OPEN RP POST SIX

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[pragnanz]

[ Okay, what the fuck is going on here.

Claude frowns. Looks back and forth between Iona and Dom.

He finally settles his less-than-approving half-grimace at Iona, and opens his mouth. He sounds vaguely accusatory. ]

What have you told him about me?

[ HE'S NOT BUYING THIS CHARADE!!!!! WHAT IS GOING ON HERE ]

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[infusion]

I've said nothing.

[Iona sounds firm about this. She takes another sip of her tea.]

He's just really good at guessing or maybe I'm just that predictable.

[She seems adamant on not giving a straight answer if only because in this case, this is Dominique's responsibility, NOT HERS]

[mindskip]

[Someone here, on the other hand, is clearly enjoying himself. Dom is radiating some feisty energy on his end as it becomes apparent that Claude is catching onto something fishy (it's Dom, Dom is the shady and fishy boy).]

Yes, to both of those things she's said. I'm good at reading people. Hell, you could even call me an expert. Broadly speaking, it helps me get by.

Quick question though Aubert... [His smile turns into something grim under the surface.]

Do you think I'm normal?

[pragnanz]

[ Guess what Claude really hates: This. He drops his faux gentleman act altogether because he can't be assed to attempt politeness at this juncture, can't even muster the energy to pretend. ]

If you're part of Miss Oakes' clientele [ still keeping up the use of her surname, though; who is he even trying to kid? ], I'd wager that you're not what I would call a 'normal' human, no.

[ Which begs the question of what kind of abnormal Dom is. ]

I don't suppose you also have an arm or a leg that I could cut open for research purposes.

[ CLAUDE!!!!!!!!! ]

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[mindskip]

[Whoops, there goes his smugness.]

What.

Already??

[Meaning, "He already wants to kill me?"]

[infusion]

[Iona lets out a heavy sigh and stands up.]

Alright, you two. I have to get back to work. You on the other hand... [She's looking pointedly at Dominique.]

You're taking responsibility for whatever comes next. And you... [Iona looks at Claude and there's a pause.]

... No sharp objects here. And thank for coming to visit me.

[And before either of them can have a chance to speak up, Iona is disappearing behind the counter and into the kitchen.]

[pragnanz]

[ Iona leaves, and the table pitches into awkward silence. Not awkward on Claude's end (he revels in the dead air, drinks it in), but awkward in principle. His eyes are pinpoint daggers, waiting to dig into Dom's secrets.

He's not happy.

Somehow he's the one to eventually speak up first, tongue barbed and words clipped. ]

What, pray tell, are you going to be taking responsibility for?

[ Do enlighten him, because he's going to be Mad. ]

[mindskip]

[Ah, what a conundrum. Dom knows there's no one else to blame, but himself though. It's like clockwork really; even if he starts off on the right or wrong foot, there are usually only two outcomes when it comes down to the very blunt truth about himself.

He lifts up his mug again to sip some coffee but discovers he's already all out. Oren isn't going to refill for him in this sort of situation (the rock man said as much in his own mind). Sighing, he leans back his seat again as if bracing himself.]

Well. If you've been coming here long enough, you know most of the customers have a party trick or two.

[Strange and otherworldly powers so to speak. It's a feature of the Grind to attract those types really.]

I've got a pretty severe one.