loveschildren | (no subject)

What, do I strike you as jaded?

You're a thief. Not run-of-the-mill, sure, but people don't steal when they have trust in the way things usually work. Or trust in people.

Are you saying you're different?

I like people plenty~!

[He's now between Crowley and the exit and he stops circling, starting to approach instead.]

What about you? How much trust do you have in people?

If there's a normal amount, I'd say I have that.

[Uh, no. Backing up, taking care not to get driven into a corner. He knows the layout of the room well.]

Like and trust aren't the same, though, so you didn't even really answer.

[Felid is a prepared thief, he memorized the layout on paper and by visiting the museum, he is trying to corner Crowley, as much as he can.]

Haha, I like you. Won't you consider that drink?

That sounds like a really underwhelming way to lose my job and also get arrested, I must say. You aren't that fun.

[he starts angling the way he's backing up, aiming to lead them in circles around the display rather than getting caught out.]

What a cruel thing to say. I'm an amazing conversationalist.

[He pauses, stops following, considering how to get around this merry-go-round problem.]

[Oh well, he smashes the display with his stolen baton and vaults lightly over it, graceful as an acrobat.]

[He had already thought the thief might jump the display, but he wasn't expecting him to break it, and the resounding crash and pieces flying catch him off guard.

His serenity melts, and in its place is left an alarmed veteran, a thing of war hovering on the edge of fight and flight. He doesn't stay there long, either, launching himself at Felid with all that speed from before, aiming to tackle him to the ground.]

[He's light on his feet, masterful at martial arts, but he wants to be caught. Which is good, he isn't sure he could dodge that tackle, it's so fast. But that's fine, he's braced for the rather forceful impact with the ground, at least.]

Ah--

[Crowley wastes no time in straddling Felid, methodically moving to pin him, breathless and stony-faced.]

[Oh that's attractive. He'll allow it just for the view. He really should be tussling, trying to get that knife back, but what an effectively distracting security they've arranged here.]

Remarkable restraint. I imagine I could be dead if you weren't so controlled.

[Crowley pauses once he has Felid secure to his satisfaction, taking a moment to breathe, let the light back into his eyes. This man is a nuisance, not an enemy, and he's not in any real danger. He has no one to protect, here, just an object.]

You don't come across as that frail. Should I worry about breaking any bones?

[llllet's play that episode off.]

Ah.

[He exhales softly.]

Welcome back~

[He ignores the crack about breaking bones, smiling in a much too self-assured way for someone pinned under a man twice his mass.]

What an efficient killer you must have been.

[mrrrrrh.

this is really hot but also has a pretty high risk of getting upsetting.]

Seriously. Can we not?

I suppose as conversations go it isn't first date material.

What else should we talk about while you have me pinned to the floor, mister guard?

Well, we could start with why you wanted that knife so badly. Or is that also not first date material?

Oh there's all sorts of reasons. And I still want it. There's just something I want more, now.

I'm afraid you're too late to snag my virginity. So sorry.

Haha, someone like you couldn't be a virgin, not with that body.

I'm flattered! You can't have that either.

What about your heart?

[Switching his flirting voice to something much softer and rather more genuine(??).]

Like I'll trust a thief with that. You're out of luck, pal.

Ehh.... Rejected and I haven't even gotten you on a date?

[He leans up, sudden, so his face is close to Crowley's. He could kiss him, but he doesn't, just looks at him close.]

If not any of the above, can I have your name?

[It's... tempting in both directions, that closeness. He wants to pull away. He wants to kiss this transfixing stranger. But he does neither, eyes still guarded.]

Maybe if I hear yours first.

Felid.

[Answered unhesitatingly, so not very wise for a thief. Or perhaps not his real name? Who knows.]