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( i am, by definition, my own best friend. ) - ( cuddlr )

Emma Frost (My Secret)

Diamonds are a girl's best friend. Talk to me if you like what you see, sugar. We'll get to know each other very well.

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Flattery gets you everywhere with me, Alexander. I do appreciate the checkmark from my favorite human electric blanket.

An electric blanket you haven't even tried out.

Saw you talking to my brother about dates.

Thought maybe you might want to go out on one.

[He just found out he's dead now too. Might as well just start taking some risks, right?]

I didn't realize I was allowed.

He looked like he needed advice and shockingly for some reason I felt like giving him some.

With you? Or your brother?

[ Sorry about that, Alex, she really couldn't resist. ]

I suppose I could clear some time in my schedule for you. After all, I have been incredibly curious.

Yeah well, things change.

He's 18. :|

[e m m a]

Glad to hear it. I bet I'm more fun than most of the cats you've hung with anyways.

And people do.

Oh, Alexander, do have some faith in me. I have better things to do with my time than chase after your little brother.

[ She'll leave him for Jean, chill your big bro roll. ]

Fun, perhaps actually entertaining. I would bring up certain companions of mine and my opinions on them but that might sour our moods.

I want to have faith in you.

I want--I want to be honest.

And yeah, don't bring up anyone else. Erik can fuck off. I think we can both agree.

With statements like that you're making me concerned you haven't been honest.

I'll gladly agree to that. I've never had pizza. If you're curious.

[ She is totally trying to be a cheap date mostly because she actually wants some pizza. ]

I was honest.

Sometimes you just learn new things.

...really? How about Pizza and beer. At my place.

I was born into riches, Alexander. Pizza is not exactly something my family enjoyed.

Send me your address, I can be there tonight. Though I might bring some wine. Old habits and tastes die very hard.

[ And then: ]

Do make sure you're fully charged. I'd hate to be cold while we cuddle.

Pizza is for all people. Even the rich, Emma.

You know I have some class. I have wine. You're not going to be slumming it entirely.

[He sends his address.

Then.

Hng.]

I'll go lay in the sun for a few hours, just for you.

Not my level of rich. Too common, sugar.

I wasn't sure! Besides you don't know my favorite kind, I would hate to have to ask for water because you only have red wine.

[ L m a o no she was not going to do that.

Oh no, she's oddly touched. ]

And here I thought you weren't a gentleman. I'll be looking forward to tonight.

Yeah well, then bring your own.

[He's just trying to be a good meet up. He already feels a little shitty. They are playing but eh, fragile men.]

I'm looking forward to it, too. Come over any time after 7. I shut down the record shop at six.

7 o'clock sharp. I'll even wear something nice for you.

There might even be a dash of color. I'm thinking red.

If I get a choice? Red or blue. I really like both colors. And they'd be really pretty on you.

You've been thinking of what colors look pretty on me. Next date I'll wear the other color. Sound acceptable, Alexander?

Maybe I have.

Oh, so you think I'll entertain you enough for another date?

I feel like having faith in you. You are planning to try and impress me, aren't you?

I am.

And just--

--we're more alike than I think we used to be.

[You got sadness in you too, Emma? He knows it's true.]

[ There's about a five minute pause before: ]

It's been my experience, Alexander, that life has a tendency to cause things like that. But I do still dress better than you.

Yeah well I got a feeling you find the James Dean bad-boy thing hot

[ooc: log or action?]

Only if you're willing to give me your jacket if I'm cold. No bad boy's worth freezing to death.

[ ooc: i vote action! ]

I'd never allow that. But you're a diamond. You can withstand more I can.

[ooc: works for me!!]

Even I have limits sugar. That I just might let you test. Perhaps even tonight. I'll see you then.

[ Which is precisely why Emma doesn't actually respond to any other texts Alex might send until she's knocking at his door in a white short sleeved dress with a blue belt around her waist. ]

[She's beautiful. But that isn't a surprise. Alex is wearing a pair of tight dark-wash jeans, a white v-neck, and a leather jacket.]

Ordered the pizza a few minutes ago--it should be here in 30.

[He ushers her into his apartment; it looks nice, actually. Very 60s/70s. Marlon Brando, James Dean on the walls. It's clean--he's tried to impress.]

[ Emma's eyes drift down Alex, taking in his outfit and being honestly pretty impressed with what she sees right down to the leather jacket that makes her smile when paired with that v-neck. ]

Thankfully I can wait thirty minutes. [ She allows him to usher her in and while she looks around his apartment— and is honestly surprised it's clean from the way her eyebrows shoot up a little she speaks. ] I see you're wearing my color. A woman might think you're trying to make her feel special with actions like that.

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