Post by Jay on Jun 23, 2007 18:42:49 GMT -5
Well…Endul would be safe with that second thought. Hell, people tended not to WALK near him, let alone keep their hands to themselves.
And on any other day- with any other person- she’d probably be missing a few fingers and probably all of her teeth if she’d tried such a stunt on him. Not a very touchee-feely kind of guy, our Cane.
After the words had forced themselves out of his mouth- common sense had warned him against offering his home to yet another ‘friend’, but he just couldn’t help himself- he’d inwardly cringed, expecting some kind of violent response. True, he wouldn’t be devastated if Endul demanded that he never come near her again; he was used to such things. He’d been around for too long not to be familiar with the bloody knife that was rejection. Over the years, he’d been pissed on, kicked around, spat on, jerked around and fooled. The old mobster was not going to let himself get too open.
Ever.
…But hell, he really wasn’t expecting THIS. “Ohh” and a smile? Wow. The night was just so full of surprises.
“If you wouldn’t mind sharing Lola with Dallas’ kids, you could certainly bring her with you.” Cane replied. His face was stuck in its normal little mask, but those silver eyes were absolutely bursting with surprise.
And a little bit of respect. It took some person to accept help when it’s offered. And if it’s one thing that The Bolt liked in a person, it was a little bit of humility.
“Endul, just as my club is, my home is open to you as long as you like.” A true smile broke free across his face, and he held out a hand for her to shake, as if she were a prized business partner in the making. He paused for a moment before continuing. “But I have to warn you; I take clients in after hours. They aren’t very…welcoming to new faces, but I assure you, your stay will be pleasant. You’ll have everything you need, and if you’d like, I can arrange for a car to pick you up at a time of your choice.”
He was speaking like he would to a client or partner, he knew, but…well, it was the only way he knew how. Hopefully she wouldn’t be offended.
Or freaked out. C’mon now; immortal mobster? Penitent murderer? There was just a /bit/ of a freak out factor stuck in there somewhere.
And on any other day- with any other person- she’d probably be missing a few fingers and probably all of her teeth if she’d tried such a stunt on him. Not a very touchee-feely kind of guy, our Cane.
After the words had forced themselves out of his mouth- common sense had warned him against offering his home to yet another ‘friend’, but he just couldn’t help himself- he’d inwardly cringed, expecting some kind of violent response. True, he wouldn’t be devastated if Endul demanded that he never come near her again; he was used to such things. He’d been around for too long not to be familiar with the bloody knife that was rejection. Over the years, he’d been pissed on, kicked around, spat on, jerked around and fooled. The old mobster was not going to let himself get too open.
Ever.
…But hell, he really wasn’t expecting THIS. “Ohh” and a smile? Wow. The night was just so full of surprises.
“If you wouldn’t mind sharing Lola with Dallas’ kids, you could certainly bring her with you.” Cane replied. His face was stuck in its normal little mask, but those silver eyes were absolutely bursting with surprise.
And a little bit of respect. It took some person to accept help when it’s offered. And if it’s one thing that The Bolt liked in a person, it was a little bit of humility.
“Endul, just as my club is, my home is open to you as long as you like.” A true smile broke free across his face, and he held out a hand for her to shake, as if she were a prized business partner in the making. He paused for a moment before continuing. “But I have to warn you; I take clients in after hours. They aren’t very…welcoming to new faces, but I assure you, your stay will be pleasant. You’ll have everything you need, and if you’d like, I can arrange for a car to pick you up at a time of your choice.”
He was speaking like he would to a client or partner, he knew, but…well, it was the only way he knew how. Hopefully she wouldn’t be offended.
Or freaked out. C’mon now; immortal mobster? Penitent murderer? There was just a /bit/ of a freak out factor stuck in there somewhere.