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Post by Lynx Cassidy on Jan 9, 2008 21:39:00 GMT
 As much as Lynx liked causing fully fledged chaos, mayhem and general anarchy, he wasn't above pettier forms of bad behaviour... Like, saaay maybe waltzing brightly into a Jana tea house and insisting on settling himself at a table and drinking ice tea. Dressed as usual (read as: inappropriately) for the occasion in a low cut black tank top, tight jeans and topped off with a jumble of trinkety necklaces (most stolen, bribed or gambled from various unfortunate souls), face a picture of innocence and a smile that wouldn't melt butter.
Apart from the deliberate choice of clothes, the mischievous grin and glittering dark eyes may have said that Lynx was finding more pleasure in this outing than just the ice tea. With his little finger held daintily out, Lynx lifted the pretty little china cup to his lips again, deliberately ignoring the glances shot in his direction - apparently no one was fooled by his over exaggerated manners - his dark eyes turning up from where they'd been coyly (er.. yeah) glancing down into his cup as the door to the Tearoom opened. |
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