Post by Erek Blackmore on Jul 17, 2017 15:47:59 GMT -5
Erek slowly sat up, or tried, there was the complication of a fiery redhead that was currently wrapped around half of his body. His eyes trailed down, a few blinks struggling to place where the hell he was and who she was- before he quickly recounted the incidents that led up to this moment. Releasing a brief breathe from his lips, before he gently unwound the girl from his arm and chest. She'd wanted to take him to bed, so he hadn't seen an issue with it, they were two adults and free to do what they wished off the clock, as it were. What she hadn't expected was his tastes, and what he hadn't expected were how much they aligned with her own-- and how sharp her nails were.
Frowning slightly as he glanced at his back in the mirror, he sighed. Well. If Freyleif had been interested in his regenerative capabilities- he supposed that was one way to show them off, briefly he halted, trying to recall the woman's name- before he managed to settle it in his mind, Eva, though he had no idea what her surname was. Hopefully, that would be enough to call her out sick from work, he heard a soft yawn and glanced over- his toothbrush hanging from his lips with a blink, he hadn't expected her to be up so quickly. Then again, he supposed everyone here was a Quincy, she was likely sturdier than the women he was used to being with. Though it would appear not by much.
As she smiled at him blearily, tried to rise- and fell on her face into the covers. He grunted a bit, pulling the toothbrush free, "Just stay there sweetheart, I'll call you out of work today, you can stay here to avoid embarrassment if you like," the poor girl was flustered, playing with her hair- this clearly wasn't something she did often. If he had a guess he just fit her "type", which if he was what classified as such meant she likely didn't see much of it. Understandable, and there was nothing wrong with that. Her shyness was cute, even. Moving forward he gave her a light peck on the lips, petting her hair gently for a few moments before he straightened. "I'll make sure breakfast is brought up to you with some pain relievers, as discreetly as possible," if he had to bring it- that would be fine.
Rolling his shoulders, a quick shower, and a fresh pair of clothing later and he was pushing the door open from his room- closing it behind him carefully and locking it with the card he'd found waiting for him, as Frey had promised. Moving toward the kitchen, he figured he would likely find a maid to pull aside and request that the pretty redhead got some medicine and food- and of course, he could alert them that she was "sick and couldn't work" at the moment. Intertwining his fingers, his arms would lift, stretching before he rolled his shoulders slowly- he'd get this done, go for his morning run, and by the time he returned he could likely eat breakfast with Frey and discuss further details on this blut ability he apparently possessed.
It was still quite early, he didn't expect the teen to be up. Pushing the door to the kitchen open, he would wrapt his knuckles lightly against the wood as he peeked his head in curiously to see if anyone was up, he had no issue getting his own coffee and preparing food for the girl on his own, but he didn't want to start digging into a chef's stock without their permission- that was just rude. Meal for a poor girl that was bedridden or not.
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Frowning slightly as he glanced at his back in the mirror, he sighed. Well. If Freyleif had been interested in his regenerative capabilities- he supposed that was one way to show them off, briefly he halted, trying to recall the woman's name- before he managed to settle it in his mind, Eva, though he had no idea what her surname was. Hopefully, that would be enough to call her out sick from work, he heard a soft yawn and glanced over- his toothbrush hanging from his lips with a blink, he hadn't expected her to be up so quickly. Then again, he supposed everyone here was a Quincy, she was likely sturdier than the women he was used to being with. Though it would appear not by much.
As she smiled at him blearily, tried to rise- and fell on her face into the covers. He grunted a bit, pulling the toothbrush free, "Just stay there sweetheart, I'll call you out of work today, you can stay here to avoid embarrassment if you like," the poor girl was flustered, playing with her hair- this clearly wasn't something she did often. If he had a guess he just fit her "type", which if he was what classified as such meant she likely didn't see much of it. Understandable, and there was nothing wrong with that. Her shyness was cute, even. Moving forward he gave her a light peck on the lips, petting her hair gently for a few moments before he straightened. "I'll make sure breakfast is brought up to you with some pain relievers, as discreetly as possible," if he had to bring it- that would be fine.
Rolling his shoulders, a quick shower, and a fresh pair of clothing later and he was pushing the door open from his room- closing it behind him carefully and locking it with the card he'd found waiting for him, as Frey had promised. Moving toward the kitchen, he figured he would likely find a maid to pull aside and request that the pretty redhead got some medicine and food- and of course, he could alert them that she was "sick and couldn't work" at the moment. Intertwining his fingers, his arms would lift, stretching before he rolled his shoulders slowly- he'd get this done, go for his morning run, and by the time he returned he could likely eat breakfast with Frey and discuss further details on this blut ability he apparently possessed.
It was still quite early, he didn't expect the teen to be up. Pushing the door to the kitchen open, he would wrapt his knuckles lightly against the wood as he peeked his head in curiously to see if anyone was up, he had no issue getting his own coffee and preparing food for the girl on his own, but he didn't want to start digging into a chef's stock without their permission- that was just rude. Meal for a poor girl that was bedridden or not.
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Post Words: 628
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