[ Faraday watches the rest of the conversation unfold, a black humor twisting at his smile the entire time. Mean of him, he knows, to enjoy watching Teddy twist in the wind, but he’s always been a mean son of a bitch, hasn’t he? If death couldn’t stop that, then Faraday reckons nothing will.
He watches him fidget, watches his shoulders sink lower and lower toward the ground, bites back a laugh at how terribly distraught he looks—
Though the chuckle catches in his throat when Teddy asks after another man. He finds his gaze flicking to Emma as she responds in the negative – because of course she would; of course she must. What a ridiculous question. Given all the men in Rose Creek, who the hell else was there, really? Who could there be? And who could possibly compete with the memory of her late husband? A man she incited a war for?
… the thought stings.
Faraday’s turn to fidget, then, weight rocking from one leg to the other, fingers twitching restlessly against his arms – though he hardly knows he’s doing it. In any case, it goes unnoticed as Emma’s chat with Teddy continues on.
And then the boy goes and says that, and Faraday can feel the way the air flies out of the room.
Even Teddy seems to know it’s a mistake, even without the look on Emma’s face. Faraday can see the apologies forming in his mouth, the words stumbling and tripping to get out over one another and tying up his tongue. And Faraday still feels no sympathy – feels that fire in his chest flare, and he shoves away from the wall, taking a step forward.
Teddy stammers, tries to explain himself and offer his excuses, but Faraday speaks over him. ]
Say the word, and I’ll see him out.
[ Low, despite the fact Teddy still can’t hear him. Dangerous, for reasons Faraday doesn’t rightly know, himself. ]
[ emma hears faraday, far more than she hears the stumbled apologies teddy is trying to manage. she, however, is clearly not willing to budge, and she doesn't indulge teddy's fumbled words, that scowl unfaltering and unyielding. it's a look she's hardly ever had to turn on teddy, and one that faraday won't have seen cross her face in quite a while — not since that throwdown of theirs, now weeks removed.
she can't acknowledge the gambler, not with teddy still standing on her front step, but she purposefully places a hand on the doorframe, a silent signal for faraday to stay put. she can't have the man terrorizing teddy (much as the idea may hold its own appeal), because if teddy can't rightly see the force kicking him six ways from sunday, that'll just send all kinds of rumors flying. ]
I said, it's time for you to go now.
[ her tone is low, because emma cullen does not need to shout to make herself heard. there's ice in her words, a near distaste as she takes a step away from teddy, her hand moving from the doorframe and to the door instead — because she intends to close it right in teddy's face if he doesn't get a move on.
that seems to be enough of a motivator for teddy, and he finally puts a stop in his attempted apologies, his shoulders betraying his defeat — and more than a heap of regret that emma finds herself lacking proper sympathy towards. he just had to go and say those things to her, and right now, she doesn't feel even the slightest bit guilty over throwing him out for it.
teddy only has time to take one quick step away, and then the door is shut promptly and with a final slam.
emma's still prickling with anger and hurt when she turns back to the room, to see faraday standing there looking— ...lord, dangerous. leaning up against the door, emma fixes him with a pinning look, a very clear, "don't even think about it." ]
Awful hard to see him out when he can't see you, Faraday.
[ It doesn’t slip his notice when she bars him from stepping through the door. The thought flickers in his mind that he could just move past her. Step through the wall, if he really wanted, or even step through her, though he knows she would hate that. He could simply think and reappear at Teddy’s elbow, shove him away before he caused any more damage.
He doesn’t, though he’s sorely tempted. His temper has always been easily lit, and apparently well-meaning, love-struck, bumbling young men are able to incite his temper into an inferno.
The door slams shut, and his arms cross tightly over his chest. If he still had his guns, his hands would’ve twitched toward them, angry as he is. ]
Don’t matter whether he can see me or not. Wouldn't effect my efficiency none.
[ Still with that low, flinty edge in his voice, gaze fixed on the door, as if he could see straight through it and fling daggers with the sort of precision Billy Rocks would have envied. He grits his teeth, eyes still blazing. ]
He shouldn’t’a talked to you like that.
