Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7497475-20131129084612/@comment-7497475-20131210022241

She smilied back, thinking of the perfect place. Noir walked ahead.

"I know the perfect spot, they have both accommodation and drinks. Quite the winning combination really. They are, err, two blocks from here. Not a bad place, well, as long as you don't mind it being pink. This crazy girl that goes around the city painting struck it one time. Quite strange really, not sure why she's like that. Anyway, reasonable price and some good service."

''This guy, Torrent. He knows what I do. He knows why I do it. Hell, he was even there while I was doing it. He's different.''

Thinking quickly, Noir realised she enjoyed spending a bit of time with him. Trying to shake the feeling, it stuck fast. Then it occured to her.

Torrent doesn't care what I do.

Looking at him, she mulled over the thought. Someone that she could enjoy being around, and still be her. It felt odd to her, but the change was nice. Her smile changed, Noir would never of noticed but there was something extra in it now.

"Come on, it's just up here."

She passed him a slip of paper, her number on it.

"Drinks are on me this time"