Right... Don't let me impose on your schedule, though. [Especially since he was offering.
She sets her face back in her hands again, elbows on her table and blood still spattering her clothing. The glowing patterns have finally faded away the more he's talked her down, but it still seems like she's not entirely sure what to do next. Being alone would mean being left with only her thoughts, but she couldn't expect him to waste his time here.]
[He's unreal. She keeps herself from staring at him and nods, pushing herself up from her seat and heading toward her room, eevee in tow. She does pause at the door and glances back at him before she disappears, though.]
....can I ask one more favor? [It looks like she hates to do so, but she'd rather not be handling food as she is.] Can you order pizza or Chinese or... something? My card's in the bag. .....if you'd rather not, that's okay, too.
[And he wouldn't tell her that when it arrived, he'd pay for it too. It wasn't as if he spent his money often anyway, so when she got out, the pizza would be here. Nothing spectacular or anything, but it was better then nothing.]
[It earns him a melted, but extremely grateful smile before she heads off to shower.
She makes it as quick as she can, though she does take a few moments to completely compose herself now that she feels safe enough to do so. Even if those... things come after her, she's not in Everglade. There are laws here, ones that make sense, and Styxx is just outside the door.
She takes a deep breath, then sighs heavily and shuts off the water, letting the water run over her skin for a few moments before towling off and getting dressed.
She comes back to him a few minutes later in a pair of loose fitting sweats hanging off her hips and a tank top, lacy bralett below it and all. It's nothing extravagant, but it's mostly modest. She doesn't want to make him uncomfortable in the wake of his kindness, and she's not sure she can really afford any more vulnerability herself. She makes her way over to the coffee table and grins.] Thanks... what did you pick?
[There's a fond smile on her face as she opens up the cooler and pulls out his wine. He'll get his glass first before she goes back and starts mixing her own drink.]
Don't wait on me. I'll be there in a second. You can turn on a movie if you want.
[She works on mixing her own drink, making it... pretty strong for the typical woman, then makes her way back into the living room to settle in on the opposite end of her couch before opening up the pizza box.] iPod? [It's been a minute since she's seen one.]
Yeah. A friend gave it to me back in my world. I have a solar charger too. One of the few things I've liked about the modern world have been the music and video games I'll admit.
Handy for the Sahara, I'm sure, [she notes, digging out her first slice of pizza.] I'm guessing... lots of classical piano and some rock. And a dash of Miley Cyrus for kicks.
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She sets her face back in her hands again, elbows on her table and blood still spattering her clothing. The glowing patterns have finally faded away the more he's talked her down, but it still seems like she's not entirely sure what to do next. Being alone would mean being left with only her thoughts, but she couldn't expect him to waste his time here.]
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....can I ask one more favor? [It looks like she hates to do so, but she'd rather not be handling food as she is.] Can you order pizza or Chinese or... something? My card's in the bag. .....if you'd rather not, that's okay, too.
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[And he wouldn't tell her that when it arrived, he'd pay for it too. It wasn't as if he spent his money often anyway, so when she got out, the pizza would be here. Nothing spectacular or anything, but it was better then nothing.]
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She makes it as quick as she can, though she does take a few moments to completely compose herself now that she feels safe enough to do so. Even if those... things come after her, she's not in Everglade. There are laws here, ones that make sense, and Styxx is just outside the door.
She takes a deep breath, then sighs heavily and shuts off the water, letting the water run over her skin for a few moments before towling off and getting dressed.
She comes back to him a few minutes later in a pair of loose fitting sweats hanging off her hips and a tank top, lacy bralett below it and all. It's nothing extravagant, but it's mostly modest. She doesn't want to make him uncomfortable in the wake of his kindness, and she's not sure she can really afford any more vulnerability herself. She makes her way over to the coffee table and grins.] Thanks... what did you pick?
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Just a pepperoni.
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Sure.
[He could probably use one right now.]
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What'll it be? I can probably fake a lot of mixes, but I've got your wine, too.
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Don't wait on me. I'll be there in a second. You can turn on a movie if you want.
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No.
[He handed her his earbuds so she could listen for herself.]
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Alright, so it's not Miley, but I wasn't entirely wrong.
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