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[became]

"The cure for boredom is curiosity.
There is no cure for curiosity."

[ neal's not quite back to his fighting weight, but he looks a whole lot better (and a whole lot less crazy, natch) than his last network outing.

he's also fussing with the cuffs on his devore, because you never go to battle without your best armor, right?

metaphorical, of course. ]

Wise words from a wise lady. [ and now with a slowy flip, he sets a fedora on his head and gives the camera a smile that's lovely lovely lovely and just a bit barbed. ] Résumé seemed apt, too, but a little dark given the occasion.

So, how was the month off, Tranquility? --and welcome to the new additions, of course. Watch out for Kardashians.

[ neal stop telling the ren faire kardashians are a horrible demon from your world, son, it's not as funny as you think.

also: one more hat flip because he can and we're out, tq. welcome back to the airwaves. ]

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[jilt]

Lovely. Come at your leisure, it'll take me but a minute to change.

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[became]

I'll go round up Peter.

action!!!! also fuck your subject lines i also need to pee on this post more properly.

[suit]

[ and thus did neal round up peter after a game of peek-a-boo for ally makes this action starter however she wants and he's just walking along being led by neal which is weird. very weird. i am sleepy i don't want to do this action spam starter why did i volunteeeer. THERE WASN'T EVEN A CUTE PEETA!!!

oh right back on track sup at your door and fuck bitches peter says: ]

Miss Adler. [ sup gurl open the door for the merry adventurers. ]

YES COME CLEAN UP AFTER NEAL PETER

[became]

[ neal, for his part, is playing up the 'revenge! torture in return' angle; it's easier than dealing with how this all actually matters , that if these two somehow ...don't like each other, he'd be torn on choosing which way to cleave.

after moz-- after being left, first in this pattern-- he's not sure how to handle that, so he simply ignores the idea out of hand and maybe stews a bit before just shoving them into this. ]

Manners. She's going to eat you alive, Peter. [ and okay, some genuine glee. ]

LMFAO THIS ENTIRE THREAD.

[jilt]

[ and so this is him. this is the man neal cares for so deeply, and irene takes a moment to appraise him, tapping a finger against her lips while she takes the measure of him. there's a smile playing across sher lips as she swoops up onto the very tips of her toes, drawing him down to kiss his cheek.

in victorian society it had been unspeakably forward, he caused people to whisper and stare and weren't this stage women intolerable, such harlots. irene doesn't miss that. ]

Peter. It's so good to meet you.

[ the glee in neal's voice widens her smile, and she only lets go of peter to embrace neal, kiss the corner of his mouth and she's missed him, though she won't say it in so many words. ]

Don't scare him before I've had a chance to.

[ it's a half-hearted admonishment, because irene does love her reputation. ]

THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU GO TO BED EARLY, EPPY.

[suit]

[ in an abstract sort of way, she reminds him of el. she's around the same height and peter would be lying if once upon a time, playful as anything, el had looked at him like that before doing the same thing.

it's forward in victorian society but all it serves to do is make peter smile with a bit of fondness. it's a little uncomfortable, because she's not el no matter how much she reminds him of her, but she is also neal's friend and well that always does pose its own sort of problems. ]

Likewise. Neal told me plenty of things about you.

[ peter can't help but raise an eyebrow at the exchange between irene and neal. they're friends, but neal's friends tend to be pain in the asses for peter and— he should give her a chance. ]

I'm starting to feel like an unsuspecting lamb being led to the lion's den.

[became]

[ neal presses a kiss back, touching her waist lightly and tapping out something quick--

if it's 'missed you' in morse code, well no one said anything, did they?--

and then backing away with a little bow at the waist, natural and easy like it's something actual people do, because he's gotten more pretentious since peter last saw him. ]

I told you he was smart.

[ that's sotto voice to irene, and then he raises the bottle of wine, still held in one hand. ] I'll pour, you two... get to know each other.

[jilt]

[ neal delights her. that's so obviously clear on her face, from the moment he kisses her to the bow and the tap of his fingers is secret, private, but of course irene knows morse code, of course, because how else do you pass messages in utter secrecy? ]

I'm no lion, Mister Burke.

[ i'm something far more dangerous indeed ]

Please, sit. I want to know all about you.

[ the immediate, painful comparison that comes to mind is that peter is neal's watson. he's a lawman, she can tell just from his posture, but it's more than that. she draws him down beside her, fingers slipping over the shine of his wedding band, appraising. after three of her own, she's never put much stock in such things. ]