"Well..." Anna thought about all the houses she'd been in over the course of her life(These included her ex's house, her neighbor's house, her own house, her uncle's house, and her older brother's house. But I digress). "The kitchen would be on the first floor, and I'm pretty sure we're on the second. The stairs down would be toward the front of the house, which should be..." Anna struggled to remember where they had come in from. Eventually, she pointed down one of the hallways. "...That way." I think. she added mentally. She didn't say it aloud. Ainsley was the type to freak out if they got lost. Or maybe she was making that up in her head. Whatever. "OK, let's go." Anna was already headed down the hallway in that unshakable, headstrong fashion she had.
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Yoh, being himself, disapproved of Sasha randomly kissing someone else. But hey! Maybe they'd slept together. Not that Sasha hadn't slept with every man in this mansion but himself yet. Well, maybe they'd slept together recently. Still, that was sexual abuse, right there. He didn't want to watch that, and he doubted anyone else had wanted to either. Thus, sexual abuse. He could sue(he wouldn't, though. Too much hassle). Oh, he was good.
Yoh then turned his attention back to Lysander for the second time that morning. Thankfully, the boy seemed to be another person who disapproved of a woman who needed to sleep with others like a smoker needed a cigarette every few hours. And yet, Yoh didn't care about smokers. What was the difference? Well, Sasha used people. Smokers used inanimate objects that had addicting substances. Plus, Yoh had been addicted to smoking at one point or another in his life. He'd only ever had sex once, and he'd been in Italy. And totally sauced. And with those two things and having a really sexy boyfriend(who was also completely pished), and your high school Italian teacher not in the building, you sometimes lock yourself in the family bathroom and get it on. Thus, it was not his fault.
((For those of you not used to English and Scottish slang, being 'sauced' and being 'pished' are both being drunk. Really drunk.))
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Yoh, being himself, disapproved of Sasha randomly kissing someone else. But hey! Maybe they'd slept together. Not that Sasha hadn't slept with every man in this mansion but himself yet. Well, maybe they'd slept together recently. Still, that was sexual abuse, right there. He didn't want to watch that, and he doubted anyone else had wanted to either. Thus, sexual abuse. He could sue(he wouldn't, though. Too much hassle). Oh, he was good.
Yoh then turned his attention back to Lysander for the second time that morning. Thankfully, the boy seemed to be another person who disapproved of a woman who needed to sleep with others like a smoker needed a cigarette every few hours. And yet, Yoh didn't care about smokers. What was the difference? Well, Sasha used people. Smokers used inanimate objects that had addicting substances. Plus, Yoh had been addicted to smoking at one point or another in his life. He'd only ever had sex once, and he'd been in Italy. And totally sauced. And with those two things and having a really sexy boyfriend(who was also completely pished), and your high school Italian teacher not in the building, you sometimes lock yourself in the family bathroom and get it on. Thus, it was not his fault.
((For those of you not used to English and Scottish slang, being 'sauced' and being 'pished' are both being drunk. Really drunk.))
