✘ The Assassin ▄ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ ▄ Ghost didn't know why luck did not seem to be on his side on this particular day. He had been looking for some amusement to pass the time, and ended up in a long and drawn out quest to retrieve his stolen smoke bomb. From chasing birds to scaling buildings, hiding beneath furniture and remaining dead still; nothing ever seemed to be easy. Like his current predicament of laying still on the floor beneath her couch; the couch that she just so happened to choose to occupy, and just so happen to sit directly above where his head was. Her menacing black boots and heels lay close by; still resting over her unaware victim. It was not exactly good signs in terms of how his objective would turn out. It was like every inconvenience possible was popping up; as if he was being deterred from getting his smoke bomb. But once he had his mind on something, he would seldom give up on it. He was still as determined to retrieve his stolen property now, with some joy at the thought of what the women and avian may think when it was missing in the morning. However this thought was short lived as something new came to his attention; the smell of food. He could not quite identify what the aroma was of, but he knew the smell awakened his hunger slightly Frowning, he focused his thoughts on the least appetizing things possible; Chinese food, farm smell, extreme sweets. Things that got rid of his appetite just by thought. He did not need his stomach betraying him at this point, not after all he had been through.
The woman had seemed content with whatever she was doing above him; even her legs were sedentary from then on, forever marking the spiders grave. He was not sure how much time had truly passed as he was doing his best to remain still and not draw attention to himself. Whatever she had been doing she was doing silently, so any sound he made has the possibility of being amplified. This stalemate only ended when he heard a loud, shrill, beep and the woman say that dinner was ready. It had apparently been the alarm for her meal. 'And from the sight of the room... The dining area is right there.' He thought unhappily. If she were going to have dinner right away he would be stuck watching and with the smell of it in the air. This was a type of torture, though one he could last. Those with weaker wills would have been detected long before probably. But he had to be patient; he was an assassin for a reason, and part of that title implied patience and stealth. The women would then rise and walk away; leaving a red spot in her wake. The spiders corpse had apparently become adhered to her heel for now; at least until it was grinded off from her steps whenever that may happen. He hoped that was no omen; not that it would deter him or make him believe his own end was at hand though. He could not see her upper body as she was at the kitchen, but could hear her doing stuff there and shortly after call the bird after setting things up. To which he also noticed the bird move his smoke bomb too. 'So close...yet so far.' He thought to himself. He could risk going for it, but it would be a heavy risk when he could afford to wait for the right moment. It seemed though the bird and woman settled down, him learning the birds name was Freya... and getting confused when the woman said to thank Freya for the suggestion. He assumed she meant another person... or he may have stepped into the abode of someone crazier than himself. As she sat down he could see up to her neck but no more; though he wished he could see less. The food bowl was very evident as they both enjoyed their own meals; the bird enjoyed a large portion of it too. The woman seemed to have proper posture as she spoke, though he was little surprised given the outfit she had been wearing. Ghost was left to wait during this time, unable to move for fear of triggering her peripheral sight or the bird's sharp eyes noticing. And forced to watch as they enjoyed their dinner while he was stuck beneath the couch. 'Fate... You owe me for this.' He thought to himself only being half joking.
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Out Of Chances: At least he isn't as weak willed as Ryker
Aeval_Silvertongue
Posted: Mon May 20, 2019 5:55 pm
¤¸¸.·´¯`·.¸·..--»Dracaena Cinnabari Lenz«--..·.¸¸·´¯`·.¸¸¤ »»"Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Some stay for a while, leave footprints on our hearts, and we are never, ever the same."««
Dracaena would blink as she heard the clicking of beak and the chiding of her feathered companion. She chucked softly, smiling sheepishly."Right, Willow. So sensitive my bird is,"Drac thought, amused as she lightly stroked Freya's feathers."Right, Willow. I'm sorry, Freya, slip of the tongue,"the English mistress replied, slightly sheepish for her slip of mind. Work must have made her tired...not to mention the sugar rush from the sweets. Sadly there was none left to bring home, but that was probably for the best.
