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 Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2011 8:13 pm
 Zephyr raises an eyebrow. "Well, you are just only wearing an apron right now, though, if you get your clothes washed and dried real fast, then I don't think it would be terrible."
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2011 8:15 pm
 Eve blushes as she remembers that she is only clad in an apron. She nods and picks up her plate, "I'll just transform... There's not enough time for it to dry."
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2011 8:20 pm
Zephyr grins wickedly. "Come to think of it, I'm sure it would be alright if you just went in an apron. I'm sure you'd find most other guys will appreciate your loveliness only marginally less than me." Of course, he was joking. xD
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2011 8:22 pm
Glaring at him in mock horror, Eve gives him a playful push. "Pervert," She mutters before changing tunes and smirking. "Come to think of it. That's a wonderful idea. I could make us some extra money pleasuring other men."
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2011 8:31 pm
Now it was Zephyr's turn to be a little shocked."As pleasing as you are to me, you don't know a quarter of the things others might. You wouldn't get very far. Though..." He leans forward to kiss her gently. "You don't need to try that hard for me."
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2011 8:33 pm
Evelyn pulled away from his kiss with a frown, a bit insulted at his poke at her naivity. "I can be pleasing! I'm not stupid!" She frowns with narrowed eyes.
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2011 8:36 pm
That makes Zephyr raise both eyebrows, not entirely mocking anymore. "Really, now? Alright, then. Show me."
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2011 8:38 pm
She shakes her head still slightly offended, "Absolutely not! Why should I?" She takes the plates to the kitchen and begins to wash the dishes.
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2011 8:43 pm
Zephyr watches her leave and just sighs. He snags a piece of paper and a pen, scribbles a hasty note, then heads out the door as quietly as possible. The note reads, "I need to head out. Work. Sorry."
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2011 8:50 pm
Coming back in the kitchen she sees Zephyr is gone and sighs. Eve reads the note over and decides to make the most of the time. Cleaning her clothes from the day before, she sets it out do dry and then begins to get back to work with cleaning the house.
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2011 9:29 pm
It's about four o'clock when Zephyr finally returns, bone tired. He completely forgets about that Eve is there and heads straight up to his bedroom to sit and look out the window at the winnowing day.
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2011 9:33 pm
Eve hears him come home and tilts her head to the side hearing him head to his room. Setting her scrub brush aside, she quietly makes her way upstairs. Trying not to disturb him in case he was trying to sleep, but wanting to check up on him to make sure he was okay. He was pretty quiet, kind of out of character for him.
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2011 9:54 pm
Zephyr doesn't notice her, instead, undoing his shirt. He lets it fall and... something looks different. In the light of the sun, there was... a strange tattoo on his back. It seemed to glow on his back. It didn't look like a very nice one, all sharp edges and an unhealthy purple color.
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2011 9:59 pm
Evelyn freezes in the doorway upon seeing his tattoos. She slips behind the wall and watches the tattoo curiously, it was glowing. That part was interesting enough. She waits to see if he does anything else that would particularly peak her interest more.
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2011 10:09 pm
Zephyr Just sits, watching the dying sunlight. The tattoo goes through some different shades of purple, and then they extend all over his body in intricate patterns. Then it's all gone. Zephyr puts his shirt back on, and he stretches, yawning. It was really his way of remembering that day, not any real serious reason.
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