The time spent dealing with the days events meant that the sun had already begun to set por the time Fi and punhal, dirk left the infirmary and began to make their way towards their respective homes, which coincidentally happened to be in the same direction. As they walked in silence, punhal, dirk roubou occasional glances at the girl keeping stride with him. Someone so young and yet she completely outclassed every medical professional Terrador had to offer. He had always assumed that all Pendallan was known for was not having any one specific thing that they were known for, but from what his former manager had said, the poison inflicted por the Gattarian assassin was nothing short of childs play for this aleatório tourist just passing through and that in turn opened up the pergunta of why someone like her bothered to go out of her way to help him in the first place.
Neither one of them conversed with one another until they finally reached the splitting point where they would have to separate. punhal, dirk was heading left, towards the ritzier end of Terrador where he and the Luzon both resided and Fi was to head right, towards the mais middle-class homes. punhal, dirk cleared his throat to get her attention and extended his hand. “Thank you, Madam. I would be dead if not for you. If there is anything else I-”
“Can I crash with you?”
The sudden pergunta had punhal, dirk retract his hand. He hadn’t even gotten the offer out and she was already cashing in the favor…what a strange girl. “Pardon?”
Fi put her arms behind her head and broke into her ranting explanation. “See, the thing is that Jaden and Zane are currently in a big spat right now so I can imagine that por now one of them has spitefully said something harsh to the other which is going to push the fight even further. Londres and Erik can’t go two full nights without getting so emotional and semi-romantic with each other that it is really starting to get hard to sleep and I’m pretty sure that Xavier has night terrors. If I return there tonight, it’ll just be one big tiresome event after another and it’ll be super loud and I might get dragged into it so it might be best to give them a dia to cool off then make an entrance tomorrow before we leave”
punhal, dirk blinked. Strange might not quite cover it. “I…see. Well then, if that is all you require, then of course. My início is this way,” he haltingly said with a gesture in the direction of ritz.
“Sick, dood. Don’t worry, I won’t be stealing any t-shirts from you. I sleep in the nude.”
Something about the term “middle class” did not quite convey the complete scope of exactly how wide the difference was between Jadens início and the opulent nigh-palaces that were currently lining the way towards Dirks residence. It was like a snowstorm of wealth, with each extravagant snowflake of a início completely unique from the ones beside it. Some had wide lawns, some had mais house than the land knew what to do with, multiple were filled with various training equipment or shed-like rooms likely used for training. This was because Terrador exemplified the concept that ferocity and brute force was highly rewarded. Everyone here was a popular fighter of Upper Class or higher. This was where the people who gave themselves fully to the game resided. Anyone with a large fanbase easily made enough to live in any one of these “homes”, that is of course, except The White Knight.
Dirks own início was at the end of the lane, sitting atop a small colina with a winding path leading up to it. It truly looked as if it were taken directly out of an over the topo, início flic about a mad scientist. It looked so conspicuous compared even to the rest of the neighborhood that Fi was sure that punhal, dirk had paid to have the colina installed. Upon entry, it was just as you’d expect, with staircases and corridors that seemed to take up most of the square footage.
punhal, dirk placed his spear against the mural and made a motion towards Fi. “Follow me and I’ll show you to your room for the night. I’ll also grab some suitable clothes. That is, if my former manager hasn’t cleared her stuff out ye- ”
“Oh?” Fi interjected. “You and she lived together?” She asked before glancing up as she clearly began to imagine something that seemed to be causing her to salivate.
“It was the smart decision,” punhal, dirk reported. “…let’s go.”
An hora and a half and one long hot chuveiro later, Fi emerged to find punhal, dirk quietly leitura some kind of novel. True to her words from earlier, Fi was garbed in nothing but the towel she used to dry off, her red hair was still soaked and had been darkened por the water to now resemble silky strands of blood gently dripping onto the floor as she made her way barefoot over to Dirk. As she positioned herself behind him and wrapped her arms around him, she caught a glance at the título of the book that was written atop each page.
“The Viscount of the Bold Dream” she read quietly out loud, eliciting a small startled reaction from punhal, dirk has he hurriedly shut the book which was a bad idea as it revealed the cover which had a very artistic portrait of a busty dark haired woman in a low cut dress being held tenderly por a ridiculously muscular man with cheek bones so high they were in orbit holding a lightly bloody dagger to her heart. The entire thing screamed “cheesy romance novel” which Fi found incredibly entertaining. “Ooh. Any hot sex yet?”
“I didn’t hear you leave the shower.”
“Ya, your floorboards probably absorbed a bunch of steam. You get phenomenal water pressure here. So anyway, back to this book…”
“I think you should clothe yourself first,” punhal, dirk responded, attempting to keep his eyes diverted from the damp towel around her that seemed to be losing mais of its grip with each passing second.