As they finished dinner, she would also finished the last of her tea before collecting the dishes and taking them to the sink to rinse well before setting them into the dishwasher. The leftovers would be left to cool for a bit longer. she would then look to her feathered friend, while still unaware that someone hid within her own home."She really does like that thing...whatever it is,"Dr. Lenz thought, curious of the sphere before waving for Freya to follow."Come darling,"Ms. Lenz called softly and with affection to her oldest friend. She would then smile as the raven knew just where they were going. She would then head to her room with Freya, closing the door behind her as she did, so she may prepare for the evening in.
After a few minutes of changing into sleepwear and choosing what to wear for tomorrow, she would exit her room, her footfalls softened by white silken slippers and walk to her bathroom so that she may brush her teeth and wash her face. The young doctor would then sigh and pat her face dry with a soft face towel. Her hair brushed to be straight and rested in waves at her thighs from the earlier updo along the delicate fabric of her nightgown. Humming a soft turn to herself that resembled Scarborough Fair she would walk back into the kitchen to carefully begin to store the leftovers in a glass food container to place in the fridge and clean the cooking pot and other utensils before they are placed in the dishwasher as well before walking away to check that the front door was locked.
Freya seemed to frown, though that was not possible for the bird. Her feathers did ruffle a bit as she clicked her beak in displeasure. "Willow, Willow," She repeated, in a sense of correction. After dinner and her mistress did her after-dinner chores, she would fly after Drac to look out their bedroom window. She had left the mysterious ball on the island counter. Both unaware that they were giving an opportunity to an intruder. After they exit the bedroom, Freya would take some time outside while her mistress did her nightly routine.
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✘ The Assassin ▄ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ ▄ Ghost had to refrain a chuckle as apparently the woman had confused the person in questions name for Freya, as the bird quickly corrected her to Willow. ‘Intelligent bird’ he thought that it new exactly who it was as well as their name. He could tell she was slightly embarrassed by her tone of voice and reaction to being corrected by the bird. ‘If only I could see the face; too much of a risk but I imagine it would be amusing.’ He thought to himself with a smile. It at least provides some relief to his patience now, and have him in a better mood. So much better than just pure silence while hiding under a couch. He would have to re-evaluate his gut hiding spots in the future. Dinner for the duo would continue as Ghost kept his mind focused so his stomach would not betray him, till it finally finished not too long later. Which he only noticed by the woman getting up and taking the dishes away. The next few minutes were spent with the sound of dishes being washed and other things being put away; making ghost wonder if he should grab a bite before he left. But it also gave him hope that he may finally get a chance to get his smoke bomb. He had spent the entire day in this endeavor, so it would be nice if he actually succeeded. He did not hear the woman’s words, only that she spoke, but could see the heeled boots head away as well as the sound of flapping wings. He saw them head for a door across he way and saw the bird enter before the door closed. He finally had his chance.
Ghost quickly yet silently slipped out from beneath the couch, eager to stretch after being cramped under there for so long. He kept his eyes and ears trained to the door the duo disappeared behind, knowing she could come out any moment. While he could afford to be seen at this point since he could bolt, he preferred not to. He made his way to the island as he saw his smoke bomb there; the thieving avian apparently seeing no need to take it with it for now. It had been moved from its original spot to the kitchen as Ghost closed the gap rapidly; he could duck under the side if she showed. His hand grabbed the smoke bomb and deftly attached it to his side belt. ‘Finally, my objective is done... However.’ He thought as his eyes looked to the room. He had learned the woman at least had no desire to steal from him and had intended to give it back. Freya though, as the bird was known, seemed to be a natural thief despite knowing that. So he felt some revenge was in order for the bird. He had no desire to steal from the girl, but he could frame the bird for it as he was sure it would get it in trouble. Smiling, he would make his way to the door she disappeared behind before pausing. He knew not what she was doing behind it and could not risk being caught. Turning his gaze to the door very close to it, he decided he could hide there for now. Opening it, seeing it to be the bathroom, he would slip inside and leave it open just small enough to see through.
