Hey Alex, I got bored and wanted to ask you this. (Side note: You're really attractive.) That's very kind of you to say. You're a jem.
1) What's your kind of dame? My mum always complained that I'm not picky enough about the gals I favor, but all I really want is someone who will keep me on my toes. Passion and looks are an added bonus.
2) Who's the idiot in the group? Anya. I don't enjoy calling her out either but it's true. She's too ruled by her distrust and emotions to stop being a cynic for a minute.
3) Out of the people present there, who's a really annoying brat? Les. The kid has potential to be a real stud, but he won't grow up.
4) Try to flirt with me. ;) (*Jazz plays softly and the scent of books and freshly picked flowers fill the room. Alexander holds out a hand.*) Will you do me the great honor of this dance?
5) Why are your canines sharpened? (Tell me even if it involves spoilers) It makes eating easier.
6) Rainy day or sunny day, which do you prefer? Rain on a sunny day.
7) What kind of food can you cook? Back in the day, I was the cat's meow with war rations.
8) What's that thing that doesn't have a weight, yet we can see it, and if we put it on a barrel of wine it becomes lighter? The mind, or rather, thought.
9) Million dollar question: When can I expect to see you? I suppose whenever the mysterious writer decides to finish their other books, get over phobia of flesh-eating blokes, and write.
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Yo Cyrus! *fist bump* (*Fist bumps back.*) Can I call you sexy? I don't want to face your girlfriend's wrath. Neither do I. (*Shivers.*) You can, but if she comes, don't hide behind me.
1) What were you doing when you disappeared? Sorry, I can't say. Not yet anyways.
2) Anya scares you, right? Yes or no? Christ, yes.
3) There are cute guys out here..*watches Erwin and Les, licks lips* On a scale of one to ten, rate them, and yourself.
Les: 7
Erwin: 8
Alexander: 9
me: 5
4) Rate the girls as well.
Anya: 10
Thea: 8
Legs: 8
Mal: 8
5) Did you complete the above task? Duh. Are you blushing? Tell me you're blushing. (*Hiding it from Anya.*)
6) What are you most afraid of? That the cancer will come back, ruin my loved ones again, and I'll be utterly helpless.
7) Where's Ben Mason? Probably being angsty and killing something, reading, or mooning over Anya. Maybe even all three.
8) You have two minutes to get ready. What would you wear? Please don't walk around in your underwear. Something decent. The long-sleeve shirt Anya gave me, combat pants, and my sexy ass boots.
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