DAPHNE MORALES-KOCCHAR | ORIGINAL

[chuffle]

Character: Daphne Morales-Kocchar
Canon: Original
Game: ataraxion

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[romanticism]

There's nothing quite as satisfying as knowing someone's walked into a lamp post because of your smile, I must admit. [ he tilts his head, mock-wonderingly. ] I prefer the sound of mischief, though.

[chuffle]

Oh, no, or a ditch. It does stroke the ego, doesn't it?

[She tilts her head up, just so she can look at him, that very brief sort of wondering look. Oh, John.]

Yes, you seem the sort.

[romanticism]

Do I? [ he sounds awfully pleased with himself. ] I've lived my whole life with people initially presuming that I'm a gentleman through and through, which is to say, a more polite iteration of "boring".

[chuffle]

Mm. No.

[She takes another moment-]

If you aren't prone to mischief, tell me now. I'm not keen on wasting time on someone who isn't able to keep up.

[romanticism]

I said initially. [ this time, his smile to her is not so much brilliant as it is wolfish. ] That's not an opinion that many people hold onto. If I may be so bold as to say, I'm almost certain I can keep up.

[chuffle]

[She barks a laugh, but she's so pleased that if she had a tail, it would be flicking lazily.]

Good.

By the way, what am I interrupting?

[romanticism]

Interrupting?

[ he thinks for a moment, genuinely wondering. ]

Nothing, it would seem. I had some time to myself, and I thought it best to waste it all by poking around the many delicacies of Harrods.

[chuffle]

[A pause of consideration, because she's really curious now, it's like she opened something up and can't stop until she gets to the bottom.]

Which one is your favorite? Delicacy of Harrods, I mean.

[romanticism]

I am ever a slave to the tea, in particular the TWG 1837 Black variety.

[ he looks a little sheepish, but also somewhat wolfish at the same time. ]

Of all the things one can find in Harrods, and yet I shoehorn myself firmly into my country's beloved stereotype.

[chuffle]

Oh, you're so English, it's adorable.

If I get coffee, how much will your opinion of me go down the tubes?

[She says that, but really, she wouldn't get coffee. Coffee in the UK tastes like backwater swill - she brings her own from home whenever she's spending more than a month or so in England.]

[romanticism]

[ he barks a laugh, shaking his head. ]

I just can't help myself. [ he allows a small pause of faint but serious consideration. ] I suppose I would have to forgive you, the same way I forgive myself every groggy morning that calls for something with more kick than a mug of Earl Grey.

[chuffle]

I wouldn't have gotten through graduate school without at least one or two coffees a day, though I am pretty fond of a good cup of tea. It's just that in the United States, I could never get it to taste right.

[She blames the water, whole-heartedly.]