He had not expected her to go for the bathroom. As her room door opened, her foot falls so soft he had no other indication she had left, he saw her gaze focused on the door he was behind as she headed to it. ‘Why must my luck remain cursed.’ He thought to himself as while he wasn’t fully positive, he was fairly certain she was going to the bathroom. He had noticed she changed attire as well but had little time to dwell on it. Panicking, his eyes quickly turned and scanned the room as there seemed very little to hide quickly and quietly. Save the tub...not having any other option his own silent foot steps quickly crossed the room as he laid himself flat in the bath tub just as the door opened. Heart racing, he would have to wait and hope she was not going to shower. He sighed in relief as she did not head to him and he heard the sink turn on. He lifted his head just enough for his eyes to peek just over the tub as he was mostly obscured by the curtains. She seemed to brush her teeth first and then go to wash her face, as Ghost felt himself oddly intrigued. He was a voyeur and loved a game of hide and seek; so it was exhilarating to know she was entirely unaware of him. ‘Or is she pretending not to.’ He thought briefly though dismissed it as she dried her face. She would spend a little time doing this before turning towards him as he quickly hid back down. As he hoped she didn’t get second thoughts on a shower. Again his heart raced as he felt it may betray him, not even being able to hear her soft footfalls but feeling her presence grow as she neared him. He held his breath...before hearing something nearby and not feeling the presence get closer. Slowly, ever so slowly, he lifted his eyes to peek above and around the curtain... to see her brushing her hair atop the toilet seat. He felt some relief and some worry though; she was so close to him any screw up would give him away. ‘It’s like she subconsciously gravitates to me.’ He thought to himself as this woman subconsciously kept making his task hard. He noted she would probably be considered an attractive girl, though apparently not very aware of her surroundings as she continued without noticing his presence.
He would only breathe a sigh of relief when she began to walk away, humming a admittedly nice tune as she did. ‘At least this is more entertaining than being trapped beneath a couch.’ He thought to himself with a slight smile as she exited the room. He waited a few moments once the door was closed to ensure she didn’t forget anything before creeping out of the tub and to the door. He opened it just a smidge to get a tiny view of the outside, only vaguely seeing the woman putting things away into the fridge. At least he wouldn’t have to worry about the smell of that food for some time to come. He would be patient too, and it was rewarded as he saw her disappear from view. The bird also being nowhere in sight...he switched from bathroom to apparently her bedroom. As he heard no exclamation or caw, he assumed he made it undetected as he closed the door behind him. Now for his true objective: frame the bird. He began searching her room all over for any valuables she may have had, keeping an eye and ear on the door. With how softly she stepped it could be very hard to notice when she was returning. However despite a thorough search of the main room it revealed little of value. Except of him learning of what he assumed to be relatives of hers, if not close friends from pictures. His eyes would finally rest on a door in her room that he assumed led to the closet. ‘It’s worth a shot.’ He thought, as if nothing turned up he would just have to leave. Doing a thorough search of that room, after admiring her gothic attire as he rather liked the look of it, he was rewarded for his diligence. He found a jewelry box that seemed to hold plenty of valuables. She was lucky none struck his fancy or else he may have taken one for himself. Choosing what he viewed to be the most intriguing/ attractive necklace, he would close the box and re-hide it before cautiously exiting the closet. His eyes immediately turned to the window as an easy way out. Walking over to it with confidence and premature feelings of success he tried it...Only to find it to be fixed so that he could not open it. 'How is it that she could thwart my usual attempts and force me to adapt so much without even noting my presence.' He wondered to himself, not really annoyed but wondering why he was having such an unlucky day. There never seemed to be an easy way to do things today. His gaze would travel back to her door. He did not fancy awaiting her return and hiding in here; he knew not if she was a light sleeper or if the bird would keep watch. Further the only hiding spot would be to squeeze under the bed which was a tiny space. He sighed as he crept to the door and opened it just a crack to peer out, trying to locate the girl and see if he had a chance at escape or if his mission would be delayed... as seemed to be the recurring theme. He had made sure though to leave the room exactly as she had left it. He was not going to be sloppy after all this.
