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((How does he not know me that well?!? We talked enough in the club. I just haven't been around for like a month. What did all the memories just slip out of his head? Thats the same way I always talked to him, cept this is the first time I've talked to him in like I said a month))

((Well, you're right on the great friends part, however they do know each other ok. I mean, I don't think either know much about the others past, but they still know each other.))

((WELL MAYBE THEY ARE! WHO THE HELL ARE YOU!?!?! lol, j/k anyway, I got to head out, however you think you could give me one of the vacant rooms in the club? His regular pad is currently off limits.))

<<@Raven: Spend the night in the lounge tonight... xp ...if you can manage to come in here again, and prove you'll be loyal to your room, then there's no problem... =3>>

: biggrin eity blinks a few times, surprised at such an odd question. He tilts his head to the side as Satomi looks up at him, a curious look in her eyes. Deity chews on his lower lip slightly as he ponders the question, quickly realizing why his brother would want a room. He thinks outloud as he decides.::

....well....it would give th'two of you a bit more privacy....

::He sighs softly with a shrug, raising his right hand from Satomi's shoulder and clearing her face of her dampened hair, only to have it fall abck again.::

...guess that'd be okay. Here...

: biggrin igging into his right pants pocket, Deity pulls out a keychain, which is littered with keys. He snips one off with a large '3' on it, and holds it down to her.::

...y c'n give that to'im.

: biggrin eity's face turns a little red as the girl kisses him before resting against his chest. You'd think he would've gotten past this phase by now. He's got nearly two thousand years of experience under his belt, but he still can't get over this inane nervousness around women.

Aside from the few sneezes, which startle the mild Orinian a little, it becomes quickly apparent that the girl is asleep. He shakes her gently with his arms to confirm that fact, and when she doesn't move, he assumes that she must be unconscious. Rolling more onto his back for a second, and curling his right arm under her bare legs, Deity shifts his feet under himself, leaning forward and gently standing up, his scarf swaying silently in another breeze.

Deity begins walking away with Satomi in his arms, stepping out of the ring and eventually to the entrance. Upon reaching it, he turns a bit towards the small panel on the wall, aiming Satomi's limp left foot for the ceiling switch. With the toe of her boot on it, he leans a bit towards the panel, and it clicks, the roof beiginning to close with it's usual thick rumble.

Making his way through the hall and into the main room, Deity heads into the elevator, the door opening as he reaches it. Taking a seat on the leather chair inside, the door shutting behind him, Deity lifts his right hand from under Satomi and gets his '20' key, sliding it into the correct slot and turning the switch. The elevator begins swiftly moving up through the Tower, Deity returning the key to his pocket and again picking Satomi up, standing to his feet.

As the elevator reaches the top floor, the door opens, and Deity walks out sideways with the fair girl in his arms, turning right and heading for the bed. As he arrives there, he places her down on the mattress, slipping his coat out from around her and dropping it to the floor. He slowly and gently takes off the girl's boots, gloves, glasses, and belt, leaving her in enough to be decent, and comfortable.

Placing these articles of clothing on the end table next to the bed, the tall Tonepian sighs softly, deciding to sleep on the floor next to Satomi. He takes a seat on the plush blue carpet, folding his arms over his chest and leaning back against the side of the bed that Satomi is on. Lifting his left hand and taking his hat off, Deity drops it, doing the same with his glasses, before closing his pale red eyes and folding his left leg over his right ankle. He folds his arms again, becoming comfortable.

Within moments of this, he begins to drift off into slumber, his breathing becoming slow and rhythmic as it always does when he sleeps.::

<< whee ::lepoof::>>

((..and who the hell is this new Sir Aaron Wesley guy? He's not related to you, is he? Sorry if he is, he sounds kinda wimpy.. I'm sure a thwack to the nuts with a bottle of courvosier would send the giant a'tumblin down... considering that'd be around eye-level for most of us. xd ))

(( Lurks ))

(( Alright. ))