[ Which makes it clear that despite his warning look, he absolutely is thinking about it. Trailing after the heartbroken man and making the rest of his day a living hell. He’s angry – for Emma, certainly, and for other causes he can’t pin – and it licks inside his chest, threatens to spill out. ]
[ this is a new anger to emma. it comes off much different from the stinging, ego-driven rage of their last fight, and she's almost taken aback by how bothered faraday actually is by the exchange.
clearly, this hadn't turned out to be quite the comedic presentation he'd expected. ]
You're right; he shouldn't have.
[ because emma is absolutely not arguing that; she agrees wholeheartedly, in fact, but she also knows it isn't the wisest of plans to sic her ghostly friend on teddy. ]
But now is hardly the time for you to be torturin' him.
[ it would just cause too much of a stir, and would likely startle the entire town.
unhelpful, is what that would be.
she steps away from the door, approaching faraday and stopping in front of him, that determined frown in place as she looks up at the man. ]
Joshua. [ and she sounds especially serious. ] I mean it. Don't you go after him.
[ He hears what she's saying, but still that fire burns inside him, something bitter and intense that wants for a target. Might as well be Teddy, right? Considering he's the one who caused it with those fool words of his. His eyes bore into the door, and he considers little ways to make him pay, things Faraday might do in the dead of night when Emma is none the wiser—
But then she steps in front of him, says his name in a grim voice, and his gaze snaps down to her, startled and annoyed. He wrangles back the flames – because this anger isn't meant for her, doesn't want to misdirect it on accident – and his lip pulls back from his teeth in distaste. ]
Why not? [ A brief flick to look at the door again, but his gaze falls back on her. ] Seems to me he deserves it.
It's enough to make him falter, to douse some of those flames licking at the back of his sternum. He scowls a little as he bows his head, examining the floor as he puzzles out an answer. ]
He doesn't have an answer for her, to be truthful, and that frustrates him. He masks it with annoyance, trudging over to where he had stashed his cards. ]
Haven't the faintest idea what you mean.
[ ... Faraday also apparently masks it with a bit of a lie, but it's the easiest response, for now. ]
I ain't all that upset. Not nearly as much as you seem to think I am.
You looked 'bout ready to strangle him, Faraday. That strikes me as bein' mighty upset.
[ she watches him wander off for the cards, her eyebrows rising just a touch.
why, he's nearly sulking, she thinks.
in a way, focusing on faraday distracts her from the absolute mess of teddy's little courting attempt, and she's kind of...grateful for that. teddy had seen her through quite a lot before, with everything that had happened, everything they'd gone through for their town, but now that that's been sufficiently squashed by his impulsive mouth, she feels a tinge of melancholy over it.
[ ... actually, he probably looked exactly like that, now that he's thinking on it, but he would rather not admit it right now. This feeling, whatever the hell it is – he doesn't understand it. Just knows it's big, whatever the hell it is, by the shadow it casts.
He plucks the deck of cards off the shelf, flicks his thumb across the short edge of the pack. ]
Maybe I just didn't appreciate the goose down on his upper lip.
You do take such offense to his facial hair, it seems.
[ she finally moves back into the kitchen, figuring she might as well finish preparing her lunch (though she's not feeling especially hungry anymore).
as she cooks, her tone is conversational, if a bit exasperated (at teddy, clearly). ]
Can you believe he was askin' me about other men?
[ she shakes her head with a sigh, like the notion is absurd to her — mostly, because the possibilities in rose creek are so minute and the town itself is so small, she clearly wouldn't have had the opportunity to pursue or be pursued without it being the entire town's business. ]
[ He's glad when she finally leaves it off, steps away and lets him regather his thoughts.
... Well, that's what he tries to do, at any rate, but they scatter and skitter from his grasp, like fishing barehanded. He scowls down at his cards for lack of anything else to aim his annoyance at, before retaking his seat at the table. ]
Suppose it ain't an odd question.
[ Blandly, mildly, the paper snapping in his hands. ]
Easier pill to swallow than thinking he ain't good enough.
