[centre][h1][colour=firebrick][u]Friedrich Vogel[/u][/colour][/h1]
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[colour=firebrick]"Indeed, it's a pleasure."[/colour] Fritz remarked quietly, shaking Stride's hand with a firm grip. As a journalist he had developed a pretty firm grip, what with all the people he had to shake hands with to try and make a good first impression. Sometimes he just didn't want to be interviewing someone and he would squeeze their hand extra hard, a sign of contempt. There was actually a rumour going around that Fritz became the success he was not because of his writing, but because he broke the hand of the editor and threatened to tell everyone what happened, unless he got rapid promotions.

And as the author, I would like to confirm that Friedrich Vogel, otherwise known as Fritz, has never engaged in blackmail. In this century. That he can recall.

Fritz was starting to question the entire situation. He didn't get how they were supposed to be a perfect match. She was nothing like his last girl, who was the perfect little angel that featured in a thousand poems. This woman seemed to be more surly and course. Maybe opposites do attract, as the saying goes. It seemed this wouldn't be the perfect romance featured in so many bohemian novels, but more of a bad side-plot in a blockbuster action thriller.

Allowing his mind to return to the conversation at hand, he nodded politely as she offered him a chip. [colour=firebrick]"Hmm, don't mind if I do."[/colour] He took one, cautiously popping it in his mouth. It was surprisingly nice. [colour=firebrick]"Oh, Jesus, that's good."[/colour] He took another chip, deciding to limit himself to just that last one.

He noted how awkward Stride seemed in this situation, it was clearly her first time with a soulmate. She seemed human, so that was understandable, but the scales around her mouth suggested otherwise. [colour=firebrick]"So, I take it this is your first time with this love business. My second. I had a soulmate back in '53, I think. But, well, she isn't around anymore. Not something I want to go into."[/colour] He paused for dramatic effect. [colour=firebrick]"But no, I've seen a lot. I've been around for ages. Like, almost 200 years. I'm what you might call hell-borne."[/colour] He gave a mirthless chuckle at the phrase 'hell-borne'. He was pretty sure people had stopped saying that, but that was the best way to describe him.

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