by Sage on Tue May 18, 2010 12:29 pm
Xavier looked around, for what, would be a mystery to Frankie. He had never understood why places like this had to be so stuffy, with both parties sitting up straight, facing toward each other, over a common table. He had seen up here where people would lounge during parties are far more comfortable further, and he broke away from her for a time to find just that. After all, he had just met Frankie, and he wanted to be close to her, to get to know her, not just by asking questions. Her scent, her touch, he wanted to have them memorized so that if she did end up leaving him, he would at least remember all he could about her.
" Be right back. " The grin he wore was unmistakable. He was up to no good. He silently unfurled his wings and rose upward, flitting silently over the empty booths along the outside edge of the rooftop. He skimmed the magical barrier a few times, moisture touching his wing tips. Finally, he found what it was he was looking for.
When he reappeared over their booth, he flew carrying a rather massive cloth love seat, and a low-rise table, one of the pieces of furniture in each hand. He set the objects longways up in their little booth, and casually tossed their table and chairs outside of it, carefully closing it again behind him. He flipped the couch down, facing out toward the cityscape, and placed their thinner table , and the bowl of ambrosia and their bottle and drinks back upon it. He sighed as he plopped down on it, sinking into it's comfort and patted the seat next to him.
" Typical dining is so damned uncomfortable, don't you think? "