[ she's certainly willing to concede that much, but the idea itself has still left her rather baffled. she doesn't think teddy might have asked as a reflection of her perceivable attitude — right? it's far likelier, as faraday said, to have been a move to soothe his own ego, but...she has gotten an odd number of comments recently about how much— happier she seems. folks have said that her general demeanor has lifted quite noticeably, but she's always just waved it off with a smile and light thanks.
what was it, then, that had improved her mood so much? what in her life had changed since the aftermath of her town's battle with bogue?
...actually.
she pauses, casting a glance over her shoulder at the ghost settled at her table. was it...?
no, that's absurd.
turning back to the food, she gives a little shrug. ]
I simply cannot imagine who he might have expected I'd be seein', is all.
[ He agrees with the observation, but somehow, he still feels a bit of a twist in his gut, something clench in his chest. That shadow falls over him again, but Faraday has a bit of practice in these matters, hides it all away behind the face he used in life to play cards and gamble away his money.
Wryly, ] No shortage of men in town who’d be interested, I expect.
The blacksmith, for instance. I think he’s taken a shinin’ to you, too. Maybe he’ll be shufflin’ up that path come next Sunday.
[ He offers a noncommittal sort of hum at that, glancing over to where she stands in the kitchen before he looks down at his cards again. He sets up that game of patience again, though he’s not interested in playing, so much as he is in doing something with his hands. ]
Not a one of them? [ He snorts out a laugh. ] Bless their hearts.
[ He hears her approach, but doesn’t give it a second thought.
Fatal mistake, it seems, and he shouts in protest as she yanks down his hat. ]
Hey—!
[ and if that came out a few shades higher than normal, Faraday would never admit to it.
He tosses the deck of cards onto the table, shoving his hat back up to scowl at her. He lifts his hat up, trying to settle it more comfortably on his head. ]
That. Was a terribly rude act of wholly unprovoked aggression. [ With the hat properly in place, he runs his fingers along the brim. ] Is this any way to treat a man who’s innocently mindin’ his own business?
[ emma tries her best to suppress the grin threatening to tug at her lips, but the noise out of faraday and the glare on his face as he adjusts his hat is just far more amusing than it has any right to be. ]
Joshua Faraday, you are never doin' anything innocently.
[ she doesn't say it harshly or with judgement; it's clearly meant to tease (especially combined with the smile she just can't contain).
...and just because she can, she reaches out again to lightly cock his hat to the side — not tugged over his face, but purely for the purpose of getting it out of place after the effort he went to setting it right. ]
[ His reply is prim, his back straightening and chin lifting. ]
I am absolutely certain I have no idea what you mean.
[ He’s at least heartened by that little smile on her face. Much better than the thunderous, wounded look from moments ago. If he has to suffer through her teasing to help work past that hurt, he’d gladly suffer it a thousand times over.
She reaches over, and he pulls back just a hair, manages only to get as far as asking, ]
What are you—
[ before she sets his hat askew again. He stills, expression turning exasperated. A few seconds of heavy silence, then, ]
… Come on.
[ Faraday lets out an explosive sigh, resettling the hat, and he flicks one of the cards lying on the table at her. ]
[ and finally— he gets her to laugh. soft, but warm and genuine as she settles back in her chair. she's dwelling far less on the mess with teddy, her attention and energy focused on faraday instead — where she's much happier to put it. ]
It's not goin' anywhere.
[ and besides, it's worth it just to mess with him.
she does, however, finally start to eat the food she prepared, sliding the card he flicked at her back to him. ]
I've been practicin' that last trick you showed me.
[ that clever back palm maneuver that had actually proved more difficult than she'd thought it would be. she's been steadily working on everything faraday's taught her when she has spare moments to herself, when there's nothing else that needs doing — mostly, because it's fun. ]
[ He sounds a little pleased by that, and he catches the card as it slides across the table. He lifts it up, holding it out to her between two fingers. ]
And were you plannin' on showin' me the fruits of your labor?
I was waitin' until I was good enough with it not to make a fool out of myself.
