lanselos_du_lac | [Open Post] ..Tuesday afternoon..

Lancelot feels that things have been a strange mix of tumult and routine. This is probably because they have. But today, so far, is routine in all respects. His day has proceeded apace through his usual steps -- drills, tending to Rivelin, coffee, lunch with Susan -- and the afternoon is now stretching out before him in a very satisfying way. He feels good, settled.

And so it is that he's in the café, reading (or mostly reading), with more coffee at hand. Given that he seems to be splitting time equally between having his eyes on his book and gazing out the window, he will not be bothered if anyone comes to chat.

Current Mood: relaxed

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futaille

Grantaire at least keeps his eyes on the ball now, although he is of course very aware of Lancelot's presence so extremely nearby. He doesn't even bother pretending at solemnity in his expression, smiling even as his words make the attempt. "Goodness, that could be nearly anything, then."

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lanselos_du_lac

"I suppose it could be," he allows. "But it isn't."

From:

futaille

"Oh, interesting." He manages to trigger a multiball. "Ha! Oh. Right. Could you narrow it down for me? Maybe a hint." He keeps playing.

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lanselos_du_lac

He laughs, momentarily distracted, "That is where I stand to improve. Multiball." But then a moment later he says, very offhandedly, "Primarily, at the moment, 'tis my interest in thee."

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futaille

"Multiball is an excellent points generator. Improvement in it would definitely help your quest." He grins. "Of course, as your interest in pinball is not the subject of discussion presently, I am woefully off-topic. Or if I am the topic, is it possible for me to be off-topic? Well, if anyone can find a way..."

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lanselos_du_lac

"Oh, certainly, 'tis thee. I believe that, sincerely."

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futaille

He's back down to one ball at this point, which he manages to capture for a bit in the crook of a lifted paddle, which grants him the chance to grin up at Lancelot. "Good of you to recognize it, sir."

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lanselos_du_lac

"Isn't it?" The grin is smug, flirtatious. Actually pretty bold, for Lancelot.

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futaille

"Unmatched powers of observation, clearly." His grin, while still certainly not lacking flirtatiousness of its own, grows impish. "Now observe me continue my mission to make your quest more difficult." And then he turns back to the game, releasing the paddle button and hitting it again in quick succession to put the ball back into play.

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lanselos_du_lac

"Do go on," he says, "I like to see what thou'rt capable of."

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futaille

He keeps playing, grinning down at the table. "Capable of in pinball, I'm assuming?"

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lanselos_du_lac

"Mm, for now," chuckling. "I'll determine the rest later."

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futaille

"Oh, I'll certainly look forward to that," he says right as he misses the next ball. Still, though, thanks to the multiball, he's in a good spot as he launches the next one.

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lanselos_du_lac

"I certainly hope thou dost." He shifts to turn and eye Grantaire's score. "I shall have to try harder to distract thee-- thou'rt on a quest to make mine own more challenging."