[ it's probably only been two days in which she's inevitably departed on her work trip. normal people likely would have taken such information with grace, but per usual rafayel had other plans. while he's acted rather detached when hearing the news, or giving her a vague and respectful "i'll see you in a week" the last time they spoke over the phone—
it's clear he had other plans.
he follows her on the next flight, and utilizing the handiness of modern gps amongst peering over her social media, he finds her exact location. he's wearing sunglasses and dark colored shirt to blend in with the crowd, as he sends off a single text message. ]
[ I am sorry to say that Bianca immediately knows she's being followed. Maybe she'd suspected when he'd been detached instead of pouting. Or maybe not. She was bubbling over with excitement over her work assignment, because Bianca is unfortunately a workaholic.
Does she know it's him? It's hard to say, but at the very least, she's got that prickly feeling on the back of her neck like she's got eyes on her and that's just a skill any competent journalist would have.
Still. He gets a text! ]
Well, I think I've already got a stalker, so pretty spicy! How're you?
he shouldn't be surprised, but he finds himself instinctively looking back up at her, before drawing his face a bit lower. he really should have wore a hat too, huh. (no) but, he does turn his back, pretending to be enamored by a nearby shop window, as he shoots off another text. ]
do i have to come by and tell them youre spoken for already you have a very nice fishie kidnapper waiting for you at home
[ ... and she successfully knocks him straight in the nose.
he can already smell the hint of copper, and the way it's dripping down. he instantly draws his hand up to cover his face. ] Urk— It's me! [ what happened to sonar recognition... communication by whale sounds. ]
You said you thought someone was following you. Who would just hit their devoted fishie like that? [ realistically, if he thought about this for a moment, it would probably make complete sense, but… listen.
he thought they had that fish to fish connection. minus one fish.
but, he does hold his head back slightly, as if trying to reverse the flow of blood. in reality, now he just feels like he can taste it.
also, are they probably creating a spectacle of themselves? absolutely… ]
[ despite the obvious bleeding from his nose, he does think it does feel nice for her to show the care she does. y'know even as he's definitely going to remember this for the next few days. a fish's grudge runs deep. (no)
he moves his hand to hold hers steady and in place. ]
What happened to, y'know, like a journalist's spidey senses?
[ except, instead of smelling a scoop, you can tell your boyfriend is tailing after you??? ] Also, why do these napkins smell like... cilantro?
[ he sniffles as if to further accentuate his point. in reality, he really only smells cilantro and copper from his own blood. but, he does admittedly enjoy her fussing over him, even if... this is the cost of that attention. ]
That's like me showing up to a pie contest and I don't know, making jellyfish pancakes. [ it's not the same is his point. in reality, he's just pouting that she didn't recognize him, even when he was... in fact, hiding from her. make it make sense. ]
which is unfortunate. or so he thinks, even if he would absolutely use the same techniques and probably has to elicit this guilt to begin with. ] … [ he squeezes her hand lightly. tilting his head back briefly, before looking back at her. ]
That's unfair. [ he finally places his hand back down, at least the blood seems to have stopped for now. instead he uses his now cilantro-smelling hands to gently block her eyes from his vision. ]
You know, two can play that game. [ but, for the record, she does win, if his shoulders slumping just slightly is any indication to that. that doesn't mean, he's forgotten this transgression, though!! wait until he gets to hog all the hot water at the hotel. ]
[ the worst thing is, he'd just let the hot water run and not even use it... they can just take cold baths together.
when his hands are pulled out of the way, she can probably see he isn't that upset anymore at least. especially, not when he hears what she has to say next. ] ... [ he does look off to the side, though. ] You know, you could have just led with that.
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work trip...
it's clear he had other plans.
he follows her on the next flight, and utilizing the handiness of modern gps amongst peering over her social media, he finds her exact location. he's wearing sunglasses and dark colored shirt to blend in with the crowd, as he sends off a single text message. ]
hey cutie hows work?