[ and she's at least reasonably sure she's reached that point.
the food is apparently going to go ignored now, because she simply reaches out to take the card from faraday, straightening in her seat.
she tames her smile into something more impassive, concentration in her eyes as she glances at the card — the black lady, of course — and neatly shows off it off to him, flicking it back and forth in her hand for a moment, before it's once, twice, and with a third upward motion, quickly mimes chucking the card into the air. the card flicks back, caught between her fingers in a smooth, clearly well-practiced gesture.
showing off her empty palm, she waits the span of her breath, before snapping her hand forward and reproducing the card between her fingertips.
she holds it out to him, unable to keep the pleased little grin off her face. ]
[ He watches her, one elbow resting on the table, his chin resting in his palm. As she goes through the motions, a smile curls his lips, his gaze softens a little, and he's wholly unaware of both. She's obviously been practicing, and it shows; Emma always tended to excel at whatever she practiced. That focus and determination seemed to serve her well in most things, and now?
Seemed to be helping her excel at sleight-of-hand.
When she produces the card his smile grows, something fond and warm without his knowing. ]
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He watches him fidget, watches his shoulders sink lower and lower toward the ground, bites back a laugh at how terribly distraught he looks—
Though the chuckle catches in his throat when Teddy asks after another man. He finds his gaze flicking to Emma as she responds in the negative – because of course she would; of course she must. What a ridiculous question. Given all the men in Rose Creek, who the hell else was there, really? Who could there be? And who could possibly compete with the memory of her late husband? A man she incited a war for?
… the thought stings.
Faraday’s turn to fidget, then, weight rocking from one leg to the other, fingers twitching restlessly against his arms – though he hardly knows he’s doing it. In any case, it goes unnoticed as Emma’s chat with Teddy continues on.
And then the boy goes and says that, and Faraday can feel the way the air flies out of the room.
Even Teddy seems to know it’s a mistake, even without the look on Emma’s face. Faraday can see the apologies forming in his mouth, the words stumbling and tripping to get out over one another and tying up his tongue. And Faraday still feels no sympathy – feels that fire in his chest flare, and he shoves away from the wall, taking a step forward.
Teddy stammers, tries to explain himself and offer his excuses, but Faraday speaks over him. ]
Say the word, and I’ll see him out.
[ Low, despite the fact Teddy still can’t hear him. Dangerous, for reasons Faraday doesn’t rightly know, himself. ]
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she can't acknowledge the gambler, not with teddy still standing on her front step, but she purposefully places a hand on the doorframe, a silent signal for faraday to stay put. she can't have the man terrorizing teddy (much as the idea may hold its own appeal), because if teddy can't rightly see the force kicking him six ways from sunday, that'll just send all kinds of rumors flying. ]
I said, it's time for you to go now.
[ her tone is low, because emma cullen does not need to shout to make herself heard. there's ice in her words, a near distaste as she takes a step away from teddy, her hand moving from the doorframe and to the door instead — because she intends to close it right in teddy's face if he doesn't get a move on.
that seems to be enough of a motivator for teddy, and he finally puts a stop in his attempted apologies, his shoulders betraying his defeat — and more than a heap of regret that emma finds herself lacking proper sympathy towards. he just had to go and say those things to her, and right now, she doesn't feel even the slightest bit guilty over throwing him out for it.
teddy only has time to take one quick step away, and then the door is shut promptly and with a final slam.
emma's still prickling with anger and hurt when she turns back to the room, to see faraday standing there looking— ...lord, dangerous. leaning up against the door, emma fixes him with a pinning look, a very clear, "don't even think about it." ]
Awful hard to see him out when he can't see you, Faraday.
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He doesn’t, though he’s sorely tempted. His temper has always been easily lit, and apparently well-meaning, love-struck, bumbling young men are able to incite his temper into an inferno.
The door slams shut, and his arms cross tightly over his chest. If he still had his guns, his hands would’ve twitched toward them, angry as he is. ]
Don’t matter whether he can see me or not. Wouldn't effect my efficiency none.
[ Still with that low, flinty edge in his voice, gaze fixed on the door, as if he could see straight through it and fling daggers with the sort of precision Billy Rocks would have envied. He grits his teeth, eyes still blazing. ]
He shouldn’t’a talked to you like that.
