RP:Poking Mama Wolf

Synopsis: Tiber is basically calling Meri a honker because she is pregnant eating cookies secretly in the dark. Tiber pokes Meri to the extent that she tries to use her psionic abilities to sweep a crystal for his best friend out of his hand after he stole it from a merchant. Not so fast there, mama Meri.

Merchant Street

Meri is far too familiar with this street. For just to the south was a bakery that she has spent an awful lot of time at, for it's her sister's bakery and she has helped support the place from painting to devouring pastries on the regular. Today was one of those regular days. Meri may have just been inside the establishment, having a sit and a chat with her sister and the staff while munching on a chocolate something or another....but that doesn't stop her from leaving the place without some take home treats. She's decided that tonight she is taking home a box of double chocolate chunk cookies. The woman does not look like she has a case of buyers remorse either as she steps out of the bakery and onto the streets of Cenril. Naw, she is looking over her shoulder through the window to see if anyone she was talking to is s till paying attention. Why? She doesn't want them to see her dive into her cookie haul so soon after leaving. Never mind that she just finished something tasty and sweet. As soon as she is far enough onto the streets of Cenril and out of their sights, she is opening that box of cookies so that she can nom on one for the road.

Tiber was on the streets of the merchants. Men and women closing up their shops while the rogue wanders by with a sneaky eye. The lycan sticks hands in his pockets while a merchant turns his back. A single hand reaches out and snags a shiny looking crystal off the table without anyone catching a second glance. The man then slinks away with a nonchalant whistle and moves down the street. Tiberius, clearly, was not the man that people thought would be a thief. The lean blonde was dapper with his button up shirt and tie, slacks, and nice shined shoes. The wolf moves down the way while trailing behind the blonde looking rather skeptical. Tiber is intrigued and rather nosy, so he follows suit behind her from a distance. Once she stops, he stops and tilts his body to peer around her. A box. She opens it and chomps down a… a what? The rogue steps closer. A… a… cookie? The man almost rolls his eyes. He strides forward and mutters, “Caught ya,” in that thick Catalian accent and gives her a knowing, mean, and sly glance.

Meri was definitely mid-bite when Tiberius announced that she was caught. It was a bit unnerving. This mystery voice being heard from behind, announcing that she has been caught. On a better day her reaction would have been handled better all around, but she was mid bite....and thus has to clear a mouthful of cookie that almost goes down the wrong pipe before she can muster up any response for the lycan. On the upside, Tiber is recognized which tempers any knee-jerk response she might have for this 'mystery voice'. "Rude." Meri declares after she is done with her small coughing fit. "You're frakkin' lucky I didn't flip around and deck you. Or worse." This may or may not be very threatening at this exact moment, even though she is wearing a loose button down shirt that is likely a man's shirt, a baby bump is definitely apparent. Yet, so is what she means by 'or worse', pregnant or not she still is armed with at least two daggers. Their tucked in her boots. She's not so pregnant enough that she can't reach either, but again. Tiber is recognized. She has seen him at a picnic and a meeting, thus the cookie box is held out toward him so that he can partake in the gluttony. "Tiberius, isn't it. Translator, hm?"

Tiber keeps a flat expression. As she turns with her coughing of cookie crumbles, he blinks once or twice realizing that she was way more familiar than he thought. He smiles pleasantly at the word ‘rude’. This description pleases the annoying man. “Should’ve. Keep you on your toes,” he drags out the last word. Amber eyes take in the woman, and they dance down to her pudgy, pregnant stomach. The wolf is automatically disturbed at the thought of something growing inside of her. A line forms in his forehead. “Tiberius is correct. Tiber if you want room to talk and eat,” he teases, but he is also innocent enough that he means no harm, so he takes a cookie and carelessly chomps a bite. “You’re name is like… Myra, right? Mallory? Meri?... Meri. That sounds right,” he smirks. “The hell are you doing out here at night? You know some homeless guy might rob the goods from you, yeah?”

It's alright. It's like a Catalian thing. Her fiance fainted when he learned the news, Tiberius reaction is tame in response....So much so that Meri is completely unaware he is disturbed. The lycan is met with a smirk and the promise of, "Next time." No correction of a name is offered up. Mallory, Myra, Meri. Whatever. Tiber gets his cookie, and Meri closes the box ever so carefully. It's pulled possessively closer to her person when Tiber speaks of this homeless person trying to rob her goods. "Are you implying that you are some homeless person and that you were just thinking of robbing me?" A brow is lifted as a scrutinizing look is leveled on the Catalian. For a momemnt, it may hard to tell if Meri is being serious and believes her accusation or if she is being a handful for the sake of it. "I'm glad you choose the smarter course of action. I don't know if trying to rob me would work out in your favor." Meri smirks faintly before issuing a nod towards the bakery she just left. "My sister owns the shop. I'm just here getting my fix for the week. Can't get more innocent than 'I'm just here for the cookies'." Blue eyes are back on Tiberius, and again both expression and tone seem accusing, "What are -you- doing out there at night? Who are you trying to mug, hm? Better not be thinking of trying to hold up my sister's shop."

