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[Claire has been working on her investigation into Twister's murder. She's complied a list of notes about what she has discovered so far. It reads as follows:

- After being cleaned up, the body was found to have several gash marks on it's chest. Some kind of animal?
- Luke seems to think that it might have been a person trying to convince us it was an animal by fabricating the extent of the wounds.
- Regardless, he definitely died by being stabbed through the heart.
- Ms. Layton has laid a claim to taking over as Prime Minister soon after the death. She is a suspect.
~~- Talking to Clive has shown that Prime Minister Twister killed him before all this happened.~~ This isn't relevant to the case? Unless it pins Clive as a suspect.
- Don Paolo claims to be the last person to have seen Twister before he died. He says he witnessed him talking to a Clive he was unfamiliar with in the lobby.
- Talk to the Clives to find out if any of them were with Twister on the day of the murder?
- Don't bother with that one annoying Clive until it becomes unavoidable.

She's frowning. Talking to all of the Clives would take ages... Feel free to give her some advice, whether you fall into the Clive category or not.]

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Yes, I agree. I don't think abusive anything is in my future.

(Husband....?)

[His face gets hot again and a little pink blush on his cheek bones shows up as he notices she's still looking at him and holding his arm.

He takes his other hand to cover his face.]

Agh, don't look at me! Seriously, what are you seeing? It's not my looks, I'll tell you that, so you must be reading my thoughts or something!

[He laughs and thinks "hell I hope that's not true."]

Now, Dimitri, I can't read minds. But I can read faces well enough.

[She leans in closer~]

Yeah?

[He pulls back as she moves closer just in shyness.]

What does my face say then?

It says that you're nervous.

[Moves closer still.]

You make me nervous by staring at me. I'm a tad self-conscious you know.

[It's a half-truth, but anything not to give him away and look like an idiot in front of her. He doesn't move this time as she gets closer.]

[She reaches a hand up to stroke down his face.]

Then I'm sorry that I make you nervous. I don't mean to.

[Her hand on his face, just that gentle touch, is enough to snap him out of reality and stare Claire in the eyes, in anxiety.]

...

..um..

...y-you have pretty eyes...

So do you.

[She smiles. Claire is probably one of the only people who genuinely sees those eyes as pretty.]

[OOC: Aaaand just as we're getting to the kiss, I have to go. XD But I'll be back tomorrow so they can finally get this done. :D]

[He smiles a bit and shakes his head.]

N-no I don't. Don't be silly.

((OOC: WOMAN!!! Hahahaha okay talk to you tomorrow! Love you!))

Well, I think you do. And isn't that what matters?

[He smiles a bit wider and shrugs.]

I suppose when you look at it like that.

[He begins biting his lower lip in nerves as she smiles at him.]

You really are looking nervous now.

[She leans closer to him.]

*He pulls away just the slightest.*

My dear, I hate to say it, but you're not helping...

*He gives a nervous snicker.*

Oh, sorry! D-do you want me to back off?

[She shrinks away a little.]

No! No!

[It was a little eager.]

I mean...

[He pulls on her hand so she comes closer to him.]

I don't mind, really.

[Only halfway lying, his smile becomes a little more confident to her.]

[She looks up at him, blinking.]

You can be a little confusing sometimes, you know that?

[She giggles again.]

[He nods agreeing.]

Especially when I'm not sure what I want. You have my shaking in my shoes, but I don't want you going anywhere...

[God did I say that outloud?!]

Then let's... stay here then.

If you like.

Oh...okay, if you want...

[He fiddles nervously with his tie.]

Well, w-why do you want to stay here?

Because... um... well, I'm not really... I guess it doesn't make much sense, does it?

[He bites his bottom lip and raises an eyebrow.]

You don't....what doesn't make sense?

Nevermind. Maybe... we should go to the crime scene instead of staying here.

[As much as she'd like to stay here.]

[He looks down and bites his bottom lip, but neither of them seem to move.]

Yeah, I suppose we should....

[Still not moving...]

[That not moving is catching on.]

D-dimitri, how long have we been dating now?

U-um, this is dating? I-I suppose if you where to call it that--which I would like too!--um...it would be a couple m-months? Maybe?

(Don't ask me hard questions when I feel like my heart is going to explode out of my chest.)

Why?