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Post by eleonore badisa on May 20, 2013 0:37:39 GMT -5
The woman nods knowingly. "I'm sure many a reporter has walked away knowing less about you than they did before." She's familiar with the experience, although the press have long since given up on attempting to contact her for inquiries as to business or her personal life -- 'Eleonore Badisa is a strange woman' is their final report on her, and she is perfectly fine with the image.
Eleonore shakes her head in mock dismay. "High standards, hm?" Her eyes return to her manicured fingernails. "What do you look for in a woman, then -- or a partner in general, if you don't wish to be limited to merely women." She suppresses a smile.
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Post by steven stone on May 20, 2013 0:53:36 GMT -5
"As such has been my goal, I'd call their lack of information a success on my behalf unless I for whatever reason go seeking the media..." He smirks slightly before letting his golden eyes drift away from her, focusing on the wall across from them as he contemplates an answer for a moment. A drawn-out answer was unnecessary, and an entirely honest one was almost embarrassing. On the other hand, something too short would seem evasive.
This really was a contemplated answer.
"As far as I know," he says, looking at her before back at the wall, "...a woman who isn't after the man who introduces himself as Daigo Tsuwabuki when he needs to and what's behind the name, but also somebody who isn't infatuated with the "media magnet" and self-proclaimed geology nerd Steven Stone." Alright maybe that wasn't as simple as it had sounded in his head, but he shrugged it off (literally).
"Somebody to know both parts of a single person."
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Post by eleonore badisa on May 20, 2013 1:00:11 GMT -5
She rolls her eyes at his explanation. It may be the largest amount of words she's heard him string together at once. "Are you a closet romantic, Daigo?" The woman follows his gaze to the wall, wondering if there's anything particularly interesting -- which there isn't, so she returns her eyes to a particularly shiny nail -- before sighing and shaking her head.
"You know, I feel it may be entirely impossible to find a single woman to meet those requirements." She shrugs absentmindedly, tapping her chin. "I can't seem to think of a single woman who cares -- or would care -- for neither of them and accepts you as you are, you know?" Eleonore rolls her eyes. "Not one."
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Post by steven stone on May 20, 2013 10:05:32 GMT -5
"Eh?" he questions her first words. Closet...romantic? ...Perhaps. "Can't tell." he said, a smirk giving the indication of his light humor. "Maybe I'll figure it out sooner or later."
Steven manages to smirk in response to her last statement, though. "Meeting even part of that requirement is better than not at all," he states. "The vast majority of them care for only one aspect of my life or the other, hardly even a cross between the two." A weak laugh leaves him. "But not a single one, hm?" He turns his golden eyes to her finally. "Really now?"
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Post by eleonore badisa on May 20, 2013 19:59:41 GMT -5
She makes a show of thinking on the man's words, tilting her head and 'hmm'ing to herself. The woman avoids his gaze, instead focusing on a particularly interesting part of the fireplace mantle. "Let me think ..." she muses. "A wonderful woman with no desire for fame or money, with a kind enough personality to be able to deal with you?"
Eleonore shakes her head in pseudo-despair. "No, I'm afraid not. You shall grow old and wrinkly all by your lonesome self, it seems."
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Post by steven stone on May 20, 2013 23:03:00 GMT -5
"Ha." Steven laughs, a mocking harshness entering his tone, "You make it sound as though I try to be entirely insufferable." He'll be the first to admit his personality is meant more for somebody he isn't forced together with or shares his passion for geology. "Although your prediction is slightly off-kilter. I don't plan on being alone whenever I do wind up dying..." he raises his eyebrows in order to consider the amendment to his statement, "...again, at least. Or whenever I wind up dying permanently."
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Post by eleonore badisa on May 20, 2013 23:33:22 GMT -5
"Entirely insufferable?" she echoes, raising an amused eyebrow. "Close, but not quite." The woman listens to him with thinly-veiled skepticism. She is barely able to resist rolling her eyes. "So you're still looking, then." Eleonore shakes her head. "I doubt you are going to know when you find the person you want, Daigo. Not until long after you meet them."
Or, at least, that's what she supposes -- Eleonore is about as experienced as her friend is when it comes to actual love, though romance is nothing close to a stranger at this point.
The woman finally lowers her hand, looking at his face in a brief moment of sincerity. "I honestly hope that your 'permanent' death does not occur anytime soon," she comments. Eleonore smirks. "Who else am I supposed to tease, hm?"
