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[Lasai]

http://img44.imageshack.us/img44/2695/meelimullari0250.jpgShe looked up at him, smiling just a little. "Most people just laugh," she said, looking down again. She nibbled on her lip, and looked back up. "I know you have emotions, but you usually don't show them," she said simply, smiling again to show she was joking and that he shouldn't be angry. "I should clean up the tools and all before I go inside."

[Xx Lady Cerberus xX]

"Alright, you do that..." Hawx started to head inside, but paused to look back at Cypress. Somehow, he'd make it up to her; he knew he'd hurt her and that didn't sit well with him. With a thoughtful look on his face, Hawx headed inside, leaving the backdoor open.

He decided to run her a bath. Upstairs, he'd filled the tub in her bathroom, laid out fluffy sky blue towels, and rose scented shampoo and soap that he'd picked up the previous day. In all actuality, he wanted Cypress to smell nice, and wanted her comfortable in his home, more to prevent her from running then anything else. And didn't a woman deserve some comfort after all?

'Their such delicate beings...women...' Hawx thought, arranging the bathroom products neatly on the side of the tub. He'd have to figure out which scent she liked best by studying her habits; he wasn't the type to outright ask a woman such questions, deeming them to be rather personal to her.

[Lasai]

http://img44.imageshack.us/img44/2695/meelimullari0250.jpgIn truth, her favorite scent was dirt, but that wasn't the sort of smell you could get from a shampoo or a soap, or even a scent you thought about consciously. She wiped her feet on the grass outside to remove the dirt before she went inside. She didn't want to dirty the place up. She headed up to her room, humming softly to herself. She did need a bath, she thought, examining her dirty fingernails. Her hair was a little greasy, as well. She shrugged and trotted into her room, already smelling the chlorine from the bath. It was strangely inviting despite the chemicals.

[Xx Lady Cerberus xX]

Hawx waited until Cypress had shut the bathroom door before he moved to lock the back door. 'She didn't run..' he thought, confused. 'she had the perfect chance...and she didn't run. Why?' silently, he moved to his own bathroom and showered off, the entire process taking four minutes and leaving him clean. Toweling off, Hawx moved to pull on his clothing for the evening; a pair of red boxers and plain blue sweatpants. He opted often to not wear a shirt to bed, finding that he had difficulties trying to sleep if he lay down with too much clothing on. 'Well, I could always ask her why she stayed...' As he moved from the bathroom and back to his bedroom, he tripped over a pile of his own dirty clothing, just catching his balance enough to avoid falling. 'Got to have her clean this mess up while I'm at work'.

A few minutes later, Hawx wandered downstairs and into the living room, settling onto the couch to watch a movie.

[Lasai]

http://img44.imageshack.us/img44/2695/meelimullari0250.jpgIt was a good half hour before Cypress came downstairs, dressed in the same clothes as before. Her hair was wet, but held back in a neat braid. She wandered through the house until she heard the sound of the television and found him. She wasn't tired just yet, so she stepped in. "General?" she said hesitantly. That didn't sound quite right on her lips. "Is it all right if I make myself something to eat?"

[Xx Lady Cerberus xX]

{{Sorry it took me so long to respond, having drama issues again}}

Hawx has fallen asleep on the couch; Cypress's voice jerked him back to the land of consciousness, and he sat up, looking into her blue eyes. "Sure...there's fresh fruit in the lower drawers of the fridge...and the cabinets should be full..." he said, looking her up and down. She looked warm, and soft. Hawx found himself fighting the urge to get up and hug her. Instead, he distracted himself by turning to the t.v. again.

[Lasai]

http://img44.imageshack.us/img44/2695/meelimullari0250.jpgCypress watched him for a few moments, then smiled and turned to go make herself a simple salad, chewing through an apple as she cut the vegetables. She was humming again, slicing the veggies with ease. She ate them raw, no dressing for her salad. Afterward she did the dishes she had failed to get done earlier, then went back to the living room. If he was asleep this time, she decided that she wouldn't wake him.

