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[volkarin]

[ HM. ]

I don't suppose you're free for a spot of tea?

[wines]

For you? Always.

[volkarin]

In that case — meet me at Sol & Scroll, would you? We can find a corner for ourselves to sufficiently catch each other up.

[ NOT an innuendo!!! ]

➡️ 🎬

[wines]

[ Dorian admits to considerable curiosity, at the invitation. He is, at this point, accustomed to Emmrich's gentle rejection of his flirtations, and doesn't take it personally-- so it's a pleasant surprise that they're skirting around something, though Dorian couldn't say what exactly that something is.

Perhaps their tea date will be illuminating, or at the very least stimulating. He arrives fashionably late, after freshening up, still favoring oversized knits with taupe leather in the early spring chill.

Sliding into his seat across from Emmrich, and offering a congenial smile, ]

This is a quaint little spot, isn't it? [ His gaze sweeping the menu, and the jars of herbs covering the counter, ] I don't suppose they have anything harder than tea.

[volkarin]

[ Emmrich is, similarly, dressed as he usually is, a crisp white shirt worn under a burgundy waistcoat, gold accents visible no matter the eye may wander. He's quick to smile back, nodding as Dorian sits.

Strange — he doesn't feel nervous at all. ]

We could always relocate to the pub, or one of the few bars, if that's more to your taste, [ he offers, as he casts a gaze around the shop. ] But I was considering the Earl Grey, myself.

[wines]

[ Dorian waves a hand as he settles back in his chair, crossing an ankle over his knee. ]

No, this will do nicely. It just means I get to pick the venue for our second date.