Don't Know Why It Was Said ((91))

[victoriousscarf]

Martin stood behind the counter, going over the tallies from that morning when he took his few hours off to actually sleep. It was the early afternoon, which meant it would be several hours more before the hotel got busy, but he enjoyed controlling his domain for as many hours of the day as he could manage.

[Tsughi]

Plato walked back into the hotel from helping someone park their car. The tiny smile on his face looked strained and it abruptly vanished the moment the person looked away from him. He always hated smiling, but the hotel superiors, namely Martin, insisted on it. Rubbing a sore cheek, he gave a glance at the other tom. Well that was hardly fair that he had to suffer while the speckled cat practically devoured cats and spat them back out. The calico paused for a moment and thought back... When was the last time he had seen Smith out from behind that desk? The closet. Frowning the calico shook away that thought, and decided to step up to the clerk. His tail weaving behind him, the calico offered a tiny upwards twitch of his lips to the grey tom.

"Hey, Smith," Plato leaned onto the desk with his elbows, intruding the other's space just because he knew it would more than likely annoy the other.

[victoriousscarf]

Martin gave the elbows on his desk a long look, putting a paw forward to push them off. "That would be Mr. Smith, to you," he replied. "What do you want?"

[Tsughi]

Plato's smirk twitched on his lips a little more as he let his elbows fall off the desk, but he was still comfortably leaning against it. "Come on, Smith," He said, blatently ignoring the command from the elder. "When was the last time you got out of here, and not on a business trip?" The calico's tail flickered behind him as he studied the other tom for a moment. "All this work cannot be healthy."

[victoriousscarf]

Martin's look turned almost murderous. "I'm in perfect health," he drawled. "So I repeat, what do you want?"

[Tsughi]

"Sure you are," Plato reassured smoothly. "I'm just saying I want you to prove it. Why not come on out from behind that desk and lets go somewhere. I heard that the 'King of Kings' is playin' at the cinema; from what I hear from the hotel's customers, it is supposedly really good!" The calico's tail twitched as his small accent slipped out. He had been getting better at it; it's not like he had a terrible vocabulary in the first place, but he was trying to make it a little clearer at least. "We could maybe see 'Wings'... Wait nevermind, that's a bad idea, forget I mentioned Wings." Who knew what the military film would do to the war veteran? The young tom did not really want to find out.

[victoriousscarf]

"If you think I intend to waste perfectly good time either watching religious drivel or a sentimental film of a war Americans simply do not understand, I think you may be delusional," Martin replied, coldly.

((Ouch. Playing harder to get there...))

[Tsughi]

((Plato's just got to turn up the charms is all xD))

"Fine, fine," Plato waved his hand in the air but his small smirk didn't drop. He could see why the speckled cat took enjoyment out of getting under other cat's skin. "What about 'The Cat and the Canary'?" He suggusted and his tail curled behind him, one of his hands used one finger to play with the pens on the other's workplace. "Come on, you know you want to get out from behind there. You don't like work any more than the next person; you just like making the cats around you uncomfortable- don't deny it, you know you do. With me not going to be here, who are you going to bother for the next couple hours until the people actually start showing up?"

[victoriousscarf]

"Having the military and the religious shot down, you go for horror," Martin drawled. "Probably your wisest choice yet today. As for who I'm going to bother the next few hours? I believe there is a cleaning staff, as well as my time tables."

[Tsughi]

"I figured horror would suit you," He replied easily. "Now stop making excuses so you don't have to go. You have plenty of time off to spend; I'll even buy dinner." The calico spread his arms out in a 'there you go' gesture. "Your choice of where we eat."

[victoriousscarf]

That got a long look over the top of Martin's glasses. "You sound like you're asking me out for a romantic interlude," he drawled. "Will you ask me to go steady with you next?"

[Tsughi]

((Hahahaha xD That made me laugh so hard!))

Plato balked for a moment and his back straightened abruptly. "What-" He then pointed a finger accusingly, but he was still noticably flustered with his tail flickering agitatedly behind him. "See that right there. That's what I'm talking about." For a moment he had been wondering where 'Martin' had gone, but obviously the answer was nowhere. If that speckled cat was going play that game, then Plato was going to play that game too. "Besides, you have to agree to go first in order for it to get to that step." Plato inwardly stopped to consider himself; what in the world was he saying? And doing? Feeding the fire, that's what, but the calico was determinded to get the grey clerk back for every discomfort caused by him. It was like a mental scoreboard in his head, and Plato was vigoriously keeping track. Yet, as always, his face remained the placid and expressionless mask.

[victoriousscarf]

"Which only makes it sound like you want to get it to that step," Martin said, crossing his paws under his chin and smirking slightly. Behind him, his tail swayed lazily, as if it too was enjoying the show.

[Tsughi]

"That," Plato's unamused eyes watched the tail weave behind Martin. "Is not what I meant." The calico gave a soft cough and tried to get his awfully warm face to cool off a bit before speaking again. His gaze refixed on the other's, his face expressionless again. "Come on, Specks. It's not like you're allergic to the sunlight."

[victoriousscarf]

"You ever see me in it?" Martin asked, glancing up at the nickname. "For all you know, that's why I like the horror genre so much."