He grinned, watching them. "Cute." *** She tilted her head slightly. "Alright then. I'm curious as to what your house looks like anyways."
"He is, yes," she said, offering him a plate of pad thai. "He's very cute." * * * "It's an apartment," he said smoothly. "But okay."
She sat down at the table as well, sipping from her glass of wine as she set down the plate. "What would you say are your best traits, Mr. Audra?" * * * "Not really. Come on; I'm parked outside."
"My best traits?" he asked curiously, watching her. "Hm.. I'm composed, calm, I try to keep a professional manner.." *** She nodded, flicking of her lights and heading out.
She laughed slightly, resting her head on her hand. "This isn't an interview. Traits. Are you kind? Are you honest? Are you thoughtful?" * * * (Zoop?)
She pursed her lips thoughtfully before nodding. "Okay. And your worst?" * * * Gideon's apartment was very black and white. Literally. It was a sleek, modern apartment with light grey accents. The city sprawled out before them, one of the walls just a large window.
"I'm stubborn," he told her, "and I don't like to show people my weaker sides so I'm very headstrong." *** She went over to the window with wide eyes. "This is beautiful."
She rested her head on her hand. "Why don't you like to show people your weaknesses?" * * * He set his coat on the counter. "I'm glad you think so."
He looked back at her. "I just don't like to." *** "So you weren't lying when you said you had good taste."
She nodded slowly, taking a sip of her wine. "Alright then." * * * "Of course not," she said smoothly. "I never lie."
"What about you?" he asked curiously. *** She rolled her eyes playfully, coming back to him. "I'm sleeping on the couch, right?"
"My best and worse?" she asked, slipping her finger around the rim of her wine glass thoughtfully. "Hm.. I would say that my best trait is that I'm organized. I think I keep my thoughts in a well-kept file cabinet. As for my worst, well..." She shrugged languidly. "I think my character is less than decent sometimes." * * * "What? No. We have a guest room, V."
She shrugged slightly. "I hold people at arm's length," she said. "People think they're bad." * * * "Yeah, well, I personally don't like the guest room, so good luck."
She paused before speaking. "Okay. Now, it's the other way around. I tell you what I think are your best and worst traits, and you tell me as well." * * * "It's... big."
"Okay. Your worst..." She steepled her fingers. "I would say that you're too serious, I think." * * * He led her down the hall, opening the door to a huge room. It was fancy, with a four poster bed, but it seemed... cold.