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| Topic Started: Thursday, 12. December 2013, 00:45 (2,179 Views) | |
| Toran | Sunday, 15. December 2013, 23:23 Post #101 |
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He grinned and kissed her hand, stifling a yawn. "Who knows how it goes Lilbit. Just another stage of life. But I'll admit to have a pretty heavy dose of paranoia when it comes to wanting to have a safe secure home." He made sure to smile for her, enjoying her attentions. He slipped an arm around her waist and whirled with her, setting her down again and smiling. "You cheer me up. But, I think you're right about needing to get a bit more sleep." The muscular man walks back towards his bedroom, smiling sheepishly at having to go to bed like a little kid while she was still up. He sat on his mattress and yawned again. Flopping back down on the mattress and stretched out to lay his head down on the heavy pillows. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Sunday, 15. December 2013, 23:53 Post #102 |
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Brushing her hand across his cheek before he slipped away, the Swede gave him a smile and blew him another kiss. "Sweet dreams... I'll see you later" she said, although, if he was tired enough to sleep the night away she wasn't going to wake him. The poor guy needed his rest, and she? She ought to be working. Kind of. Walking into the living room she plugged her mp3 player into the stereo system and turned on the music, giving her something to move to as her boots and socks were slipped off to let her walk barefoot across the floor. The hoodie she'd been wearing followed suit, ending up thrown onto one of the lazyboys before she made her way back to pick up the paint and spray cans. She hadn't yet worked out a design, but, was that really important? She figured she'd simply go with the flow and see what came to her. As such? When Toran eventually wake up (assuming he did before dawn) he'd find music still playing in the living room and the scent of paint and spray lingering in the air despite the ventilation system doing a pretty damn good job of cleansing it. And.. singing? Yeah, singing. She wasn't the world's greatest singer, but she sang with a happy carefree kind of attitude that spoke of enjoyment despite her rather average skill. So obviously, someone was having a good time. |
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| Toran | Monday, 16. December 2013, 01:34 Post #103 |
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The heavily muscled man slept pretty solidly, his body replenishing itself of much needed red blood cells, a task made easier by his high iron diet. No matter how much he wanted to wake to spend time with Lucy, his body firmly kept him locked in a healing slumber. It would be very close to dawn before he started to rouse, and then only because he needed to use the restroom. Shuffling around as a sort of zombie he made it into the bathroom, took care of his business and then stood in the hall in a sort of brain dead shuffle, yawning heavily, his silver-blue eyes almost completely closed, barely taking in his surroundings, but unwilling to actually go back to sleep without the thing he wanted. That being his slim soft Lilbit to wrap his arms around and drift with. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Monday, 16. December 2013, 13:31 Post #104 |
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Which meant she almost walked straight into him when she came around the corner, a little lost in her own world in part due to having letting herself get engrossed in her work and in part because dawn was close enough now to make her a bit drowsy. Heh, if he hadn't been standing there? She probably would've just gone back to working and would've fallen asleep on the floor or in one of the lazy boys. The Brujah was horrible like that when inspiration took her. "Oh" she let out a surprised squeak and then breathed a sigh of relief as she smiled at him. "Hey, sorry, I thought you were sleeping" the Swede smiled as she moved in close and kissed his shoulder. She smelled of paint and her hands were stained with spots of colour. "I didn't wake you did i?" if she had she'd have to find a way to kick herself because the guy look half dead. From the living room the music could still be heard playing, and the paint scent was stronger in that direction as well. |
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| Toran | Monday, 16. December 2013, 13:40 Post #105 |
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He blinks and lets out a half away smile. "No... had to use the bathroom. Needed my Lilbit." He yawns a huge jaw popping yawn and kisses her forehead. "Almost dawn. Wanted to make sure you got into a safe room." His color was much improved and he looked well enough. Just like a zombie. Toran definitely wasn't at his best when he first started to wake up, even his deep voice had a big of a gravelly sound, like it rusted while he slept. But health wise he looked much better. He just, wasn't conscious at the moment, moving like an automaton on autopilot. It half occurred to him that he should get a day-tracker set up in the main rooms, a clock that showed how far dawn and dusk were so she'd be aware and wouldn't get caught in a compromising situation when the sun rose. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Monday, 16. December 2013, 14:02 Post #106 |
