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[loungelizard]

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Hi there! You've reached the ansafone of Larry Laffer.
If this is a booty call, please hang up and try again until I pick up.
Otherwise, leave a message at the beep
and I'll get back to you as soon as possible!

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[loungelizard]

[Larry is trying to be polite and wait for her to take a seat at the opposite side of the table before he digs in...but his hunger wins out. He sneaks in one of the dolma while her back is turned and manages to house it in its entirety before she turns back around.

But he was still listening, I swear. He swallows first before speaking up.]

Is it considered "bringing work with you" to be pointing out that we have chemistry together? I could've told you that! Heheh.

[And as he intended, he starts eating only after Moira sits.]

[biotictouch]

[ She does finally sit with her glass in hand, and seems somewhat peckish, but not in entirely for a meal. A little of everything appeals to her tastes, and that's what ends up on her plate. ]

Oh not at all. Bringing work with me is giving you the details of it all.

Not bringing work with me is offering to show you just how much, later.

[ Spicy Sanguis is spicy, and honestly, it's probably the smoothest she's been in easily a decade. ]

[loungelizard]

[It's fine. He'll eat whatever she doesn't. Waste not want not!

A third of his kebab is shoved in his mouth when she drops that bomb on him. He freezes, staring at her like a deer in headlights over his food.

God. It figures that a woman would come on to him when he's like...this. Just his luck.

But he just can't stop himself. This is what he lives for. This is what gets him up in the morning.

He pulls the kebab out of his mouth and rests his chin in his hand as he leans forward towards her.]

Oh yeah? And just how are you planning to do that?

[And then he takes a bite of his kebab for real this time. A reasonably sized one.]