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She nodded slightly, watching him out of the corner of her eye. "Any particular reason, or did your folks just feel like it?"

She took a deep breath, her brows furrowing slightly. "Sorry, I'm being a nosy git. You can pester me all you want, since I've given you 'nough hell 'bout your life's history."

"I guess they just felt like it" he said. Maybe to get away from Russian weather, who knows. He shrugged after that second statement of hers. He didn't mind being pestered about some parts of his life, some. It just depended. Besides, he wasent sure of anything he could ask her.

A small smile graced her lips. "Good 'nough reason as any." She finished her cup and tossed it in a trash can, arching her back in a stretch and cracking her knuckles. She glanced down at her watch, sighing slightly; already half the day was gone. That was a pity.

"So what do you do in your spare time, besides following people around at night?" She wasn't going to let that go so easily- it was quite funny, in her opinion, now that she was getting to know Sebastian better.

He glarred at her when she brought up the 'him following her around at night' thing.He rolled his eyes, and took another sip of his coffee."You still have no proof that I was following 'you'" he said."Read, listen to music, write poetry (yes, he can do that )" he said.Trying to think of things he could do, but not everything.

"Well, let's see. You were walking behind me, I think in most places that's considered following," she pointed out calmly, although she was much more interested by what he said next. "You're a writer? That's good; there's a distinct lack of good writers in this world, bloody hell. Hopefully you're not one of those ridiculous poets constantly going on about some stupid thing nobody understands and is just a waste of time, although you don't seem like that kind of writer."

"Or I could have just happened to been walking in the same direction," he pointed out as a comeback."My poems aren't open to the public.Their anonymous. Nobody as ever read my poems, and nobody will ever know who wrote the words behind them." He said in a calm voice."Let's just say my poems arent all sunshine and lollipops like most dumbass poems in the world.." he said, "when I read stuff like 'cold winter night, stars so bright, snow falls nonstop, on this cold winters night ( I don't even know if that's a real poem)' I wonder why they ****ing write that.All you imagine is a guy standing at a window watching snow fall".Well, one thing shes learned about him.He doesn't hold his tongue when it comes to swearing.

Not that Bindi minded. She had a habit of cussing worse than a sailor when she was even remotely ticked off.

"Whatever. So, if you don't write the fru-fru kinds of poems, then what do you write?" she asked slyly, her head tilting slightly as she studied him out of the corner of her eye. That was her way of getting information out of people; it was an obvious tell, but normally it made people uncomfortable enough to blab. She doubted it'd work for Sebastian, but it was an interesting experiment nonetheless.

"That Bindi is the anonymous mystery part of it" he said.The little 'trick' didn't work for him.Experiment failed.

"Alright then," she said, raising her eyebrows as she thought, "if you won't tell me then I'll just guess. You don't write about sunshine and lollipops, so..."

She paused, leaning back and looking at the ceiling as she thought about the subject, a smile twitching at her lips. "So you write about fluffy kittens and rainbows, that's it. That's what you write about. You definitely seem like the kind who would write about kittens and rainbows."

She smiled sweetly at him, a finger on her chin as she watched him with a tilted head, a small smirk on her face as she studied him.

Oh, she was bad.

"Damn my body to hell, and burn me alive.I don't write that shit.." he said.Wow what a comeback.
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