Hit me with your sweet love, steal me with a kiss

[affections]

Date & Time: various.
Location: various.
Characters: Jules & whatever poor soul she inflicts herself on. Lisbeth, Stanley, Pepper, Vanadi & Jim, more to be added through the next couple of weeks.
Summary: EVERYTHING and just trying to avoid spamming the log comm tbh
Warnings: Jules. Morning after glow, possible discussion of people eating and death. (Not... in the same thread. I hope...)
Note: Prose or action are totally cool with me, answer with whatever you prefer noble threaders. Thread starters will be added in the comments.

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[And Saul would usually respond with some ridiculous flirtation of his own, some smartass comment about how dreamy Jesse is or the like, but Julia's choice of wording makes his expression soften further.

Jesse has so many people who care about him. Too many, maybe.

He nods.]

I am. And I will.

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Good. Otherwise I'm sure something dreadful would befall anyone who harmed him, and surely none of us want it to come to that.

( See how bright and cheery she is!


No but seriously she's eat their faces. It's a good thing she's so good at seeming ridiculous and over the top at all times. )

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[Hey!

Guess who suddenly looks a little nauseated!

If Julia were to feel out Saul's emotions at this exact point in time, she'd be slammed with a Walter White-shaped wall of fear. He tries to play it off like it's the threat that has him worried, though, and uneasily (and theatrically — look, see, he's so worried it's almost comical) wrings his hands.]

Of course we don't.

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Mr. Goodman.

( her expression is concerned. She saw that nausea, sir, the rang wringing, and lays her hand over his again. It's tempting to invade his emotions again, but she's not entirely sure what it would achieve, if anything. Maybe it wouldn't hurt. )

Would tea be better than coffee? As a daughter of Mother England, I can assure you I brew leaves to perfection.

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[Tea is never better than coffee. Not in England, not anywhere on planet Earth, nowhere in the universe.

He looks down, staring at her hand for a moment, his own unmoving. He takes this opportunity to swallow hard and silently yell at himself for wearing his heart on his sleeve again, then glances back up with a perfectly intact smile, and nods.]

Sure. Maybe you'll be the one to convert me.

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You'd be surprised how many people say that.

( Jules: a fan of ambiguous phrasing. Especially when it's teamed up with a roguish wink. )

So, Mr. Goodman. Are you a lawyer in our fair city, as well, or do you find-- other ways to fill the time?

( Julia, stop )

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[She really needs to quit it. Saul has a date tonight, and now he can't even remember why he came here in the first place. Something about Jesse...?]

I'm as much a lawyer as this lawless city will allow me to be. But I'm very good at filling my time in other ways as well — I'm over in the Department of Initiative-Transport Relations most days. I work for Tony Stark and Miss Potts, too.

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( But isn't that the fun of life, Saul? Being impul-- no let's just quietly distract her with something )

That sounds incredibly taxing.

( Such a sigh, as she slides his coffee over to him. ) You'll have to make time in your schedule to come and visit us again, so I can make sure you do try tea.

( A moment, so can smooth her sheet, and she grabs her own coffee. ) Oh, I love Mr. Stark and Miss Potts. They're two of my favourites.

( Jules, again, ambiguity of tone is not ideal... )

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I think I can manage that.

[Saul always has time for pretty women who give him coffee. He takes the cup, sips, smiles.]

Ditto.

[Especially Pepper.



NO REALLY WHY IS HE HERE]

And what do you do? To fill the time, I mean.

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You see, I knew I could rely on you to have impeccable taste.

( For both saying he will come back, and that he likes Tony and Pepper.

Oh. She grins, shrugging a little. Lightly: ) A number of variations on nakedness and drinking, mostly.

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You sound like my kinda gal.

[But what he's wondering now if that means she works at the brothel or not, because he'd certainly remember seeing her before...]

Would that explain the sheet-toga, then?