[ yeaaah, he's playing it cool fr. (he's not) ]
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Does she know it's him? It's hard to say, but at the very least, she's got that prickly feeling on the back of her neck like she's got eyes on her and that's just a skill any competent journalist would have.
Still. He gets a text! ]
Well, I think I've already got a stalker, so pretty spicy! How're you?
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he shouldn't be surprised, but he finds himself instinctively looking back up at her, before drawing his face a bit lower. he really should have wore a hat too, huh. (no) but, he does turn his back, pretending to be enamored by a nearby shop window, as he shoots off another text. ]
do i have to come by and tell them youre spoken for already
you have a very nice fishie kidnapper waiting for you at home
[ is he really keeping this up... #continuity ]
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That's suuuuuuper convincing!
If it gets you here, though, I wouldn't mind...
[ It's fine, she's not looking directly at him. ]
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then if you reeeally want me there...
you gotta use the spell
[ which is... ( rafayel voice ) tadoba ulala guruguru wukaka pili pala guruguru glubblub popoposh blublubun
the question is does bianca remember this... ]
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Welp, see you in a week!
[ She remembers it. Ironically.
But she ain't saying that. ]
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are you really gonna be okay with not seeing me for a weeeek
[ insert heartbroken artsy birb emoji. ]
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1/2
i think theres still a lot to enjoy
like your gums? [ what happened to her teeth... ]
but okaaay lets say the faeries are feeling extra generous today
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and just like that he's walking up behind her and trying to cover her eyes with his hands. ]
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he can already smell the hint of copper, and the way it's dripping down. he instantly draws his hand up to cover his face. ] Urk— It's me! [ what happened to sonar recognition... communication by whale sounds. ]
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What the hell, Bubbles?! Oh geez, did I break your nose?? Hold on, I've got napkins--
[ way to go, team. ]
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he thought they had that fish to fish connection. minus one fish.
but, he does hold his head back slightly, as if trying to reverse the flow of blood. in reality, now he just feels like he can taste it.
also, are they probably creating a spectacle of themselves? absolutely… ]
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[ She does have. Napkins. Wads of napkins, from the last food stall she ate at, so. She's going to be pressing them under his nose. Whoops. ]
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he moves his hand to hold hers steady and in place. ]
What happened to, y'know, like a journalist's spidey senses?
[ except, instead of smelling a scoop, you can tell your boyfriend is tailing after you??? ] Also, why do these napkins smell like... cilantro?
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[ Calmly, even as she holds her hand still. Not that she needs to, with Rafayel gripping it. ]
Also I'm not a spider, so I have nooooo idea what that means. It's enough that I could tell I was being followed, right?
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[ he sniffles as if to further accentuate his point. in reality, he really only smells cilantro and copper from his own blood. but, he does admittedly enjoy her fussing over him, even if... this is the cost of that attention. ]
That's like me showing up to a pie contest and I don't know, making jellyfish pancakes. [ it's not the same is his point. in reality, he's just pouting that she didn't recognize him, even when he was... in fact, hiding from her. make it make sense. ]
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[ Oh, she's even toeing the ground sadly with one foot. Absolutely shameless.
Truthfully, she can't tell if he's more offended that she whacked him or that she didn't realize it was him following her. ]
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which is unfortunate. or so he thinks, even if he would absolutely use the same techniques and probably has to elicit this guilt to begin with. ] … [ he squeezes her hand lightly. tilting his head back briefly, before looking back at her. ]
Depends. [ how are you making it up to him… ]
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[ You're really going to make her keep looking like a petulant kicked puppy?? Raf??? ]
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You know, two can play that game. [ but, for the record, she does win, if his shoulders slumping just slightly is any indication to that. that doesn't mean, he's forgotten this transgression, though!! wait until he gets to hog all the hot water at the hotel. ]
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But she does tug at his hands to free her vision, pouting lightly. ]
At any rate, I am happy to see you!
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when his hands are pulled out of the way, she can probably see he isn't that upset anymore at least. especially, not when he hears what she has to say next. ] ... [ he does look off to the side, though. ] You know, you could have just led with that.
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[ She's delicate!!
(Is she) ]
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