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Out Of Chances: It's like she is homing in on me x.x
Aeval_Silvertongue
Posted: Thu May 23, 2019 8:13 pm
¤¸¸.·´¯`·.¸·..--»Dracaena Cinnabari Lenz«--..·.¸¸·´¯`·.¸¸¤ »»"Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Some stay for a while, leave footprints on our hearts, and we are never, ever the same."««
Dracaena enjoyed her book for a while, losing track of time as she was engrossed by the thriller novel. With a yawn, she looked at the time. A soft gasp escaping her lips as she did."Oh my, how time flies,"Drac thought before marking her spot in the book and closing it. Though she kept it in her hold as she stood."Come Freya, time for bed,"Drac told her companion. With Freya on her shoulder, the young doctor walked to double-check the front door, both sliding glass doors. The one in the guest room and the one in the living room."Alright, all seems secured,"Dr. Lenz confirmed with satisfaction, the condo now darkened as all lights were off. Mistress and raven would now begin to head to the bedroom. Once inside, Freya would fly off her shoulder and Dracaena slid under the covers of her cozy bed for the night."Pleasant dreams and sweetest nightmares, Freya,"Ms. Lenz said and closed her eyes to slowly drift off to sleep.
Freya was enjoying the quiet until her mistress called to her. With a soft caw, she flew over and landed on Drac's shoulder lightly. Taking their rounds until they reached the bedroom. She then flew to her perch and settled down to sleep.
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Ghost found that his escape plans would be further hindered as he peeked through the door. The woman was at the very same couch she had inadvertently trapped him beneath before and was reading a book. While he could take the risk that she was too absorbed in the book to notice him if he chose to flee. He knew how strong peripheral vision could be. It was too great a risk to do after he had come so far. A phrase he found himself saying with alarming frequency that night. At that point it may have been better to disregard caution and just go off... but that was not part of his greater plans. So until she moved positions for a long enough period, he was stuck here waiting...and boy did she make him wait. It was an entire forty minutes spent standing mostly still by the door, watching as she seemed absorbed in her book. While in retrospect it was not a long reading session, it felt much longer due to his lack of options. He needed to be ready to escape when he had the chance, and so could not abandon that position. Especially when her footfalls were too silent to account for. Finally his prayers were answered as she yawned and gasped as she seemed to notice something, rising from her seat with book closed in her grasp. He was hoping she perhaps had to use the restroom and he could take that chance to escape.
She would call Freya to bed though which worried him. If she were to go directly to bed he would have little chance to escape, and as the bird flew onto her shoulder he felt more worry. But he stayed by his post for now and watched as they disappeared from sight. 'Finally, a chance.' He thought before hearing something off in the hall and paused. This pause was what saved him from detection as he soon saw her and Freya return and quickly enter another room. She seemed to be checking everything and he had not scouted that room; he knew not how big it was or how long she would be in it. He wasn't going to risk it at this point. 'I need to prepare before she returns here...' He thought as his eyes scanned across the room. The closet was no good as it would be too easy to find and trap him if he were there... leaving only one spot. Going to the bed he would look under it... it would be tight fit, but he could fit under it. Satisfied with a spot he went over to the door to check one last time... and his eyes widened as he saw she was headed right for the door. He lithely moved back to the bed and shimmied his way underneath, being fully underneath just as she opened the door.
While the entire house was dark now, Ghost could just make out the pair of light blue slippers adorning the woman's feet. His eyes having had time to adjust while in the dark room waiting for a chance to escape. While they were not imposing in the slightest, the perspective almost felt comical of how the greatest threat to him now was just wearing admittedly nice slippers. How if they grew to close they could spell his potential capture...well maybe that was too dramatic. It would reveal him potentially if she stepped too close against the bed with them. He saw her head for the foot of the bed and take them off, thankfully not having them bump into him. He held his breath with her so close... before breathing a silent sigh of relief as her feet disappeared from view as he heard the creak of the bed above him. 'Why does she stick so close to me...' He thought, as apparently this was just a cursed day for him. He heard her say goodnight to the bird, and was left there stuck. A woman awaiting sleep and a guard bird in the room. His luck today sure was swell. He was patient though; it would do him no good to dwell on it and compromise everything. So he waited and listened as he heard the woman slowly drift to sleep, and the bird begin to make sleeping noises.
