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WHO: Archangel and Scathach
WHERE: Scathach's dojo
WHEN: Today. This afternoon sometime.
WARNINGS: N/A
SUMMARY: Warren pops by for a visit and Scatty's due for a feeding. Since he offered to help out with that a few weeks back, he stays true to his word and lets her eat him. His emotions, I mean.
FORMAT: Quickie

[Warren's out of the office today for errands and other such things, and stops by Scatty's dojo to say 'hi!' when he begins feeling extra restless about work. He's been non-stop the past few weeks, and feels the need to socialize or burn some energy. Something. So he ends up here, and looks around for her.]

Scathach? You here?

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[She's just coming down the stairs. And she looks kinda bad; her skin is pale and stretched tight, there are dark circles beneath her eyes. But seeing him, she offers a smile anyway, though it's close-lipped.]

I am. Good afternoon, Warren.

[He gives her the once over and perks an eyebrow. The visual is a little similar to one he's seen on the comm before, and he wonders how she's feeling. Couldn't hurt to ask, right?]

And afternoon to you, too. How are things for you today?

[SUBTLE]

[TACT: HE HAS IT. She shrugs, pausing in the middle of the dojo. He might notice that she isn't breathing.]

Oh, you know. I'm alright--just doing the usual.

[Acute senses makes this very noticeable yes, but Warren doesn't like to be very blunt. Well, at least not with pretty ladies.]

Anything I can join in on? You look like you could use some company.

[Pauses for a moment. Nods slowly, rubbing the back of her neck.]

I could do with some company, actually.

Sure thing, then. I have some free time today--hence the visit.

[He gives her a small smile and gestures to the dojo floor.]

Shall we sit?

We shall. [Takes a seat and smiles back.]

You've been busy, lately. You deserve a break.

[Despite wearing nice pants and a dress shirt, he still takes a seat on the floor with her, and gets comfortable.]

Yeah, that's what Ali says, too. But business is kind of like fighting in the sense that if you don't put in a lot of hard work, you don't get any pay off. You know what I mean?

[Though it's stressful and sometimes downright exhausting, Warren actually prefers to live his life this way.]

[She nods.] It seems like that. Personally, I've never had much of a mind for business. [Grin, have some teeth.] I'm much better at the fighting bit.

Hey, I really don't blame you for that.

[He laughs with amusement]

As much as the profit is exactly what I like, the work itself is so boring. I think that's why I always like having bars or restaurants on the side, though. It sort of balances out the constant paper pushing and boardroom meetings.

[He's like a caged bird in an office, really!]

But speaking of fighting, how are the classes going at the Institute?

That seems like a good idea. [Light laugh.] And since you own them, I suppose you never have to make a reservation?

[Another shrug.] Very well. The students learn quickly, which is always a plus. Can't have them lagging behind.

Well as long as they're keeping you busy. You don't seem like the type of person who enjoys standing around too much, hm?

Not at all. I can't even imagine doing what you do.

[That earns her another chuckle because it is so very true. Had he not been born into the business, he would've definitely picked something else.]

And yet you seem to be relaxing some today. Everything okay?

[Shifts a bit.]

I'm just feeling a bit... apathetic, is all. [Wry smile.] Not that I'm actually feeling it, mind you.

[He lifts an eyebrow at that.]

Not feeling it, huh? I don't suppose there's a reason for that?

[He gets the hint, but he doesn't want to outwardly assume.]

[Sigh.]

I haven't fed in a while. It's catching up with me, as I'm sure you noticed when you walked in the door. [Cocked eyebrow.]

Maybe just a tiny bit. [He says that as politely as possible, of course!] You know, though, my offer still stands if you've got no one else. I'd hate to see you go too long.

[Thinks. Doesn't want to go to Alex, Scott seems busy, never Josh, can't get someone off the street. Looks at him; her cat-slit eyes are very green today.]

I think I'll take you up on that.

[He nods, and doesn't look apprehensive about it at all. It'll probably be more comfortable than Rogue's powers, at least.]

Okay. Just tell me what you need me to do.

[Takes a deep, unnecessary breath. Scootches towards him until she's just in front of him. Holds out her hands.]

I'll need one of your hands.

[Warren folds his legs and sits up straighter before giving her one of his hands.]

That all?

[Small smile.]

More or less. [She presses her palm against his, and begins lining up their fingers. Glances up at him.] It isn't painful--just... unnatural. Sometimes conversation helps.

Okay. Let's talk then.

[He glances up from their hands and to her face instead, letting her do whatever she needs to do.]

A friend of mine that's here, Rogue, she's got a similar kind of power. Anytime she has skin to skin contact with someone, she gets their emotions. Except with her, it's their emotions, memories, and their powers.

[A pause; he's just talking to make this more comfortable, like she said.]

Her's hurts, though. I've seen it knock people unconscious and worse.

[Once their hands are aligned to her liking, her eyes go back to his face. She's been listening, and tilts her head with interest.]

I don't think I've met her. How long has she been here?

[And she's starting; he might feel something like a little tug, starting somewhere inside him and slowly creeping towards his hand.]