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twenty-seventh twist of the coil

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You wouldn't happen to know where they're keeping that bird you and the others brought back, would you?

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[Filtered to Maladict]

This has been on my mind quite a bit recently- and before I ask it, no I still haven't completely forgiven you for taking away my bunsen burner, even if I was drunk.

But anyways...have you ever tried espresso before? Given your adoration of coffee, I was curious.

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[Filtered to Helen Magnus]

[There is actually a long pause here. He honestly doesn't know what to say, after hearing that she had come back.]

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Never mind.

[Hey, he went over a hundred years without her, he can go a few days more without having to awkwardly talk to her about her return.]

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[After writing in those filters, Tesla leans back in his chair with an audible creak, ready to talk to the populace of the castle once again.]

You know...hasn't it been a bit too quiet lately? I'm not talking about the expedition that just came back, I'm talking about the castle in general. Shouldn't one of those crazy castle-wide losses or world changes be happening by now? I mean, it's been too quiet. Too normal...well, if you ignore all the individual losses everyone has from time to time.

Or am I just missing something? Because it feels an awful lot like the quiet before the storm, in my opinion...

[WAY TO MAKE EVERYONE PARANOID, TESLA, A+]

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No, I'm not. The hangover from that little incident was enough, trust me...

Oh, the strongest sort of coffee you could get. [He grins, even though she can't see.] Want to go out on the town to try some?

Okay, then you can have your little fire thing back.

[She actually sounds a little amused] Are you asking me out on a date?

[Wait. She should add to that before he gets huffy and she loses the chance of glorious coffee. And spending time with him, she guesses]

Sounds fun. Okay.

Good! I expect it returned here as soon as possible. You know, I was this close to digging through all your stuff to find it on my own...

[He's joking, of course, but at the question, he is silent for a bit, before:]

...Sure. If that's what you want. But...anyways, it should be quite the experience.

Meet me at the lobby doors in a few?

Oh please, you'll never go into my underwear drawer, it creeps you out too much.

[And of course, she'll play this casually. Not important at all. Nope]

Sure, I'll be there.

[And sure enough, she leaves James' bird of death to go hang around the lobby doors to wait for him]

Do I want to know what you have in there besides undergarments?

[SUCCESS. He'll go make a beeline there as soon as he can, and when he comes up, he'll smile that smug little grin and gesture towards the doors outside.]

So? Ready to go?

There are only undergarments, Nikola.

...Okay and maybe a dagger but that's besides the point.

[She'll give him a fangy grin and start to head outside]

For extra special coffee? Always.

See, and this is why I don't think it's quite wise for me to rifle through there.

[He'll follow her, striding along with an easy gait and wide grin.]

Oh, I know you'll like it...just promise me you won't jump off the roof afterwards, alright? It's pretty strong.

It's not like anything in there would hurt you.

[She deeply considers this for about half a second]

I make no promises. That said, chances are it can't beat Klatchian, but if it comes a close second, I'll call it a win.

No, but it would certainly hurt my pride if I were desperate enough to rifle through your undergarment drawer in search of a confiscated bunsen burner.

[And a laugh.]

Hey, if you like it in general, that's still a win for me. The worst thing, I'd think, is you spitting it out, or throwing the cup at me without even finishing it.

Poor baby. We can't have any horrible, scarring attack on your pride now, can we?

And waste coffee? Not likely. [Oh wait, she should add something there] And I suppose the violence towards you would be unwarranted too. Probably.

Is that a threat? You do know I guard my pride fiercely- it's a castle made of steel, that pride.

[A chuckle.] Good to know. At least I won't get out of this with a scalded face if it all goes downhill.

Oh come on now, you'd know if it was a threat. [And she'll condescendingly pat his arm] There there, I know.

It can't be any worse than that decaff stuff I had. I don;t care what anyone says, that is not real coffee.

[He shakes his head at that, letting out an amused sort of huff.] Just checking.

Oh, I think over half the world would agree with you where I come from. People practically have coffee rushing in their veins, they're so into it.

Now those sound like the sort of people I could get along with. [You know, the sort who feed her addictions and whatnot]

Still, I suppose you'll do.

[Pretending as if they're at a meeting and he's introducing her to someone.] America, meet Maladict. Maladict, America. Make friends over your mutual addiction to coffee.

[And then he pretends to look wounded.] Mal, just because I don't drink coffee by the gallon doesn't mean I don't appreciate it every once in a while. Really.

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[She gives a little wave] Hi, America. Nice to meet you and our common ground. Or grounds as the case may be.

[That's getting a pointed look] So you're saying you're going to drink some. Now. With me.

[He lets out a laugh at that.] Nice pun.

[An ever so innocent look back at her.] Why not? I do drink other beverages other than wine, Mal, even though it might be hard to believe.

Thank you, I try.

[She is so suspicious. She looks him up and down and squint her eyes, before giving a shrug] Okay, I'll buy that explanation. For now.

[He just shakes his head, grin widening.] Just because you survive on nothing but coffee doesn't mean that I'm the same way. Come on. I enjoy it only in Europe, though...the way they do it in America is just all water and a bit of flavor, that's all.

[And, ah, here they are. He opens the door for her like a proper Victorian gentleman (James would be proud).] After you.

Duly noted.

[Yeah that just gets a look. What's this treating her like a lady business, Nikola?] I'll let you off this once because it's obvious you're trying.

[That's about as close to a thank you as he'll get as she wanders inside]

Trying to do what?

[And he follows her inside before heading to the counter, leaning over with a wide smile as he asks the man standing there for two espressos.]

You want anything in yours, Mal? Any chocolate, creamer? I suppose you'd just like it black...

I don't know yet. It's suspicious.

[She pulls a face. Don't you start putting THINGS in her coffee man] As black as the night thank you. I don't need it ruined by cow juices.

You are way too paranoid sometimes, Mal.

[FINE FINE, WOMAN here is your completely black coffee.] The way you say that makes me never want milk in my own coffee now. Ugh. Cow juices...

Drink up.

It's a wise state of mind in the army.

[Delicious black coffee] You're welcome. Enjoy the mental images that come with that description.

[She sniffs it tentatively, before taking a sip] Hey, this isn't half bad at all.

I can see the truth in that.

[He makes a face while he sips his own.] Yeah. Thanks a lot. [And then a triumphant grin when she says she likes it.] See? And you were doubting me.

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no wait I changed my mind come back ;;

/comes back ;;

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