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 Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2022 7:08 am
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Oh my goodness, she's French!? Hearing her accent makes him adore her even more. Rapha couldn't help but sigh in silence as he stood upon this-- goddess. He didn't mind how tall she was. 'Ain't towering trees beautiful when gazing at them in awe?' But exaggerations aside. Ultimately, this lady here felt like a wildcard, well.. the approachable types, that is.
As they would stroll closer to the bar area, Rapha just can't drag his eyes out from her bouncing locks. Is it even hair? It's hard to tell as if they looked edible for some random thought he deems unclear.
"Good evening, I would like some blood vodka, please. And a Hapsburg Blackberry, uhh.. Balsamic Black for the lady." He addressed to the bartender. Rapha would then give a nod and a closed-eyed smile before facing her again.
"So uhm, what's your name? ---I'm Raphael, but you can just call me Rapha. --Oh and, I'm a doctor. If you have any health problems related to your vision, hearing, taste or smell, I'm your guy." Rapha would then reach his business card to his acquaintance. The card provides his full name, profession, and the location of his clinic (along with the time and schedule details).
The way Raphael talks to her is not the formal kind as such gentlemen would. He is more of a casual, non-formal talker. Tho he always keeps that smile on his face and tries not to show his fangs to not freak people out. ~By the way, um.. you don't happen to have a boyfriend, do you? Rapha followed the question with a little nervous look from around their vicinity. Since he is not the type to point his nose on ladies that already have an intimate relationship with others.
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PROFILE
OUTFIT:
Winter - Casual
WHERE:
Saisons de Amour
WITH:
A smexy gummy haired lady~
THOUGHTS:
"I'm going to have fun socializing. LOL"
RELATIONSHIP STATUS:
Single
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2022 7:09 am
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2022 5:36 pm
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 ____________________ ❤ OOC: -- // ❤ Profile: Here // ❤ Mood: Curious // ❤ Wearing: You said 'formal', right? // ❤ Money: Nunya.She followed a few feet behind the stranger to the bar with a slowish stroll, still keeping her eye on the occasional piece of eye candy she might make herself available to should this one in particular fall through. She was well aware of his wandering shark eyes near her face, his peripherals didn't hide much from a woman that knew where to look. Either way, she didn't care. She knew what she was about and was confident in the way she held herself.
Once they reached the bar, she crossed both arms over the wooden ledge and planted her cleavage on them somewhat intentionally. Her brow cocked at the concoction he chose in response to her request and, in seeing 'Absinthe' reflect off the label as the bartender poured a short amount, slightly scrunched her petite nose. She was never a fan of the licorice flavored drink, and it certainly wasn't what she would define as 'dark' except in color in this instance, but she would give it a chance. If anything, she was more surprised they supplied something so out of the ordinary... Maybe an old bottle that sat on the shelf for too long from some rich slick.
She turned her chin, sending a flow of pink locks down her back. Rapha. An interesting choice for a full name like Raphael; normally they stopped at the 'h'. Immediately she thought to the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. She clicked her tongue off the roof of her mouth and pursed her plush, glossy pink lips, hardly reaching forward to pluck the card between two of his fingers. A doctor, hm? He introduced himself more like a business man. There was a short glance to the back, then the front of the card before she dropped it to the bar top in front of her and flicked those curious, predatory red eyes back up to him. "Candy.ღ" There was a quiet 'thmp' beside her elbow. "Cinnamon if it fancies you~." Either was acceptable, she hadn't been called the latter since moving to Soleil.
There was a soft snort to her voice as she lifted the glass first to her nose, then to her lips. It smelled sweet with a splash of vinegar. Balsamic... Was there actually vinegar in this? She tried not to show the confusion of the thought. "And suppose I do?" Amusing. She tipped the glass back against her lips, her eyes boring into him without a wavering moment. Would he panic? ____________________  |
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