stranger.]

Adele. I know nothing about that week. You and everyone else can be blamed for that.

It wasn't just that week- We've been associates- friends. We've been friends for months. That just...changed recently. During the cleanup for the storm.

...You tell me to tell you things, yet you don't do as you preach.

How come no one else knows him?

I haven't told anyone- mostly because I haven't been in a position to say anything. I haven't done this in years Lupin. I didn't want to say anything until I was sure it would...stick.

Even Luke invited Ami around before they were together, Adele. That really isn't an excuse here.

I'm not obligated to keep you informed of every minute detail in my speculative or actual lovelife. Rick keeps to himself- he's still sorting himself out after whatever happened in his world on top of the shifts. He spends time in the woods and I never thought to ask him over- but I did invite him to the beach party. He was there for a short while, before the bonfire. You may have seen us sitting together.

I was too busy trying to keep everyone from treating me differently, Adele. And I wasn't there much before the bonfire in the first place.

Look. I'm not asking you to keep me informed on every detail, but someone like that? Don't keep that person a stranger. It's not very cool for your friends, especially if that person becomes important to you.

I know Ben spoke to him while we were on the mission in the valley...Luke only knows I am romantically involved with him because he misinterpreted something I said so far as to assume that Ben and I were dating. No one else knows. I just...wanted to be sure.

[She smiles softly to herself, and lifts a shoulder.]

You might like him. He's very sarcastic, and quite charming for an American. He's also very sweet to me.

Thaaaat's going to take a while, Adele.

[Because of the secrecy. Three of her closest friends were kept completely out of the loop--who else didn't know? Helios? Sabriel? Who?

He didn't like being uninformed. At all.]

...Just be warned. If he hurts you? He'll pay.

Edited 2012-08-04 02:46 (UTC)

Don't treat him poorly because I didn't introduce you to him.

[She snorts a soft sigh.]

I'm a grown woman Lupin. If Rick does anything to hurt me I'll be the first to react. But I honestly don't think I have to worry about it. We've only been seeing each other like this for a few weeks now but...I'm feeling optimistic about it.

I won't treat him poorly, but don't expect me to be friendly either. I just told you--my friends are my everything.

[He wanted a cigarette. Badly.]

Feel optimistic all you want. If it works? It might be good. But you're one of my partners now, so I figure I should tell you...

I've destroyed assassin guilds because they hurt Pops, and killed a few others because they tortured my friends. If anything turns you into the wreck you were back in June, I will make the cause pay dearly for it.

Edited 2012-08-04 02:55 (UTC)

I've been through the ending of a rough relationship once before Lupin. No matter what Rick does- nothing he can do will make me like that. It was a one time fuck up. I said it won't happen again, and it won't, and even if it did it wouldn't be from anything that he'd do.

[She sighs and sags back into her chair, blinking at the ceiling.]

...I do need to tell Ben. I don't know how to go about it, though.

...fine. [It wasn't, but he was tired. It was going to have to be something for him to accept, regardless of whether he liked it or not.]

Just...no more secrets like that. You want me to talk to you, so I expect the same. Partners. Brandy. Promises. Your father's tradition, remember? [He leveled his gaze at her, dead serious.] That's what I do if anyone hurts my partners, Adele. I never let them forget the mistake that they made.

[He lapsed into silence and sipped his tea, shoving his own biases and misgivings aside to try to listen to her concerns. It was all he manage to do so, but he needed to try.]

Just be upfront about it with Obi-Wan, Angel. Just be upfront and don't beat around the bush. No cuteness, no beating around the bush...just give him the truth.

And organize a family dinner sometime. It's not wise to keep him a stranger.

The truth? The truth. In it's entirety...It's not mine to tell. But.

[She pinches the bridge of her nose, swears under her breath, and relents. Lupin would want to know this- and she could explain to Rick later. They had nothing but time, here, after all.]

His situation is similar to mine, in his world. It's...more or less the foundation upon which we built our association. [A soft, biter laugh, she spreads her hands.] The Dead Lucetian's club. I don't remember how we got on the subject, but that's what waits for him- and he knows it's what waits for me. We both know that much. I think it's the only reason he's as comfortable with me as he is. Anyone else and it wouldn't be fair.

...The dinner isn't a bad idea. I'll invite him over. Make gumbo. Or. Something.

...I see.

[It changed nothing, but she was honest in her turn. The shields that had suddenly flown back into position at the hint of her knowingly withholding information from him relaxed slightly. Maybe, perhaps, there was a chance.

That didn't lessen the chances of him delivering payment should he hurt her, but he understood it a little better.

He sighed heavily and leaned back, again wishing for that cigarette. It wasn't Gitane worthy, but he wanted that smoke and the distraction.]

Make Macarons. If you want gumbo, leave that to Gambit.

...just. No more secrets like that. No more big, important secrets--for either of us.

What else do you need to know? If we've slept together or not?

[An attempt at levity in the face of his stonewalling. She hadn't meant to keep Doyle apart from everyone she knew- she just hadn't invited him over or thought that he'd need to be involved with them before he became involved with her. Apparently that wasn't the case. Lesson learned.]

...I can make gumbo as well Lupin. Though...if Rems made the Gumbo I could make cornbread.

Give me all the kinky details if you do.

[His tone was light, as if it were a joke--but it wasn't. Not entirely, anyway.]

...Cornbread and gumbo, huh? That sounds like it could be tasty.

Edited 2012-08-04 03:36 (UTC)

Rick doesn't strike me as a particularly kinky man, but if that would make you happy.

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