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No, he hadn’t thought of that really. Nor had he thought the other was going to respond in such a matter. Actually at the moment he was flying by the seat of pants, but he gathered the other would be outraged by his advances. Or perhaps just casually play it off as nothing happened. Which was...

Visibly he seemed to relax when he heard that the pretty girl was old news, and he didn’t need to worry... The conflict made it to the front of his mind. Part of him insisting that this was wrong, that he was wrong to be thinking this. The other part of him willingly agreeing, followed by...

Frowning he arched a brow at the man’s comment about not having an interesting life. No matter who you were, to Simon there life was interesting. From a bird they saw in the morning, to maybe bow there coffee turned out. Needless to say it wasn’t hard to entertain him, or keep him talking. “I...

Almost a little shocked he saw the man return besides him with a little jump. “Yeah something about this place keeps bringing me back...maybe it’s the smoke... or the music... or maybe it’s...” His eyes traveled up and down the man with a small smirk, even winked at him. It took a whole lot of...

He smirked as the man mentioned him coming back soon. And nodded in return to the man’s words, watching them dance for a bit. Taking in the splendor of the in synch movements and dilated pupils. When the room got to hot for him he made his way out. Onto the streets of the night. Finding his way...

He noticed the sudden change in the other demeanor. The extended hand, sultry tone, twinkle in his eyes. To your typical doe eyed man or woman they would’ve been swooned, swept off there feet. He sure would’ve been too if he wasn’t on strict business. “Sorry, I don’t take candy from strangers...

"Interesting...?" Simon arched a meticulous brow with a gentle smile. "Maybe, slightly out of the ordinary for sure. But not so much out the ordinary you could spot me in a crowd of blank faces,.." He shrugged as through that made perfect sense to him and then went back to starring at the paint...

Listening to the other man he didn’t get a lot of a response. But from that simple phrase he could deduce Tony was probably a ladies man and a one night stand type of person. He reasoned that Tony knew the limits of his own mortality ether from pessimism, risky behavior, or just lifestyle. He...

“Gold...” He frowned and weighed whether whiskey looked like gold. Putting aside the rampant butterflies the wink gave him, he would deal with that in church tomorrow morning. Something about waking up at four in the morning to walk to church, and feel the wood against his knees made the...

Mentally he counted breaths, and eased dropped on idle conversation. A couple seats away from him a man was telling a war story. Something about being in the pits of the flurry of bullets and the iron smell that blood had. That you could never get over the stench of a dead body, the way flies...

He didn’t get long to look around. His eyes scanning over the peeling wallpaper, flickering lights, and the half stares he was getting from the room. By now he was used to that. Side eye, whether it be to check him out as a foe or just to see what a young buck like him was doing here. To be...

Simon didn’t think it was going to be this easy. Getting into the community of course. At his last residence, which to be fair was a sleepy village with a bunch of retired old folks on the outskirts of town. But here in the city, of the roaring twenties. Things were different. People weren’t...

After the horse ride, as predicted the gossiping staff clumped over him. In fact, Mrs.Logan has given several maids warnings in regards to fishing for information from him. Not that they got any. He would act like he would start giving them information, but then start speaking in Sicilian. To...

The redhead kept quiet during the man’s talk of how he could never leave. And how if it were up to Anthony he would stay single and mingling for the rest of his days. But his other brothers put him into the tight spot of having to get married. It all made Svaan almost pity the man. But he was...

“I didn’t leave by choice sir. I made the sacrifice so my family could survive. England pays better then labor in Italy...” He sighed almost sadly as he explained himself. No, he didn’t leave by choice. He recalled the first year of working in England it felt as if he had been torn away from him...

As per usual, like clockwork. The man didn’t understand that one couldn’t buy passione d'amore. That it had to be earned, or given. It was just like love. Love cannot be bought. But he was sure the other did not know his meanings of love. The other would buy a wife. And in fact think he could...

He took the bottle startled a bit by there fingers touching, but allowing the feeling to fade as he moved the bottle a bit under his nose. His lids closed and picked up the delicate scents that the wine held, they were light. He assumed the wine was ether not as aged, or they didn't use mature...

As he sat on the cool linen he thought how he should phrase his disapproval for the wine. He opened his mouth several times to speak before shutting it. It was hard to explain criticisms he had in Italian, and then put them into English. He then sighed and pursed his lips. “The selection of a...

The man did his best to distance his mind as he helped the other off his horse. To not connect himself to much to the brief physical contact he had with Anthony. Though he couldn’t help but to note the tingling on his skin as they departed. It took him a bit to shake it off, staring off at the...

Upon the other mentioning that it had been awhile since Hopper had been taken out like this. He felt a pang of sympathy for the horse, and promised he would apologize to him later. He would steal some apples and what not. He petted his horse and lightly pulled back a bit on the reins. Telling...