Post by Brighteye on Jan 5, 2010 22:18:31 GMT -5
Michael: -Drinks down a few gulps of his wine.-
Krystal: Okay, okay. S'alright. I'm sorry for pushing you.
Michael: -Blushes even worse.- NOTHING. -Terrified.-
Krystal: -looks over at him- Your face says otherwise.
Michael: -Blushes.- Nothing...~~~
Krystal: Whats on your mind?
Michael: -Sits in the silence awkwardly.-
Krystal: -grins before taking a drink of the wine-
Michael: -Smiles and sips his wine sheepishly.-
Krystal: -nods- Anything to make you feel better.
Michael: -Chuckles.- Thanks, that really makes me feel better about my self worth.
Krystal: -smiles brightly, then bites her lip in thought- I won't tease you as much.
Michael: You're sweet. -Nods.- Some times.
Krystal: So much for being "sweet" then, hmm?
Michael: Oh, you're pretty mean to me.
Krystal: -laughs- I'm not that bad... am I?
Michael: You're just cruel. -Leans in, sipping his wine.-
Krystal: You make it a little too easy. -grins back-
Michael: Give me such a hard time.
Krystal: Do what so easily?
Michael: -Grins.- You do that so easily, don't you?
Krystal: -shifts her body slightly so she can look at him, accepting the drink- Oh I know. I just wanted to give you a hard time.
Michael: -Takes their drinks and pours a little more, this time sitting next to her as he gives her drink back.- Just a little bit won't hurt.
Krystal: -raises an eyebrow- Now who's the one trying to get someone drunk? -eyes her glass- But I won't say no.
Michael: -Looks down and takes a sip of his drink, pleased.- Can I get you some more wine?
Krystal: -blushes- Well... maybe not extremely. But yeah.
Michael: -Chuckles.- Would you really?
Krystal: Well, I'd hope you love girls, because I'd be extremely concerned if that wasn't the case.
Michael: Why? I love girls. They're sweet, sensitive, loyal... beautiful.
Krystal: That's a pretty name. I figured you for a boy dog though, not a girl. -grins-
Michael: Couple days. -Grins.- Her name is Erica.
Krystal: Fiiiiine. -flaps a hand at him- Keep your secrets. I'm not going to force you to tell me. When is the dog supposed to arrive, if that isn't a secret?
Michael: -Rubs the back of his neck.- It's on the down-low.
Krystal: I'm not sure if that answers my question or not.
Michael: I know a guy.
Krystal: Is that even allowed?
Michael: -Chuckles nervously.- Yeah... uh.... From Heaven.
Krystal: -o.o- Custom made?
Michael: I'm getting one. Custom made.
Krystal: -sips her wine, thinking- Did you ever follow up on that puppy?
Michael: -Blushes, hiding in his wine.- :3
Krystal: -smiles back- I would hope so. I'd be very upset if you couldn't.
Michael: I think I can find some time for you. -Grins.-
Krystal: You don't have to. I'm sure there's enough on your plate without me adding to the pile.
Michael: -Frowns.- Well that's sad. Would you like me to look for you?
Krystal: -shrug- I was born on Earth a long time ago. If I do, I haven't met them.
Michael: I hope so. -Sigh.- Do you have any siblings?
Krystal: I'm sure she feels the same, whatever came between the two of you.
Michael: I do. With all my heart and soul.
Krystal: Ah, I see. -gently swirls the cup, making the wine move in a whirlpool fashion- You must care for her very much.
Michael: For Ariel. -Nods, taking a long sip.-
Krystal: -nods- Yeah. -leans back against couch- Why here, though?
Michael: -Sips.- Well, that's what it depends on.
Krystal: -blinks- Duh. I knew that.
Michael: What the big man upstairs asks of me, of course. o.o
Krystal: Depends? Depends on what?
Michael: -Shrugs.- Just depends I suppose... I haven't really thought about it.
Krystal: -nods slowly- Does that mean that... uhm.. you'll have to leave? Soon, I mean.
Michael: Only for a few weeks yeah. Me and Gabe go back and forth; our main business is in Heaven, naturally, but we come to fight the good fight.