'Finally I can escape.' He thought to himself as he slowly slipped out from underneath the bed. He slowly peeked over the bed to make sure the woman was asleep, and shot a glance to the sleeping avian. Then he slowly and quietly crept to the door, opening it as carefully as he could, and slipped out the room. Making sure to close it behind him to not arouse suspicion. Only then did he allow himself to breath a normal sigh of relief. He had made it out the room and evaded notice successfully. He just had one final matter to attend to; framing the thieving avian. Ghost carefully made his way to the point he entered; the balcony on the east side of the house. Quickly yet silently moving, he would open the door to exit and seal it behind him. Doing a little trick with a bit of wire from his grapple to re-lock the sliding door. He would then reach into his pocket and take out the necklace he snagged from the woman's jewelry box. While he felt the avian may not be punished as harshly as he would like, it was still something and the only thing he could see to use to frame the bird. He would carefully set it in the bird nest with a mischievous smile. Though it quickly faded to a frown as he looked out at the city. 'An entire day spent just retrieving a smoke bomb...' He thought with a sigh. He would have to make up for lost time on the following day. With his tasks done, he would scale down the condo and head off to his own abode for the night.
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Dr. Lenz would smile slightly before looking ahead. He was truly honorable, and she respected that very much."I appreciate that. As for the pine needles, follow me please,"the proper Englishwoman stated politely before leading the husky faunus to where she had harvested her own pine needles before they would head to her place via walking.
~~Timeskip from Forest to City~~
Walking down the streets of the city, she would stop by a seven-story bricked building before looking back. Freya by this time had flown away from the pair in order to fly up to their balcony."I apologize in advance for the mess,"Ms. Lenz said a bit sheepish before they would ascend six flights of stairs up to the third floor and turning to her door. Once it was unlocked, the door opened up to a small entry hall that they'd walk through to an open floor-planned condo. What she called messy was hardly (if any) mess at all. At most, a blanket was strewn on the couch at the far end."I should fold that later,"The gentlewoman thought before turning to the professor once they were in."Would you like a glass of lavender lemonade,"Ms. Lenz offered politely after she had reached a bronze coat rack at the end of the entryway where she had hung her parasol, taking her basket to rest on the island momentarily. Her thinking was that their walk would take fluids from them and it was important to hydrate. Along the counters there were small containers of different herds that permeated the kitchen area (thyme, rosemary, basil, sweet basil, mint, and yes even lavender). Out on the balcony, perched on the railing, Freya looked out over Vale's streets calmly.
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Husky Faunus// Teacher// Exiled Tribe member Of all places to be......biggrinracs Apartment Of all the Things I could be doing... : coming into Dracs apartment Of all people to be with.....:... Drac and Freya Things I'd prefer to say but cannot....: "not a bad place. Odd she invited me over." This is where you can learn about me....: My Profile.... Out Of Comedy: Apologies in advance if he is a blunt Ahole in any way^_^
❆❆❆❆❆❆❆❆❆❆❆❆❆❆❆❆❆❆❆❆❆❆❆❆❆❆❆❆❆❆❆❆❆❆❆ Based on impression, what Fuyuki had expected to see, was a more botanic and fashioned house. One of those more organically based buildings with a herbal feel just from the outside. He had honestly hope, that the pine needles she had lead him too had been nearest her home. When he found out she lived in town however, he had thanked her, being calmed about having those ingredients to return with. Upon their approach into town had come closer upon them, those thoughts had remained, as he was silently relying on those thoughts as they were making their way out of the forest. Hoping to have seen her place more further towards the forest than city, his ears folded back a little as they were closing in to the sounds of the city. The cars, the people walking about... Ugh.... The carbon footprint. He was surprised with all the carnage of the environment, and wreck by technology, that the air was even still breathable. Nature was his more suited tastes of living. Fuyuki could live out there in the woods, yes, but the dangers that could happen any hour of day or night were there. He loved his research as much as the rest, but sometimes being all too close to the danger for too long, brought back the thoughts that haunt him. Even he had his limits, with guilt carrying those limits to a night of messing with his mentality. Still, the transition from nature to city always brought him back to his roots, with the temptations of the wild calling back from time to time. This time was no different... Almost. This time, he wasn't walking back into the city by himself, with the thoughts of his past trailing him in a line of woe and bother. The more welcoming distraction of a focus towards Drac's presence was what kept him more grounded. More... Stable. The threshold of his mind... Was surprisingly silent. Clear like water. The rhythm of his foot steps and hers added the stability, allowing the surrounding sounds be more muter to him. His thoughts on ingredients for his tea later was just that extra benefactor on management. His imagination on the earlier thoughts of her home had been vanished though, the sooner they had appeared towards her building though, the more he was looking forward to finally sitting down. The whole walking about was catching up to him. The building was upon them luckily, with the foreshadowing sight of the 7 story complex having him crane his neck up to count. "Please don't be on the top floor... My legs are on fire enough."