“Homeless? Ha, you think I would be?” Considering his attire, she had another thing coming. He was a business man, a con man, a rogue, really. A wealthier man either way. “Robbing you if you want the truth, but all you really have is an endless amount of sugar that slows me down when running from the fuzz.” Truthful man to say the least. He then overlooks her again with a furrowed brow. “Y’know, don’t babies get addicted to what their mother eats? Or is that just a creature myth?” Was he referring babies to creatures? “Chunky baby alert,” he rolls his eyes as if he is innocent, but Tiberius is mocking her. What else did he have to do tonight than annoy the crap out of a hormonal pregnant woman? A hand then lifts and his mouth gapes as if he is appalled by her accusation. “Me? Mug –your- sisters shop? Now, who is the rude one? I don’t rob stores. That’s too much of a scene,” he looks behind his shoulder. “Or I could. You got me all tempted, really,” he takes another bite of the cookie. “Though, might get a side cramp on the run.” Pause. “But actually, I was out picking up a crystal for my man Levi. He’s got this girl he is wooing over. Thought I’d be a good wingman,” he then pulls the pink rose looking crystal out of his pocket.

Meri snorts when Tiberius admits that he was actually thinking about robbing her. This actually gives the woman pause, was being hormonal and pregnant messing with her bullshyte meter? Meri wasn't going to risk it, being of a rogue nature herself -- enough to earn rank within a certain guild that claims to not exist -- being robbed was an embarrassment that she would not stand for. Fat or not, points needed to be made. The woman lifts her chin in an arrogant fashion and narrows her eyes on that pink looking rose crystal that Tiberius has just revealed. Tiberius better have a -really- good hold on that little crystal he is boasting to have just picked up for it he doesn't he will find it slipping right out of his hand suddenly, and levitating straight into the palm of Meri's hand with a quickness. If successful, she'll spend a moment admiring the trinket up close and personal, issuing a sweet smile as she does so. Emphasis on the if. Tiberius really brought this behavior on himself, he decided to go poking the pregnant woman. The pregnant...psionic...recently bitten werewolf woman. Yeah, she's stable. "Well, I suppose if you do it right then it's really not that much of a scene....but I guess that is technically classified as burglary, not robbery, hm?" A beat. "And the trinket is cute. Pink. Girly. Diamonds are a girls best friend though, don't you know. A real wingman would know that, I think."

The plan tonight was not for Tiber to rob a pregnant woman. That was too low of a move. Normally, the lycan would lose himself in embarrassment, but practice made perfect and Tiber was getting better with his swift movement. The wolf was thrown off guard at first as the crystal tugs forward and loosens from his grip for a split second. The man was quick with his movements and strength was his weakness. It was only when the moon was fuller that he became stronger bit by bit. He was in luck tonight. The reaction time had him snatch the crystal before it lingered in her own palm. His puzzled gaze, however, lingers on her for a long time. The rogue slips the crystal back in his pocket with a hand grasped around it – steady. After moments of looking bewildered, he finally speaks again as if he is out of breath, “You’re right,” he squints. “Burglary.” Again, he looks her up and down with a curious and untrustworthy squint. “Well, do I look like I’m good with the ladies?” He smiles at his own roast on himself. “Ta-ta, Meri,” he lingers on her name dragging it out in an uneasy fashion. The blonde man then turns and begins to walk off without another word. He had enough teasing and games for the night. She was a loon to him.

Does Tiberius look like he is good with the ladies? Meri takes this has a rhetorical question as Tiberius is quick to turn and take his leave. Meri does not mind, it might be for the best. He kept poking the wolf, got her all riled up. There were a few thoughts and questions knocking around in Meri's skull since they've talked about...robbing and burglary. Plus where did Tiber actually pick up that gem? But enough was enough for tonight, especially since Meri could not seem to manage to play nice in the face of being antagonized. "Ta-ta, Tiber," is the goodbye he earns. Meri has no shame in opening up that cookie box yet again for the walk home.