[It's very offending to assume that Apacci would cause any harm of rare, antique musical instruments. She'd be definitely curious of them and maybe she'd like to see how they work or hold them and try to play them, and well, accidents do happen sometimes, even to 200 years old violins, but it was just a whim of bad fortune. Most probably.
Or if Cynric would be bold enough to anger an Arrancar and aforementioned instruments were at hand for some reason maybe Apacci would use them to cause harm to Cynric. No, she would not cause any harm to the instruments, not intentionally.
[Minimizing the whims of bad fortune pertaining to his violins is absolutely a large part of Cynric's game plan. As is meeting pretty ladies for sex, snacks and naps generally.
So he'll be waiting quite contentedly with a room key in his hand and a whistle on his lips for her.]
[Apacci looked around in the quite little hall of the not too expansive hotel and tried to figure if the prankster-looking blond guy could be the one for she had, well, stole all the pretzels from a convenient store nearby. Luckily enough she was the only female being in the hall, and she was definitely more attractive than the furniture. At least she had eyes, even though they were two-toned, and her breasts were bigger than any of the armchairs around. Plus, she had a unicorn horn. A unique one.
If Cynric didn't fell in love with her at the first sight he did deserve to spent his day with a boring and sexually uninterested armchair in his bed. Without snacks.]
Cynric. Cynic. I like your name. And they are the snacks.
[Apacci shows up the bag, but knowing how fickle creatures men are she still doesn't pass it to him. Men. They want nothing of women only their fresh, tasty-looking snacks.]
[She takes a weird look at the offered arm and offers a pretzel to Cynric. He's a snack addict, what if he goes wild in the elevator if he doesn't get his pretzel?
Or maybe locked up in the elevator with a wild Cynric high on pretzels would be quite exciting?]
What are your plans for the time we spend here?
[She asks as the sliding doors close behind them.]
[There's a moment of munching before he swallows with a shrug.] Sex and snacks in the elevator, then. I'd not recommend naps--not really enough room to stretch out.
[Please. She's not only slightly crazy. A professional bard should be more creative with compliments.]
Let's start with a nap. You know. I'll sleep on your shoulder while you're munching on the snacks. And I don't want to find crumbs in my ear when I wake up.
I'm quite tired of trying to make you interested in myself. It seems to me you like the snacks more. So I'll take a nap while you're having sex with the snacks. Unless you have a better idea.
[She wonders if Cynric was serius about the sex part. She suspects he only wanted food for free.]
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[Yep, this is still text messaging...]
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Come here so I can compliment you properly.rofl. Also, action?
Gimme your address...
Brackets or prose?
She'll be sent the address of a hotel.
What? Not just anyone is allowed in an apartment with so many old instruments.]
Brackets? My English is shaky, I'm sorry.
Or if Cynric would be bold enough to anger an Arrancar and aforementioned instruments were at hand for some reason maybe Apacci would use them to cause harm to Cynric. No, she would not cause any harm to the instruments, not intentionally.
Long story short, the hotel room is a good idea.]
No worries!
So he'll be waiting quite contentedly with a room key in his hand and a whistle on his lips for her.]
She's never worried. Never
If Cynric didn't fell in love with her at the first sight he did deserve to spent his day with a boring and sexually uninterested armchair in his bed. Without snacks.]
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So a bright, chipper wave for her.]
Darling?
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Darling? Not yet. Apacci, for now. And you're the one who filled my phone with your spam, aren't you?
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[Apacci shows up the bag, but knowing how fickle creatures men are she still doesn't pass it to him. Men. They want nothing of women only their fresh, tasty-looking snacks.]
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He supposes he can offer her an arm and wave to the elevators.] Shall we adjourn, then?
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Or maybe locked up in the elevator with a wild Cynric high on pretzels would be quite exciting?]
What are your plans for the time we spend here?
[She asks as the sliding doors close behind them.]
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Sex, naps and snacks. I don't know how else this could possibly play out.
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[That red button was made to stop the elevator in special cases, wasn't it?]
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[The elevator stops. Apacci looks at her knight in love with the snacks.]
I want the naps, too.
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...fair enough.
[He's lived through worse.]
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Let's start with a nap. You know. I'll sleep on your shoulder while you're munching on the snacks. And I don't want to find crumbs in my ear when I wake up.
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But.
But.]
A nap before-- you're even tired?
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[She wonders if Cynric was serius about the sex part. She suspects he only wanted food for free.]
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[Why did the snacks have to be violated?]
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