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The thought hadn't even struck her because of how safe she felt, staying with him. The place was a fortified bunker, with a security system that put the Pentagon to shame, so yeah, why would she worry about falling asleep there? Even if she crashed in one of the lazyboys she figured he would find her before he allowed anyone else in and heh, he wasn't the most sociable of people was he? So not as if there was a lot of people going through his apartment. "You're good to me.." Lucy smiled, taking his hand as the paint on hers had dried and so she didn't risk having it rub off on him. "Mmm... you're right, bed's probably a good idea" now that she stopped and thought about it, realizing the pull of day was tugging at her. Funny enough the sight of zombie Toran made her smile, perhaps because he felt comfortable enough around her to actually be a zombie. No need to hide or defend himself, no need to be alert because he knew that the predator currently smiling at him wasn't a threat. At least not to him. |
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| Toran | Monday, 16. December 2013, 14:30 Post #107 |
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The big man yawned into a fist and blinked at her, glad she was agreeing with him. He wrapped his arms around her in a lose hug and kissed her forehead again, perhaps leaning a bit MORE weight on her than he normally would because of his tiredness. Of course, she could handle it, being who she was, but if he'd realized he was doing it, he would have straightened up out of a normal need to not burden a lady. And despite how he sometimes treated her, he did indeed feel that she was a lady. "Mmmm, snuggles good... empty bed bad..." He sort of staggered towards the bedroom with his arms around her, half lifting her half leaning on her as he moved towards the bed. He was conscious enough not to topple them both if she wasn't ready to move. But his goal was to drop her down into the bed with him and drop back to sleep. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Monday, 16. December 2013, 14:47 Post #108 |
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Good thing she was a Brujah, because he was a big guy and as a human she would've had trouble supporting him with the way he was leaning on her. She was though, half tempted to just pick him up and carry him to bed. But, that would've looked ridicules and she wasn't sure how he'd react to that, so instead she simply walked with him and let herself fall into bed when he pulled her down onto it. Never mind the clothes, she'd leave them as they were. They didn't bother her anyway and it wouldn't be long before she'd be out of it. Besides, she could still share his warmth as he held her close and let himself drift off again. A feeling she knew she could never grow tired of. "Sweet dreams.." Lucy kissed his lips lightly and closed her own eyes., snuggled up close to the much larger Ghoul. "See you tomorrow..." she hoped. |
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| Toran | Monday, 16. December 2013, 14:52 Post #109 |
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The sleepy sleepy man had just enough presence of mind to slide a hand down to cup her ass before falling back asleep, revealing that even so sleepy his brain was effectively off, he still enjoyed her figure. He mumbled a soft goodnight, or, that was PROBABLY what he said, since it was so mumbled that it just came out a garbled groan. His head curled down to rest against hers and his heavy torso shifted, lying slightly on her frame. The advantage of ghoul physiology, by tomorrow he'd be back to full strength and ready to fight the world again. As soon as he slept just a BIT longer. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Monday, 16. December 2013, 15:06 Post #110 |
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It didn't take long for her to follow suit into the world of dreams. The Swede's body growing limp in his arms once more as she let out a quiet breath and went still. And by the time he'd wake up? Heh, even her mp3 player would've run out of music, meaning he'd wake up to a quiet apartment smelling faintly of paint and spray because the Brujah had been busy, very busy in fact, with making sure that one large wall of his living room had been decorated with enough colours to light up the place a bit. She might also have been thinking of Jen while she worked, because whether intentional or not, the woman she'd drawn had some of her features, some of her friend's looks. But, Lucy had been too caught up in the moment to realize that. And Toran? Well, he'd never met her, so not as if he'd realize it either. |
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| Toran | Monday, 16. December 2013, 15:18 Post #111 |
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Toran woke a few hours later and took care of his shoulder, shaving his neck to keep it clean and regarding his hair, now well down to his shoulders. He REALLY needed to trim it. He'd have to take care of that after breakfast. He finished the last of his steak and salad and chugged another large glass of OJ. He walked through his apartment, admiring the paintings Lucy had done, truly enjoying the bright colors. The ventilation system was doing a good job removing the fumes. He made sure her mp3 was plugged in so it would recharge, that way she'd be able to use it in the morning. He made sure the door to the bedroom was locked solid, to be sure that Lucy was safe within it's depths. Then he left for the day, out to do a few errands. One, to get a haircut and one to pick up some more motion sensors to work on his basement. He had to be able to make sure no one could enter through the basement without his knowing. |
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