[it's no problem, dear. don't worry about keeping us waiting.]

[Xx Lady Cerberus xX]

He lay sprawled on the couch, eyes fixed on a book in his hand; the t.v. was still on, nothing more then noise in the background to him. It had become a habit of his in order for the house to seem less empty.

Hawx looked up when Cypress entered, his brown eyes brighter now, the green specks around the pupil more apparent. "Find something good to eat?"

[Lasai]

http://img44.imageshack.us/img44/2695/meelimullari0250.jpgCypress smiled as she saw him. He looked so much better when he was out of his uniform, like he belonged in a world with everyone else, like he could feel human emotions. She leaned against the doorframe. "Yes," she said. "I think I'll go to bed now, unless there is anything you'd like me to do first?" She hoped not. She was quite tired. It had been a trying day.

[Xx Lady Cerberus xX]

Hawx stood, his expression serious as he cut the t.v. off. The facade didn't last long; his face split back into a soft, warm smile. "you do look like your about to fall asleep on your feet." he said, moving to stand in front of her. A strand of hair had come loose from Cypress's braid and stuck to her cheek; with a gentle movement that shocked even Hawx himself, he took the strand and tucked it behind her ear, giving her an awkward, one armed hug. "Goodnight...if you need anything, I'll be down here." Hawx mumbled, moving back towards the couch. The t.v. cut back on and in seconds, he was immersed in his book, even though he too looked like he was ready to pass out.

[Lasai]

http://img44.imageshack.us/img44/2695/meelimullari0250.jpgShe looked almost scared at that first expression, but she visibly relaxed as he did. Her eyes followed his as he stepped toward her, until she had to tilt her head back to see his face. She resisted flinching as he reached toward her, instead just closed her eyes. Perhaps he felt bad about earlier, she thought. He was trying to make up for it. She was abruptly pulled out of her thoughts as he embraced her, blinking a few times and finding herself unable to think of a response even after she was released. She looked back up at him and caught his arm before he could lay down again. "You should go to bed too," she said. "You look really tired, and the couch is too small for you to sleep on."

[Xx Lady Cerberus xX]

"I'll sleep in a bit..." he mumbled, touching her shoulder. "Don't look so worried." It took him by surprise; Hawx thought Cypress would completely and utterly hate him, yet here she was with a little bit of concern in her eyes. "I don't sleep much." the smile never slipped from his face, but it became a bit more strained. "get some rest please Cypress...I need you to clean the house tmorrow...i'm afraid i've rather neglected it over the year i've been here."

[Lasai]

http://img44.imageshack.us/img44/2695/meelimullari0250.jpgShe sighed and let her hands slide away. "All right, she murmured. She shook her head, then turned to head upstairs. Her steps were nearly silent, her weight so scant that she didn't even make the floors squeak as she walked across them. That was why she knew he wouldn't hear her path change, her footsteps stop at his bedroom door. She went inside, crossing to the dirty jeans he had left right there on the floor. He had nowhere to put the keys on his pajamas. She crouched and silently unhooked them, pocketing them before she went to her room. She had a feeling that she might miss this place.

[Xx Lady Cerberus xX]

Hawx lay on the couch for quite sometime, his eyes never leaving the book, until finally, after several hours, he drifted off to sleep. He hadn't meant to; if it was one thing that General Hawx Mennanon kept to himself, it was his serious fear of sleeping. He knew if any found out, they would scoff at him, but Hawx simply did not like sleep. The dreams were never pleasant for him, the sleep never restful. Nights that should have been peaceful were instead horror shows in which he couldn't simply couldn't escape. On the couch, he tossed and turned, struggling with unseen combatants in his sleep, until the book slipped from his chest and landed on the floor with a heavy thud. It jarred him awake, but only for a few seconds.