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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 8:46 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 12:32 pm
 Eve followed Zephyr to his home having problems keeping up to his quick pace. She looked around at all of the surrounding houses as well, thinking they looked pretty decent and nice, much better than her former masters shack.
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 12:51 pm
 Zephyr notices finally how tired she was for trying to keep up with him, and he felt sort of bad. He slowed to a stop, and waited patiently for her to catch her breath before continuing, slower this time. "Well, this is home. It isn't much, but I've lived here... more than I can stand, sometimes. Come. I'll show you around." He goes about his home, showing her just about everything except the basement. It becomes quickly obvious that he hasn't been keeping up with the cleaning very well.
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 1:02 pm
 Evelyn followed him obediently as she assessed the house. She mentally sighed, she already felt tired just looking at the mess. But it seemed about right for a lonely bachelor, turning her sapphire gaze back to him she wonders exactly why he would be a bachelor. 'His attitude no doubt, a stick of dynamite can withstand more pressure than him,' She mentally snorted before turning her attention to him, her interest peaked once he said he couldn't stand the place sometimes. "If you're so unhappy here, why don't you sell it and move?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 1:26 pm
 Zephyr watches her reactions to his place, and it only made him feel more tired and older than before. He manages to keep it from his features, though. When asked the question, he stops, pondering his words carefully. Finally, he speaks, "Call it... an attachment. I don't feel up to leaving this place. Too many memories. And..." He breaks off, shaking his head. "Never mind that, I didn't get your name, or tell you mine, how rude of me." He smiles again. "Zephyr. It would be important to know your masters name. What is yours?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 1:31 pm
 Evelyn looked over at him and raised an eyebrow, "Like the water?" She comments in regards to his name before mentally snorting once more, 'As if, you'll probably make me call you master like the others do.' But instead of commenting on that she answered, "My master's before you have called me by many names. Perhaps not the nicest ones, but I could hardly care. Every one of them seems to have a different one for me." She glances around the room before picking up a few things that were laying around and righting them, "Though my birth name is Evelyn if that is what you're looking for."
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 1:55 pm
 Zephyr's eyebrow raises at that. "Yes, like the water. It is a long story. But... as far as your name goes, I don't see why anyone would call you otherwise. It is rather nice. And it seems to suit you very well." He grins. "I guess I shall be like your previous masters and call you by something different, Evelyn, though Eve is rather cute." He gestures at himself. "As for me, master, or Zephyr, or both. I'll leave that much up to you."
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 2:31 pm
 Eve wanted to say something harsh towards him as he mentioned his wishes to be like her previous master, but the kindness he was showing towards her made that a bit hard. She smiled as he called her name cute and answered him, "A long story? I'm sure we have time... After all..." She looks around at the mess in the house with a sweatdrop, "I am your slave and you're the master..."
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 2:40 pm
 Zephyr just shakes his head and smiles sadly. "Perhaps another time..." He checks his watch, frowning. "It's that late already? Well, it's about noon, what say we get lunch going, then?" He asks brightly, hoping to cover up the previous moment with something more engaging.
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 2:43 pm
 Evelyn grins, allowing him to change the subject as she notes to take the story out of him slowly, "That sounds wonderful. What would you like to eat? Should I make something?" She asks him curiously.
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 2:48 pm
'Ohoho!' Zephyr thinks to himself, 'she can cook. That makes things much easier.' He thinks for a brief moment, then, "How about burgers. Think you can make one up? I have all the food, just not that much skill at cooking." This, of course, was a lie. He had plenty of time to become a master chief, but the less the world knew about him, the less suspicious he would become. He stayed pretty isolated outside of his business. And, to be honest, he wasn't confident that his skills, as masterful as they truly are, are any good at all.
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 3:20 pm
 She nods and makes her way to the kitchen, "As long as you don't mind if I make myself something besides burger... I don't eat beef." She chuckles and begins pulling out all of the ingredients and spices she would need to cook it up. Evelyn didn't mind cooking, she preferred baking though... Desserts were her strong point, but considering he was a guy, she didn't suppose he could cook all that well so she volunteered for the job. Not to mention, he didn't really know what she ate or didn't eat. Not that she was picky, there was just certain things she refused to eat.
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 3:34 pm
 "Sure, though I am curious as to what exactly you are making. Zephyr watches her get to work. He takes up a seat in the kitchen that is more towards the side, just watching and thinking. Well, she looked like she knew what she was doing, so he didn't have any objection to her doing the cooking. He smiled slightly as he watched her, though he is unsure as to why he does this.
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 4:03 pm
 Turning over to the stove, she flipped the dial to number seven heat so the burner could heat up as she prepared the food. Grabbing a pan, she sprayed it with a no-stick spray and washed her hands. Once that was finished she took the meat and began to patty it. Putting three patties in it in case he was one of those guys that ate a lot but still managed to stay skinny. Eve took the leftover meat and wrapped it up before putting it in the fridge, noting to check the expiration date on the items in it after seeing a green blob in the back when she cleaned later. As the patties sat in the pan she began to sprinkle them with spices on both sides then set them on the burner. As they cooked she spun gracefully over to the potatos and began to cut them up. Setting them in a pot of oil, she then set a different burner on so they could fry up into homemade french fries. Once all of that was finished she hummed to herself quietly oblivious to Zephyr watching her, Evelyn was in her 'zone' but for now she was wondering to make up for herself for lunch. Finally she settled for a boiled hotdog and set it up and flipped the burgers as needed.
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 4:37 pm
 Zephyr is clearly impressed with her skill. He did enjoy watching food being prepared, but he couldn't keep himself from wandering his eyes up and down her body covetously. She really did have a very fit form, and her outfit was... distracting... he shakes his head vigorously, pushing the thoughts from his mind as he watches her cook.
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