[ Which makes it clear that despite his warning look, he absolutely is thinking about it. Trailing after the heartbroken man and making the rest of his day a living hell. He’s angry – for Emma, certainly, and for other causes he can’t pin – and it licks inside his chest, threatens to spill out. ]
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clearly, this hadn't turned out to be quite the comedic presentation he'd expected. ]
You're right; he shouldn't have.
[ because emma is absolutely not arguing that; she agrees wholeheartedly, in fact, but she also knows it isn't the wisest of plans to sic her ghostly friend on teddy. ]
But now is hardly the time for you to be torturin' him.
[ it would just cause too much of a stir, and would likely startle the entire town.
unhelpful, is what that would be.
she steps away from the door, approaching faraday and stopping in front of him, that determined frown in place as she looks up at the man. ]
Joshua. [ and she sounds especially serious. ] I mean it. Don't you go after him.
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But then she steps in front of him, says his name in a grim voice, and his gaze snaps down to her, startled and annoyed. He wrangles back the flames – because this anger isn't meant for her, doesn't want to misdirect it on accident – and his lip pulls back from his teeth in distaste. ]
Why not? [ A brief flick to look at the door again, but his gaze falls back on her. ] Seems to me he deserves it.
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of course, instead of actually answering his question, she provides one of her own. ]
Why're you so determined to hurt him over somethin' like this?
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[ ... well.
That's a damn fine question isn't it?
It's enough to make him falter, to douse some of those flames licking at the back of his sternum. He scowls a little as he bows his head, examining the floor as he puzzles out an answer. ]
I just— didn't like what he said, was all.
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But it seemed to bother you a whole lot more than it did me.
[ which is saying a lot, because it really upset her — but it was almost like seeing faraday's fiery rage tempered her own (if only a touch). ]
Why did it get to you so badly?
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He doesn't have an answer for her, to be truthful, and that frustrates him. He masks it with annoyance, trudging over to where he had stashed his cards. ]
Haven't the faintest idea what you mean.
[ ... Faraday also apparently masks it with a bit of a lie, but it's the easiest response, for now. ]
I ain't all that upset. Not nearly as much as you seem to think I am.
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[ she watches him wander off for the cards, her eyebrows rising just a touch.
why, he's nearly sulking, she thinks.
in a way, focusing on faraday distracts her from the absolute mess of teddy's little courting attempt, and she's kind of...grateful for that. teddy had seen her through quite a lot before, with everything that had happened, everything they'd gone through for their town, but now that that's been sufficiently squashed by his impulsive mouth, she feels a tinge of melancholy over it.
a shame, really. ]
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[ ... actually, he probably looked exactly like that, now that he's thinking on it, but he would rather not admit it right now. This feeling, whatever the hell it is – he doesn't understand it. Just knows it's big, whatever the hell it is, by the shadow it casts.
He plucks the deck of cards off the shelf, flicks his thumb across the short edge of the pack. ]
Maybe I just didn't appreciate the goose down on his upper lip.
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You do take such offense to his facial hair, it seems.
[ she finally moves back into the kitchen, figuring she might as well finish preparing her lunch (though she's not feeling especially hungry anymore).
as she cooks, her tone is conversational, if a bit exasperated (at teddy, clearly). ]
Can you believe he was askin' me about other men?
[ she shakes her head with a sigh, like the notion is absurd to her — mostly, because the possibilities in rose creek are so minute and the town itself is so small, she clearly wouldn't have had the opportunity to pursue or be pursued without it being the entire town's business. ]
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... Well, that's what he tries to do, at any rate, but they scatter and skitter from his grasp, like fishing barehanded. He scowls down at his cards for lack of anything else to aim his annoyance at, before retaking his seat at the table. ]
Suppose it ain't an odd question.
[ Blandly, mildly, the paper snapping in his hands. ]
Easier pill to swallow than thinking he ain't good enough.
