The Trouble with Love | XAVIER ACADEMY

The Trouble with Love Aug 13, 2012 22:09:05 GMT -7

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Post by Alexander on Aug 13, 2012 22:09:05 GMT -7

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[style=background: url(http://i56.tinypic.com/312d3ig.png); padding: 5px;]Mission accomplished. Writing his hands a bit, bringing them together under the table, feeling an urge to crack his knuckles but fighting the feeling as it was a bit rude. Then again he wondered if he had ever cared for the conventions and misnomers of societal norms before. Neglecting the pizza now, not that it was terrible or anything Alexander just preferred to not eat in front of her. She seemed to have no qualms about scarfing down large quantities of food in front of him and that was okay with him. In fact it was almost a bit charming, would be more so if she didn’t constantly get remnants of her prey on her face but he ignored it for the time being. Pulling his phone from his pocket, staring at the background that said in bold text ‘HELL IS OTHER PEOPLE’ with a small number representing the current time above it. Taking into account this number he smiled a bit at Elizabeth again.

”I have to get going pretty soon. I have some business to attend to.” Business? Did he really have any business? Alexander hated overstaying his welcome and preferred to walk with an air of mystery around him. Mystery that forced others to take him with caution though more often than not they become intrigued. An opposite effect of what he wanted be he accepted the idea none-the-less. Nimble fingers straightening out his tie, making sure it was immaculate in the small of his throat, looking up only to smile at the girl across from him again. ”Unless you want me to stay. Then maybe, just maybe I could make the time.” Leaving an open ended offer on the table, elaborating on it. ”Maybe we could go for a walk or something, fairly beautiful out right now. Not as beautiful as in here but I suspect it will brighten up once you get out there.” Smile still drawn across his lips, staring almost intently into her eyes.

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