[center][h1][color=686F91]Harry Walsh[/color][/h1]
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As his lips met Aziza's, Harry braced, expecting a slap across the face for a foolish action, and he was surprised when he felt anything but. Feeling as her hands slipped up over his chest and over his shoulders, his free hand wrapped softly around her waist, holding her closer as he held the kiss, enjoying the warmness of it. It occurred to him as he kissed Aziza, that it had been the first time in a very long while that Harry had actually taken what he wanted - and while it was perhaps a touch rude, the fact that it paid off certainly made it worthwhile in his mind.

Slowly, Harry began to draw back from the kiss, standing up straight again as his eyes locked with Aziza's, an awkward silence threatening to build over a few moments as he examined the slightly dumbfounded expression on her face, searching for what best to say as he looked down at her. Eventually, a smile split his lips, and he couldn't help but chuckle. [b][color=686F91]"Well, I [i]did[/i] warn you..."[/color][/b] He proferred with a grin, content to enjoy that small moment of peace and warmth as long as they could. However, it did pass soon enough, as Harry cleared his throat, glancing around at where they were. [b][color=686F91]"We should probably head inside..."[/color][/b] He chuckled again, shifting his grip down to her hand again as he led her upstairs and toward his room, fiddling with the lock for a moment before he moved inside the small, relatively uncomfortable abode.

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[center][h1][color=FFE2AA]William Drake[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b][color=FFE2AA]Location:[/color][/b] The Egyptian Museum[/center][hr]

Sighing as he watched the delivery man move down the hall, William was left alone with his thoughts - a dangerous prospect. Stopping in the hall, he crossed his arms over his chest as he thought on the issue. Almost immediately, he cursed himself for his previous thoughts. What was he thinking? Peter [i]was[/i] a slimeball, in fact, he was the biggest slimeball William had ever laid eyes on, and he was one himself. Oh no, he wasn't going to let this go so easily. If Peter wanted to try and lay a claim to Vera, he'd have competition, William would make sure of that.

Turning his gaze as he heard footsteps, he smirked as he saw the delivery man returning from the office. Heading over to him, he set a hand on the man's shoulder to stop him. [b][color=FFE2AA]"Hey, pal. Do me a favour? Go back to wherever you got those flowers from, and buy the biggest bouquet they have, bigger than that one. Bring it back to the same woman, say it's from..."[/color][/b] He paused there, was it wise to say it was from him? No, Vera would value the riddle of figuring it out, surely. But then again, he didn't want to make it too obscure... [b][color=FFE2AA]"Sir Francis Drake."[/color][/b] He settled on, figuring Vera may appreciate the nod to an explorer, and subtle mention of his name. Reaching down to his pockets, he grabbed a few dollars, handing them over to the man. [b][color=FFE2AA]"There's more for you if you do the delivery."[/color][/b]