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[ she's certainly willing to concede that much, but the idea itself has still left her rather baffled. she doesn't think teddy might have asked as a reflection of her perceivable attitude — right? it's far likelier, as faraday said, to have been a move to soothe his own ego, but...she has gotten an odd number of comments recently about how much— happier she seems. folks have said that her general demeanor has lifted quite noticeably, but she's always just waved it off with a smile and light thanks.
what was it, then, that had improved her mood so much? what in her life had changed since the aftermath of her town's battle with bogue?
...actually.
she pauses, casting a glance over her shoulder at the ghost settled at her table. was it...?
no, that's absurd.
turning back to the food, she gives a little shrug. ]
I simply cannot imagine who he might have expected I'd be seein', is all.
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Wryly, ] No shortage of men in town who’d be interested, I expect.
The blacksmith, for instance. I think he’s taken a shinin’ to you, too. Maybe he’ll be shufflin’ up that path come next Sunday.
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I should hope not. I've had more than enough unpleasant encounters with enamored men for my taste.
[ if she could avoid having to reject any other would-be suitors, she'd certainly appreciate that. ]
I can't say as any of the men of Rose Creek have happened to catch my eye, anyway.
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Not a one of them? [ He snorts out a laugh. ] Bless their hearts.
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[ said perfectly casually as she gathers up her food to join faraday at the table...
...while making sure to yank the brim of his hat down over his eyes before she settles into a seat. ]
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Fatal mistake, it seems, and he shouts in protest as she yanks down his hat. ]
Hey—!
[ and if that came out a few shades higher than normal, Faraday would never admit to it.
He tosses the deck of cards onto the table, shoving his hat back up to scowl at her. He lifts his hat up, trying to settle it more comfortably on his head. ]
That. Was a terribly rude act of wholly unprovoked aggression. [ With the hat properly in place, he runs his fingers along the brim. ] Is this any way to treat a man who’s innocently mindin’ his own business?
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Joshua Faraday, you are never doin' anything innocently.
[ she doesn't say it harshly or with judgement; it's clearly meant to tease (especially combined with the smile she just can't contain).
...and just because she can, she reaches out again to lightly cock his hat to the side — not tugged over his face, but purely for the purpose of getting it out of place after the effort he went to setting it right. ]
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I am absolutely certain I have no idea what you mean.
[ He’s at least heartened by that little smile on her face. Much better than the thunderous, wounded look from moments ago. If he has to suffer through her teasing to help work past that hurt, he’d gladly suffer it a thousand times over.
She reaches over, and he pulls back just a hair, manages only to get as far as asking, ]
What are you—
[ before she sets his hat askew again. He stills, expression turning exasperated. A few seconds of heavy silence, then, ]
… Come on.
[ Faraday lets out an explosive sigh, resettling the hat, and he flicks one of the cards lying on the table at her. ]
Don’t you got a lunch to eat?
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It's not goin' anywhere.
[ and besides, it's worth it just to mess with him.
she does, however, finally start to eat the food she prepared, sliding the card he flicked at her back to him. ]
I've been practicin' that last trick you showed me.
[ that clever back palm maneuver that had actually proved more difficult than she'd thought it would be. she's been steadily working on everything faraday's taught her when she has spare moments to herself, when there's nothing else that needs doing — mostly, because it's fun. ]
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[ He sounds a little pleased by that, and he catches the card as it slides across the table. He lifts it up, holding it out to her between two fingers. ]
And were you plannin' on showin' me the fruits of your labor?
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[ and she's at least reasonably sure she's reached that point.
the food is apparently going to go ignored now, because she simply reaches out to take the card from faraday, straightening in her seat.
she tames her smile into something more impassive, concentration in her eyes as she glances at the card — the black lady, of course — and neatly shows off it off to him, flicking it back and forth in her hand for a moment, before it's once, twice, and with a third upward motion, quickly mimes chucking the card into the air. the card flicks back, caught between her fingers in a smooth, clearly well-practiced gesture.
showing off her empty palm, she waits the span of her breath, before snapping her hand forward and reproducing the card between her fingertips.
she holds it out to him, unable to keep the pleased little grin off her face. ]
Your card, Mister Faraday.
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Seemed to be helping her excel at sleight-of-hand.
When she produces the card his smile grows, something fond and warm without his knowing. ]
Pretty.
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