With that hope in mind, Fuyuki had followed her to the complex, after taking some relief to seeing Freya perch upon what was either the third or fourth floor of the building. Being too close to the building structure itself, he wasn't able to tell too much from the angle exactly. What was stranger to him, was the choice of words from Drac concerning mess of her apartment. Was she a slob!? Or worse... Was she a hoarder? "Humph.... If I happen to be on verge of freaking out by the mess... You'll certainly be the first to know..." Gruntling his throat to clear it, her mess that notified on had him worry. He didn't like messy places all too much. For her to say she had one had sent his spine crawling. It was not until he had fully entered her apartment though, had he seen her place to be the exact opposite from what she was making it sounds like. "Where in blazes is this mess she had spoken of!?" Was she referring to the blanket on the couch!? That's it!? The floors looked clean. The whole apartment itself looked inviting and cozy. There really was no mess anywhere like she had forewarned. "I don't believe this... If only she could have said she was joking, but her face had said she was completely serious this place was a mess!" Having been frazzled by this bamboozlement, Fuyuki strained to keep his expression neutral, hiding it behind his hand, which he had used to pinch the bridge of his nose. Even his tail, which had been frizzed a little from the anxiety in his gut about walking into an actual pigsty, was just casually moving at the tip ever so slowly. "If this is what you call a mess, I must be an absolute dirt bag.... This is certainly one of the better places I have bare witness to. " He was planning on staying silent on that matter, but seeing how frazzled she unintentionally had him, he couldn't keep quiet, as he calmly folded his arms. The sound of lemonade had perked his ears up, not even realizing it had been a hot minute since they had anything to hydrate with when they were walking and foraging about. "A lemonade sounds acceptable, thank you."
Following suite, Fuyuki had chosen to be a polite guest, leaving his weapon beside the coat rack, after she had placed her umbrella down. Taking off his boots, he had set them beside his weapon, following her into the larger part of the apartment. From there, his eye had taken towards the direction of the kitchen, seeing her collection or gathered herbs upon the kitchen counter. "Organized..." A good trait to possess. His gaze lingered on the herbs for only a small amount of time, before he had changed his attention towards the rest of the room. Unused to being a guest in someone else's home, the matter of sitting or just going ahead to standing was an issue. He could have asked her about it, but like everything else, he was a man of silence. Rather than sitting on the couches, he had politely inclined to taking a seat upon the first chair, closer towards the door of the apartment, upon the three that were in front of the island in the middle of the kitchen section. While she was getting the lemonade, he surprisingly, had tried some small talk, but by his last sentence, he was clearly still perplexed by the tomfoolery of her assuming the place to be a mess. "This is a rather comfortable place to live. The layout is a bit more unique than I am accustomed to. I still don't see this mess you have spoken of however... I'd say this is rather suitable."
Ms. Lenz would almost smile at his statement. For some reason, his honesty and forthrightness was quite refreshing, and she hoped he was always like this. Once they were in the apartment, she would go to the kitchen and fridge to retrieve the pitcher of refreshment. Dr. Lenz would look around once again at her condo that was cleaner than when she'd left. Her expression was one of puzzlement before it dawned on her."Oleander,"the proper Englishwoman stated with a soft chuckle.
