He examined the empty bottle with a pleased expression as he set it down on top of the nightstand beside the bed. “But I’m glad you care enough to ask,” he continued, keeping up the pleasantries, “It’s the start of the weekend and do you know what that means?” The silverette hovered over him, his grin growing sly, “It means...”
He straightened back up with one sudden movement, swiping the plastic container off of the steel surface. The silence hung thick in the air until he’d reached the exit to the bedroom. “We’re going to have a wonderful weekend together.”
Disappearing through the door, he was back almost as quickly as he had left – with a gift in hand. “We never had a chance to catch up, did we?” After all, he had sort of barged into that empty factory on a whim. And, well, what had happened afterward was just... a necessary first step in their relationship. “Let’s start fresh,” he said, setting down the box he’d carried in, “A new beginning.” He seated himself. “You know why I did what I'd done. Or, at least, I hope you do. So, let’s avoid,” he made a gesture toward his injuries, “all that from now on. I really don’t want to hurt you and, look, I even brought a peace offering.”
See? Kindness. He was going to be nice if the illusionist stayed obedient. And, since he did such a splendid job finishing his food, he was going to reward him by disinfecting and bandaging his wounds. It wasn’t like he could bear the thought of leaving him a mess. They were going to be committed to each other from here on out and it was the very least he could do. Plus, his spirit just seemed to be growing steadily by the minute.
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He examined the empty bottle with a pleased expression as he set it down on top of the nightstand beside the bed. “But I’m glad you care enough to ask,” he continued, keeping up the pleasantries, “It’s the start of the weekend and do you know what that means?” The silverette hovered over him, his grin growing sly, “It means...”
He straightened back up with one sudden movement, swiping the plastic container off of the steel surface. The silence hung thick in the air until he’d reached the exit to the bedroom. “We’re going to have a wonderful weekend together.”
Disappearing through the door, he was back almost as quickly as he had left – with a gift in hand. “We never had a chance to catch up, did we?” After all, he had sort of barged into that empty factory on a whim. And, well, what had happened afterward was just... a necessary first step in their relationship. “Let’s start fresh,” he said, setting down the box he’d carried in, “A new beginning.” He seated himself. “You know why I did what I'd done. Or, at least, I hope you do. So, let’s avoid,” he made a gesture toward his injuries, “all that from now on. I really don’t want to hurt you and, look, I even brought a peace offering.”
See? Kindness. He was going to be nice if the illusionist stayed obedient. And, since he did such a splendid job finishing his food, he was going to reward him by disinfecting and bandaging his wounds. It wasn’t like he could bear the thought of leaving him a mess. They were going to be committed to each other from here on out and it was the very least he could do. Plus, his spirit just seemed to be growing steadily by the minute.