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Date & Time: 6/30
Location: Room 106
Characters: Morgana & Ashraf
Summary: ashraf drops by to offer coffee to a lady he's pretty sure hates him, whom he hasn't seen in like 3 months. always an excellent plan.
Warnings: n/a!

[ He hasn't seen her since he got here. It's possible, he supposes, that the Initiative's records are out of date, and she isn't around anymore. It had been easy enough to charm her room number out of some poor bookkeeper, but wouldn't that be just fitting if she wasn't even there anymore? He's tried not to make it a habit, letting people slip away from him, but sometimes it's impossible to avoid.

Well, with luck, morbid thoughts like that won't have any place here. He shuffles both warm paper cups to one side (one in hand, the other tucked between rain-damp sleeve and rain-damp robe-front), and knocks with the hand that's been freed up.

With a little more luck, she likes coffee. ]

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You know nothing about me. [ she settles on a chair, coffee in her hands and a look upon her face.

try again ashraf, she totally doesn't believe you. ]

[ and he looks not at all bothered by that! still. ]

Maybe that's what I meant. Caring about a stranger doesn't cost me anything, after all.

[ you will NOT WIN THIS ONE, MORGANA ]

[ YES SHE WILL!! YOU DON'T KNOW THE DEPTHS OF PENDRAGON STUBBONNESS!!!

a scoff. ]

It could. [ she takes a sip of coffee, gaze not once leaving ashraf's face. ] What if I were plotting your death?

[ he only manages to look amused at the suggestion ]

Are you?

[ now answer, she just takes another drink.

what do you think? ]

[ His grin grows, but he buries it in another sip of his own drink. Onto the more important question, then: ]

How do you like it?

[ coffee is good, eh??? ]

[ morgana hums, shrugging lightly. ]

It is quite bitter.

[ He's not dead, so he's going to go with that having been a correct threat analysis. (Not that he'd be too worried, either way.) Brightly: ] You can add sugar! Or cream. Or both, really.

[ doesn't mean you're safe!!!!! he can keep his assumption truthfully, because she is not going to admit to anything. ever. ]

Sugar and cream. [ the things you people put into your drinks, it is most odd. ]

No need, I enjoy bitter drinks.

Well, then you really have the right drink. [ He tips his cup toward her in a lazy little salute. ] It's from the cafe on [street!!], if you're ever looking for more.

[ she gives him a tight smile, shielding her face with her cup to take another drink. she is still trying to figure him out, believing there to be more to his visit than apparent concern and coffee. ]

I shall remember, should I desire more coffee.

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