Seeing the husky faunus' confusion, she'd smile in apology before explaining."My sister, it seems, cleaned up before she left."Ms. Lenz explained as she poured two glasses with a neat and sure hands of a doctor before offering one to him. Once he had accepted, she would set hers down, turned to her lavender plant and began clipping a small bushel for the professor as promised."That was nice of her. I thought I'd have to worry about her clothes everywhere,"The gentlewoman thought, relieved. it was not that her and her sister were sloppy, but sometimes things do get untidy in the abode.
Smiling kindly while Professor Lysander enjoyed the lavender lemonade, she would tie the bundle with a band, the scent was pleasing indeed. Turning back to face him, she would hold it out to him politely."For you,"Ms. Lenz stated with polite yet sincere kindness. She would then take her seat after he accepted the bunch and take a sip of her lemonade, sitting in the seat beside him."Professional yet polite and observant,"The gentlewoman concluded as he commented on her home. She was pleased with his compliment though."Thank you. And I guess you are right...it was a mess when I left. I do hope the lavender helps,"Ms. Lenz replied, deciding to be honest, and she would say why if he asked, but would not say more on that subject. It was pleasantly strange as it seemed they both were not good at small talk, but seemed to be trying.
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Husky Faunus// Teacher// Exiled Tribe member Of all places to be......biggrinracs Apartment Of all the Things I could be doing... : coming into Dracs apartment Of all people to be with.....:... Drac and Freya Things I'd prefer to say but cannot....: "not a bad place. Odd she invited me over." This is where you can learn about me....: My Profile.... Out Of Comedy: Apologies in advance if he is a blunt A-hole in any way^_^
❆❆❆❆❆❆❆❆❆❆❆❆❆❆❆❆❆❆❆❆❆❆❆❆❆❆❆❆❆❆❆❆❆❆❆ ahhh, was there a larger mess beforehand??? The way that Drac had spoken on her sister having been there, the pieces were much easier to put together. More so explaining everything to throw the confusion out the window. "So she wasn't just trying to throw me off..." Wouldn't have been a surprise, had that been the intent at all. Fuyuki had to admit though, when she had chuckled on an "Oleander," he had almost asked as to whether she had more than one bird in the place. "Makes sense," he had softly replied in return, scratching the side of his cheek in all awkwardness. His blue hue had shifted from her to the pouring of the glasses, taking note of the steady hands and grip she contained from the pour itself. It wouldn't have been the first he would have seen someone having shaking wrist action, so seeing the steady work was a different thing to see. Steadiness was a hard requirement, considering how easy it was to spill things. Whether spun to hard, or too sloppy, either result normally ended as such. From What Fuyuki was seeing, there was no mess, no staggering, no lack of steadiness. Impressive. The husky kept a poker face however, keeping his comments to himself, until he was received the drink. "Thank you doctor."
Taking the glass from her in appreciation, the first thing that had caught his attention had been the smell that had come from the beverage. It's recognizable scent was all too familiar. What surprised him had been the hint of lemon he was catching, having it been a moment to remember she had made it a lemonade. He was used to it in his tea, or in a hot beverage. To have lavender in a cold beverage, the curiosity in him had won him over, with the smell of the drink beckoning him to take a taste of it. Only when he had taken his first taste of the beverage, had his calmness hit him, bringing his train of thought to scale on a more normal rate than earlier. The lemonade was certainly helping a big part into it. "I guess an intellectual conversation with a decent drink helps set the mood to settle..." Merely an analysis that he held within stride. The beverage itself was an all natural feel to it, and he could feel it was created by someone most used to concocting such liquids as the lemonade. Hm... This brought an actual question upon him, with the words of if vibing off his tongue as he spoke. "Do you set your medicines in the form of beverages such as this? Much like an all natural herbalist, the skill work shows in the efforts of this with the amount of lavendar put into it. If you aren't one to do do so as it is, its baffling. This is delicious... One of the better drinks in my life.."
