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Posted by vampyremage on Aug 12, 2010 10:18:08 GMT -6
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There were times when Meld wished she were better at reading people and this was one of those times. Even when reading the expressions of people who looked completely normal she had difficulties, but with someone like Sara who's expressions were not normal at all, it was basically impossible. That being the case, she was forced to take the other woman at her word. Though perhaps that wasn't entirely a bad thing.
"Don't worry, I had no intentions of waving catnip in front of you," Meld answered with a smirk. It was an amusing thought, but Sara was a mutant and clearly above such demeaning treatment. "I would probably do the same if someone treated me that way." Which no one had yet, thankfully, perhaps due to the fact that she actually looked like she could disembowel anyone who happened to try.
Meld was beginning to finish up her food which meant that it was probably time to leave shortly. "It has been a pleasure to meet you properly, Sara. She dug into her pocket and found a card. The card advertised Mutant Help and had Meld's name and cell phone number on it. She attempted to hand it to the cat girl. "I realize you're in no need of mutant help, but if you ever want to do this again or have any other reason to contact me, that's got my number on it."
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Posted by WereCat on Sept 2, 2010 14:00:34 GMT -6
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Aug 31, 2017 18:09:18 GMT -6
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It seemed that their meal was coming to an end. Meld stood, and pulled out a card. Handing it to Sara. Sara skimmed the name and the reasoning for it, then took a moment to memorize the number. "Well you never know." Sara said with a shrug. "I do have my days that I have a lot of trouble getting around if you don't mind. We can still make is a social visit." Sara was thinking of the days where she went blind for a few hours straight. She still had trouble turning her new ability on and off. Company was nice on those days. small talk was a good distraction.
"Hold on." Sara didn't have a business card that looked as nice as this one but she had a pen and a place mat. She swiftly wrote her name out in slanted even letters, then her cell phone number right below. The place mat was ripped with a thumb claw, into a rectangle. There. the next best thing to a business card. "My cell phone number." Sara said holding out the piece of paper. "Should you wish to do this again, or should you find yourself in need of help, yourself."
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