The world is not enough / But it is such a perfect place to start

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WHO: Mr and Mrs Smith Fai and Chris
WHAT: Just two X-spies chilling in a hotel room after a busy working day.
WHERE: London (fancy-ass hotels are a perk when you're an X-man)
WHEN: Three days after this.
WARNING(S): Knowing these two, probably sexual overtones all over their speech. Talk about the bombings. Will edit if they can't behave.

They had checked into the hotel as Mr and Mrs Smith, as a joke, and had even based the appearances they wore around the place after the actors in question. Some people might have called it unprofessional, but on the other hand, they were good at what they did, so who was going to be any wiser? Fai smiled at the bell boy on his way in, just flirtatious enough to be appealing, without calling his 'marriage' to Chris into question in anyone's mind.

He kept up appearances all the way to the door to their room, but the moment he was through, he kicked his shoes across the room, the glamour flickering and then fading. In place of Hannah 'Angelina' Smith was a somewhat tired-looking Fai, still wearing the tight skirt and figure-hugging but still strict jacket of his alter ego. His glamours could of course change the appearance of his clothes, but it took a lot more energy to alter someone's perception of his entire person. Better then to wear the appropriate clothes, and let the minds of his audience fill in the details that were, so to speak, missing.

"You know, I love high-heeled shoes, but standing around all day listening to people talking in them is never going to be pleasant." Hi Chris, nice to see you're already here, excuse Fai while he flops dramatically onto the bed and looks like he might never move from there again. "How's your day been, honey."

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"I'm sorry, I'm afraid I'm all out of inspiring." For all that the remark might have sounded bitchy in the wrong context, it was followed by a tired smile as he swatted somewhat feebly at Christelle's hand. "But if you get us dinner, I'll see if I can't at least manage 'mildly motivational', just for you."

Fai saw no reason not to follow her advice, and went to lower himself into a bath, although 'barely controlled collapse' was a more accurate description of the movement. Since he assumed she'd call him when dinner was a fact, he simply allowed himself to marinate in bath oils, his entire face hidden by a damp towel.

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Leafing through the menu, she strolls right into the bathroom and perches on the edge of the tub. "Anything in particular you want? I 'ear the seafood menu is quite good."

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Fai mumbles something half-muffled by the towel, and then laughs and lifts it up a bit so that he can actually speak properly.

"I think I deserve some good sea food right now, and you definitely do. How's the wine list? Nothing like a bland white wine to spoil matters, I have to admit."

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"Extensive, but only a couple of the wines listed are actually worth the extra pounds," she answers with a smirk. "All seafood dinner with some good white wine then, d'accord. Go back to resting." She even reaches out to tug the towel back down to cover his face before leaving the bathroom, having to shift to 'Mr. Smith' for a moment to use her masculine voice to place the room service order.

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Which was why Chris had to do all the communicating via phone, since Fai's voice was nothing like as attractive and masculine as Mr Smith's, and his powers did nothing over the phone. He listened to the muffled sound of her talking, feeling as if he was just about ready to drift off to sleep, but he wanted to at least have dinner with his head screwed on. So after a short while, he set about to wash his hair and get himself presentable, and was out of the bath and toweling his hair moderately dry when dinner finally arrived.

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Chris of course answers the door as Mr. Smith in naught but a bathrobe, joking about how the 'wife' loves her seafood as the meal is laid out. Once they're alone, she shifts back to herself and sighs as she takes a seat, sniffing over the dishes with a pleased smile. "Perfect."

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"Definitely an improvement," Fai agrees, strolling out of the bathroom in nothing but said towel - and that towel is still on his hair. Well, he can hardly put on his used clothes not that he's clean, and putting on a bathrobe just to walk across a room seems excessive. "I think this is the closest I've ever been to wanting to make love to shrimp."

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Oh, well, nothing she hasn't seen before at least.

"Keep your bestiality to yourself and for some other time because I am starving," she quips, pouring them both wine and toasting him before taking a grateful sip. "After all that 'eavy lifting, I need my nourishment. Why are security guards so often overweight?"

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Fai just treats her to a smile that ought to be locked up for the sake of public decency, and then goes to fish out a a shirt, underwear and some slacks from the closet. It's only polite to be dressed when you sit down to eat - although admittedly, he leaves the shirt unbuttoned. No need to be overly formal either.

"You mean to say you wouldn't appreciate me getting frisky with the food? What a shame~. I guess I'll have to endure." Lies, he's dying from hunger and just wants to put his face in it. Sitting down, he lifts his glass and returns her salute. "To less heavy lifting - or at least the sort that feels worthwhile."

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"Santé," she answers with a quiet laugh. After refilling their glasses, she's then attacking the mussels, popping the tender flesh in her mouth with a quiet hum of delight. "I might just forego hauling bodies around tomorrow and just transform completely, clothes and all. I doubt I'll find anything at the bomb site in any case."