Krystal: -twirls a strand of hair around one finger- Uhhh... How long have you been in town?
Michael: -Smiles slightly and looks down at his wine, spinning it.- So. Ah... -Awkward.-
Krystal: I didn't think you were lying.
Michael: o.o -Blinks.- Well, it's true.
Krystal: -notes his mood- It was nice of you to say it, though. In a sweet way. -looks down at the wine in her cup, light blush-
Michael: -Sits back and sips his wine.- Indeeeed.... -Sighs.-
Krystal: You're the one who said it.
Michael: -Shakes his head, smiling.- Yes, it would be wrong of you... -Sips-
Krystal: Oh? Anything? -looks thoughtful, then sighs dramatically- No, it'd be wrong of me to take advantage of that statement. -sticks tongue out playfully before taking a sip of the wine-
Michael: o.o Are you trying to get me drunk, Krystal? Because you know I'd do anything to amuse you.
Krystal: That's what you think. I beg to differ.
Michael: What? A drunk priest? No; that would not be funny at all. -Chuckles.-
Krystal: -grins- Oh yes. Though... it might make a funny sight.
Michael: -Laughs.- Most likely! Thank God, eh?
Krystal: So, you're telling me if I weren't a lovely lady, you'd drink more? -raises an eyebrow, mischievious twinkle in eye =D-
Michael: -Smiles.- It would very impolite of me too drink too much in front of a lovely lady like yourself.
Krystal: I never said how much you had to take, silly. -accepts the glass- Thank you. -takes a sip-
Michael: -Nods, pouring a little bit of red wine into two glasses, handing one to her and seating himself in an adjacent chair.- Just a taste will do me... -Sips.-
Krystal: -takes a seat on a couch, watching him- Only if you have some.
Michael: -Closes the door and goes over to a little side table.- Would you like some wine?
Krystal: Ah, I see. -follows after him, glancing around curiously- It's very cozy.
Michael: Yes; well, it's mostly where I sleep so. -Shrugs.- Right this way... -Leads her to one of the doors, down a little hallway, and then into a warm little room with couches, a desk, and a sleeping cot.-
Krystal: -grins- Thinking about an office being part of a church seems so odd. -gestures slightly- If you'd lead the way? I haven't a clue where it is.
Michael: Sure. I have more comfortable chairs in my office.
Krystal: When you put it that way... could we hang out a bit?
Michael: Yeah; but I don't mind taking a break... It's up to you; really.
Krystal: We can do either... I mean, you must've been doing something when I walked in.
Michael: -Looks down at her warily.- Would you like to help paint or... hang out?
Krystal: -shakes head- Nah. There's still plenty of time between then and now. -wanders closer-
Michael: You're not, uh, leaving now are you?
Krystal: -nods in agreement- Sure thing. -smiles- I'll see you then.
Michael: -Nods.- Eight o clock sound good?
Krystal: Hmmm... -taps a finger to her lips- Here?
Michael: Great. Well then; would you like to meet me here or there?
Krystal: That sounds great. -smiles, not recalling memories [yet (dundundun!)]-
Michael: So. I was thinking. How does a moonlit picnic dinner sound? On top of the water tower maybe? -Grins.-
Krystal: -smiles- Anything for our Lord. Makes the job that much more worth it.
Michael: Oh yeah? That would be wonderful. How very charitable of you; the Lord will smile upon your good service.
Krystal: -nods- It looks great. If you ever want a hand, I wouldn't mind helping.
Michael: -Pulls on his collar nervously.- Yeah; me and Gabe have been working to restore it to its former glory.
Krystal: Suuuure. -grins; looks around at the church for a moment- It's nice here.
Michael: OH. -Coughs, buttoning his shirt back up.- I was fixing the basement and it got a little hot...
Krystal: Hello, Michael. -notes his apparel with a blush of her own- Comfortable? -grins-
Michael: -In a priest's outfit, but the top is unbuttoned all the way down. >D He looks around quickly.- May I help you - Oh, Krystal. -Blushes slightly.-
Krystal: -glances around, stepping inside softly- Hello....?
