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Jeanne d'Arc
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the up | 054 | apt. #1

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[likeavierge]

[maybe there will be circumstances where she will recognize him by his dick, just sayin]

Stranger things have happened in this city.

In any case, I no longer have a problem with you, so even if we did meet, it would be fine. [—except for the fact she is almost certainly going to remember his dick pic at that time.] That... settles it, I suppose.

[because she has no idea how to introduce herself by name, here.]

[stoneup]

...right, well. I'm glad to hear it.

A pity that we didn't meet under better circumstances.

[likeavierge]

We could pretend this never happened.

[stoneup]

And...what, schedule a meetup?

[likeavierge]

[she is so unprepared for this.]

What

[stoneup]

you know

if you'd like to start over.

[likeavierge]

[how did this

happen?

and is she seriously... considering it? think about it. is she going to meet up with someone whose dick she just saw? is that how things work? and she said she'd forget about it so]

I would.

That's all right with me.

[stoneup]

i think that you at least get to pick where we meet up.

[likeavierge]

[is he fucking serious?!

is this, like, a date or something?]

I'm actually not too good with things like that, so it's fine with me if you choose.

[aha.]

[stoneup]

then i'm just going to be a boring asshole and suggest the place i work.

[Fortunately for her, PECS has good food and also handsome husbands.]

[likeavierge]

[if he

only knew...

she's not going to stop blushing if she goes there, is she.]

Which is?

[stoneup]

Peaches et Cream. It's a ... cafe?

[Kind of.]

[likeavierge]

Ah, it sounds French! That's wonderful.

[and just like that, +1 point to trevor.]

[stoneup]

oh, probably.

i never did learn French.

[likeavierge]

You're missing out.

[stoneup]

ended up with other priorities, alas.

[likeavierge]

[priorities like photographing his dick]

Well, I would enjoy going to a French cafe. It will remind me of my home country.

[stoneup]

[Ah, so more interesting information about her.]

and when are we going?

[likeavierge]

I thought I told you I wasn’t good with things like that... Usually I’m in the Down helping out with charities, so any time should be possible.

[stoneup]

[LOOK, he thought she might have a job or a life or anything, SORRY.]

then i suppose i'll just ... drop by and ask for the French lady.

[likeavierge]

[working for the charities is her job? jeez, trevor. but, yeah, she doesn't have much of a life...]

You can't just drop by if I don't tell you the name of where I'll be.

[is he stupid...]

[stoneup]

[Yes, he's dumb.]

i figured i'd just ask around.

[See? Dumb.]

[likeavierge]

[ah, well. consider that matter solved.]

I don't know how small you think the Down is...

I'm Jeanne. At least say that, when you're asking.

[stoneup]

Jeanne.

i'm Trevor. Trevor Belmont.

and i admit, i don't frequent the Down all that much.

[likeavierge]

[does she say "it's nice to meet you" or "the pleasure is all mine"? somehow, normal greetings don't seem right when a picture of his dick is involved with the conversation.]

Yes, Jeanne d'Arc.

[she doesn't like adding on that part, but figures it's the polite thing to do.]

The Down is even larger than the Up, Trevor Belmont. I should give you the address. Here.

[she sends over a photo of the headquarters for a charity organization's branch in the down—the sign has the address lettered on it. it's worn-down, dismal, and has seen better days, but there are fresh, colorful flowers planted beside the building.]