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Post by steven stone on May 23, 2013 0:22:44 GMT -5
A smirk crosses his face as the former Champion lets out a quiet breath of amusement. "I was afraid of that." Not literally, of course. "I suppose it will force me to go with my gut feeling for what is right then, hm?" Or something along those lines. Not knowing. in Steven's opinion, is perhaps the greatest unkindness of them all.
The smirk fades after a moment, softening to something more neutral yet subtly appreciative in a silent response to her words, joke included. "You and I both, Leo. Thank you for that." he says quietly, a small, genuine smile visible. "I suppose without me you would have nobody to tease. I couldn't imagine putting you through that sort of predicament."
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Post by eleonore badisa on May 23, 2013 0:31:23 GMT -5
She jabs her fingers into his gut with a snort. "If you even have those kinds of feelings, then I suppose so." She still isn't entirely convinced that he's not part steel-type.
Then the woman leans against him, sighing. "I agree. It would be cruel and unusual torture of the worst kind." Eleonore reaches up, gently pinching his cheeks. "And I'm sure you'd miss me if I was gone, right?" She lifts her head to stare intently at him with exaggerated eagerness. "I cannot imagine life being any fun without me."
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Post by steven stone on May 23, 2013 0:46:13 GMT -5
"Ack--" He flinches when she pokes him, having not been paying enough attention to her hand to notice her movement beforehand. "Was that really necessary?" Steven asks, moving one of his hands to place over his abdomen as though to "shoo" her hand away and prevent further pokage.
He glances down in time for her to pinch him, and he makes a face similar to a child protesting their mother fussing over them - lip curled, eye squinted, head tilted slightly away... "Of course I would." he says over the light pulling of his skin, "Not to mention you're probably the only person that dares tease me." He manages a small, smug grin before asking, "Can I have my face back now?"
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Post by eleonore badisa on May 23, 2013 0:54:14 GMT -5
Eleonore laughs. "You're such a child, Daigo." She moves his cheeks, rolling her eyes. Honestly, she has no idea why so much of the general populace seems to hold Steven Stone in such high regard -- he's nothing more than a pouty little boy most of the time.
The woman pauses in her pinching when he speaks, thinking. "Hmm ... no, not yet." Her fingers shift to cup his face, and she leans up to place a light kiss on his lips. Eleonore moves back, her hands returning to her lap. "There you go," she says with a light smirk. "You are now free to do with your face as you wish."
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Post by steven stone on May 23, 2013 1:03:09 GMT -5
"Am not." he says, voice intentionally raised an half an octave for a more childlike, protesting pitch in reply. A child? Him? Please... His eyes almost roll at the thought, but his expression remains the same as she continues to pinch him. Her next move, though, undeniably surprises him.
Steven blinks once, only muted surprise visible in his gaze. The man acts upon instinct, and he leans forward quickly to return the gesture. As though he's quieted said instinct mid-kiss, Steven draws back slowly - though not awkwardly like he cut the kiss short - and keeps his golden eyes on her expression, in hopes of determining if he'll need to possibly fear some sort of slap.
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Post by eleonore badisa on May 23, 2013 1:14:37 GMT -5
Well, his response isn't what she expected. Eleonore runs her fingers over her lips, 'hmm'ing quietly. Her expression remains casual, although vaguely interested. He hadn't pulled away from her, at the very least? "I wonder ..." she muses, her azure eyes meeting his golden ones. "That was ... interesting."
She raises an eyebrow. "What did you think?"
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Post by steven stone on May 25, 2013 23:35:35 GMT -5
He blinks when she speaks, at least mildly relieved that she won't react negatively. Not that he expected her to, but, it never hurts to be cautious around a woman.
"'Interesting' is one word to call it..." Steven murmurs in agreement, "...though I would care to add it wasn't unpleasant or anything related."
He ponders for a moment, "'Nice' would be a word used here."
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Post by eleonore badisa on May 26, 2013 2:00:51 GMT -5
"I see," she replies. The woman turns on the couch to lean back against him, still rather preoccupied. "I suppose it was rather nice, wasn't it?" Eleonore smirks up at the man. "But I'm curious -- who've you kissed before?" Just because none of the women he had been set up with had really caught his attention doesn't mean he hasn't done anything. (That, and his response to her wasn't something she expected from someone inexperienced.)
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