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Sorry. But it's a no from me.

"So sorry but the answer is a no." She scratched her neck

That awkward moment when you have to tell her you’re gay… so no…

*he stared at the man before him and bit his lower lip shaking his head* “pass please you wouldn’t understand the pain…”

Remy studied the man in front of him before slowly shaking his head. "No... I have to reject you. I'm sorry."

Drace titled his slightly to the side, with a raised brow, "Hmm... possibly. You seem interesting enough... But, I'm not sure if it'll work out. So, I'll have to pass."

"Much too young, I'm afraid and while I tend not to get hung up on social constructs, I feel it would be in both our best interests to carry on as though we never met."

The detective took the lapels of his long coat with gloved hands and lifted them to deter the chilly air that loomed like a London fog. "May you find whatever it is you're looking for. Me? I am on the hunt and the game is afoot!"

'Wotcher,'

The willowy and waifish figure that tails Sherlock down the bustling crawl of petticoat lane is all unflinching, jutting angles. They come from a long line of overzealous university students that grow to embody their major. In their neutrals and brogues, this journalist has the glassy-eyed look of a lost woodland creature caught in a brown paper bag.

Like some small, dust coloured sparrow -- Quinn puffs, flitting about the place in a harried attempt to protect their scoop from other proverbial bird's probing eyes and prying beaks. London will eat small birds up and spit them out feather and bone, but Quinn is fresh off Oxbridge's press and determined to be the best, so if they have to write with the wick of their own feathers, by God they will.

'I have information--for you, I mean,' they inform Holmes with an owlish glance.

'The Riverside Café, February 17th, 9 o'clock. I'll wait ten minutes, after that...'

A date, by all technicality. /💋

"Date. I think we'd get along nicely."

"Oh, uhh... Hmm."

Viktor raised an eyebrow, looking to the side for a moment before looking back. "Uhh, you're pretty n' all, but uh..." He let out a bit of a nervous laugh. "I'm not, really, uh, into ladies n' all, so... A shame, really, n' allat, but uh, noo thanks, eheh."

"I'll be on the path of rejection with you. You're just not my type."

"Usually, I don't go out with ancient men. You are like cute so I wouldn't mind a date."

Walter turned his head to see Jecka and he raised a brow. "Oh, damn, you're hot." Walter blurted out.

"I mean, you're cute." Walter blurted again, "I mean, shit, you look nice."

Date, if Walter can stop stumbling over his choice of words.

Zephyr shyly hid behind his tall wooden staff, green eyes peering at Walter. "Umm... No thanks..."

"A bit timid, are we? Well, that's okay, we've all been there once. But, I think my job would be a bit conflicting with what the game is going with, so..."

Reject

"I thought I was ready to move on, but my heart still belongs to my wife..." Reject

Micolash tilted his head, the cage on his head weighing it down a bit further than he'd like. "Well, I don't see why not! Perhaps you could accompany me in my pursuit of the Great Ones!"

Karaméla slowly tilted his head, staring hardly at this caged man. "I do not understand why I would date someone without even knowing a little about them beforehand."
"Do humans do this?" Karaméla raised his brow, one of his strands of hair falling in his face.

Unable to see the person. Torchie can at least hear them. He smiled softly.
"I wouldn't mind going on a friendly date. Though my life is short, I'll try and make the most of it."

"I'll pass, as it seems you've found your chances elsewhere, and I'm not about to get into the middle of that."

Reject