“Aw, what’s wrong? I did tell you that I like to sleep topless,” Fi retorted mirthfully as she removed herself from punhal, dirk and proceeded to mover around until she was completely in view to which punhal, dirk did his best to ignore her. She almost looked like a lover as she gently crossed her arms behind her back and flittered around the room, examining various things. At one point, she bent down to pick up another of Dirks guilty pleasure books, seemingly to peruse it and por doing so, the towel hitched up until what was underneath was less than an inch from being uncovered. punhal, dirk found it hard to tear his eyes away and gave a sharp exhale as he reread the same line for the 18th time in a row. It was going to be a long night.
Neither one of them conversed with one another until they finally reached the splitting point where they would have to separate. punhal, dirk was heading left, towards the ritzier end of Terrador where he and the Luzon both resided and Fi was to head right, towards the mais middle-class homes. punhal, dirk cleared his throat to get her attention and extended his hand. “Thank you, Madam. I would be dead if not for you. If there is anything else I-”
“Can I crash with you?”
The sudden pergunta had punhal, dirk retract his hand. He hadn’t even gotten the offer out and she was already cashing in the favor…what a strange girl. “Pardon?”
Fi put her arms behind her head and broke into her ranting explanation. “See, the thing is that Jaden and Zane are currently in a big spat right now so I can imagine that por now one of them has spitefully said something harsh to the other which is going to push the fight even further. Londres and Erik can’t go two full nights without getting so emotional and semi-romantic with each other that it is really starting to get hard to sleep and I’m pretty sure that Xavier has night terrors. If I return there tonight, it’ll just be one big tiresome event after another and it’ll be super loud and I might get dragged into it so it might be best to give them a dia to cool off then make an entrance tomorrow before we leave”
punhal, dirk blinked. Strange might not quite cover it. “I…see. Well then, if that is all you require, then of course. My início is this way,” he haltingly said with a gesture in the direction of ritz.
“Sick, dood. Don’t worry, I won’t be stealing any t-shirts from you. I sleep in the nude.”
Something about the term “middle class” did not quite convey the complete scope of exactly how wide the difference was between Jadens início and the opulent nigh-palaces that were currently lining the way towards Dirks residence. It was like a snowstorm of wealth, with each extravagant snowflake of a início completely unique from the ones beside it. Some had wide lawns, some had mais house than the land knew what to do with, multiple were filled with various training equipment or shed-like rooms likely used for training. This was because Terrador exemplified the concept that ferocity and brute force was highly rewarded. Everyone here was a popular fighter of Upper Class or higher. This was where the people who gave themselves fully to the game resided. Anyone with a large fanbase easily made enough to live in any one of these “homes”, that is of course, except The White Knight.
Dirks own início was at the end of the lane, sitting atop a small colina with a winding path leading up to it. It truly looked as if it were taken directly out of an over the topo, início flic about a mad scientist. It looked so conspicuous compared even to the rest of the neighborhood that Fi was sure that punhal, dirk had paid to have the colina installed. Upon entry, it was just as you’d expect, with staircases and corridors that seemed to take up most of the square footage.
punhal, dirk placed his spear against the mural and made a motion towards Fi. “Follow me and I’ll show you to your room for the night. I’ll also grab some suitable clothes. That is, if my former manager hasn’t cleared her stuff out ye- ”
“Oh?” Fi interjected. “You and she lived together?” She asked before glancing up as she clearly began to imagine something that seemed to be causing her to salivate.
“It was the smart decision,” punhal, dirk reported. “…let’s go.”
An hora and a half and one long hot chuveiro later, Fi emerged to find punhal, dirk quietly leitura some kind of novel. True to her words from earlier, Fi was garbed in nothing but the towel she used to dry off, her red hair was still soaked and had been darkened por the water to now resemble silky strands of blood gently dripping onto the floor as she made her way barefoot over to Dirk. As she positioned herself behind him and wrapped her arms around him, she caught a glance at the título of the book that was written atop each page.
“The Viscount of the Bold Dream” she read quietly out loud, eliciting a small startled reaction from punhal, dirk has he hurriedly shut the book which was a bad idea as it revealed the cover which had a very artistic portrait of a busty dark haired woman in a low cut dress being held tenderly por a ridiculously muscular man with cheek bones so high they were in orbit holding a lightly bloody dagger to her heart. The entire thing screamed “cheesy romance novel” which Fi found incredibly entertaining. “Ooh. Any hot sex yet?”
“I didn’t hear you leave the shower.”
“Ya, your floorboards probably absorbed a bunch of steam. You get phenomenal water pressure here. So anyway, back to this book…”
“I think you should clothe yourself first,” punhal, dirk responded, attempting to keep his eyes diverted from the damp towel around her that seemed to be losing mais of its grip with each passing second.
“Aw, what’s wrong? I did tell you that I like to sleep topless,” Fi retorted mirthfully as she removed herself from punhal, dirk and proceeded to mover around until she was completely in view to which punhal, dirk did his best to ignore her. She almost looked like a lover as she gently crossed her arms behind her back and flittered around the room, examining various things. At one point, she bent down to pick up another of Dirks guilty pleasure books, seemingly to peruse it and por doing so, the towel hitched up until what was underneath was less than an inch from being uncovered. punhal, dirk found it hard to tear his eyes away and gave a sharp exhale as he reread the same line for the 18th time in a row. It was going to be a long night.