[RP] The Inn of Peace - IoP (Open to all)

[Angeles Valentine]

"If I had you wouldn't know," she said watching him eat the chocolate before taking the canister and throwing it away, "that is why you haven't seen me around during the night lately, though I must say I'm getting better. If it weren't for Gren's memories I don't think I would be able to pull it off at all."

She stopped and turned around and smacked MacPere upside the head lightly, "I was supposed to give that to you for that one night," she said with mock annoyance.  

[MacPere]

"Hey-- Ow! ... What one night?" MacPere whined, continuing to nibble at the fudge as a child would, eating the treat n** by n** to preserve it, even if it did sacrifice the flavour's impact somewhat.  

[Angeles Valentine]

Angeles lifted and eyebrow and switched the weight from one foot to the other as she folded her arms, "the night you informed Gren that you had been thinking of leaving him," her expression was serious for a while before she smiled deviously, "but it seems that all of that is behind you two."  

[MacPere]

"Oh..." MacPere scratched his jaw and groaned, hanging his head. "That really wasn't the best judgment on my part, but I've always believed in honesty..."

He lifted his gaze and met Angeles' eyes, looking almost saddened. "Did you see the look on his face? He... His eyes welled up. His eyes welled up. Over me."  

[Angeles Valentine]

Angeles' smile faded slightly and she nodded, "I told you that you were the only thing he had left. That you had given him something he had never been given before," she reached up and tapped two fingers to her temple. Gren's memories were hers as well now, "I'm very glad to see you two happy together."  

[MacPere]

"Thank you. Or maybe you are only happy as you now..." MacPere polished off his fudge and lifted his hands into the air, wiggling his fingers in a ghostly motion. "A part of Grenciaaa~ Wooo~"  

[Angeles Valentine]

Angeles' devious smile returned and she stepped forward and slid a hand around his waist and tilted his chin up using only the back of her finger, "or is it that Gren is now a part of me? Hm?" she looked seductively into his eyes and smiled only slightly revealing her fangs.  

[MacPere]

MacPere returned the hold around her waist with an equal smirk, leaning in and narrowing his eyes. "Ah, as attractive as you are, dearest, I couldn't. You may be 'a part of Gren' but, I love, and lust after, the real thing."

He leaned back again and patted her cheek with a chuckle, not completely surprised by the temperature of her skin. "Maybe next time~"  

[Angeles Valentine]

Angeles laughed, "aw, you didn't even react this time," she said, taking a step back and leaning against the counter. She smiled, her eyes sparkling, "I don't desire to have any fun with you, Macpere, in the same way that you and Gren have fun. My goal is only to get you to blush as you have gotten me to do three times now."  

[MacPere]

"Playing my own game against me shan't work, my dear~" MacPere laughed, taking another piece of fudge. "Try harder - be inventive. It is a feat to make me blush any other way than Grencia is an expert in. I can only wish you good luck." He gave a toast with the fudge before taking a bite and savouring its flavour.  

[Angeles Valentine]

"Don't tempt me," she said in a low voice flashing a dangerous smile, "I've been around a long while and I know a few things that may just make your head spin. But I'd prefer not to be beaten over the head with a saxophone case again," she watched him take a bite of the fudge and looked over at the trays again. There were only a few foods that she could remember the taste of, chocolate, and therefore fudge, was not one of them. She hummed and tilted her head as she looked at them before standing away from the counter and looked around for something to do.  

[MacPere]

"Ha, especially not with his new one. He dotes upon that instrument more than he does me~" MacPere yawned lightly and walked to the main room, tucking in the stray chairs.  

[Angeles Valentine]

Angele smirked and decided that she had helped enough and fished a bottle of blood from the cupboard. She walked out and saw MacPere cleaning before she moved to her now elaborately carved table and set the bottle and a glass on the top of it before pouring herself some of the thick red liquid.  

[MacPere]

MacPere walked to the bar and picked up a cloth, dampening it under the tap. He then walked to each of the tables and wiped them down, humming a tune under his breath, reminding him of an earlier comment.

"... Angeles?" He questioned with a hint of amusement, attempting to repress his smile as he continued to clean.  

[Angeles Valentine]

"Yes MacPere?" she answered, turning around and sitting on her table as she took a drink of the blood. She was beginning to feel guilt watching MacPere clean the tables. When she was done with the blood she would start helping again. Perhaps she could figure out how to use the vacuum...