01-12-2011, 09:22 AM
“I’m going to kill you in three seconds, Hati.”
Skoll stood across from Hati, Sigfried planted firmly in the middle with arms stretched out in either direction staunchly. Hati held something looking like a small black box in his hand and waved it about tauntingly.
“What’re you gonna do? Taze me?” He cackled as he pranced around his barrier of man. Skoll jostled about momentarily trying to get past Sigfried, cursing heavily. “Three!” He shouted at the pitch of his lungs. He faked left before ducking right past the impromptu referee. “Two!” He sprinted across the tiny basement towards Hati, extending his arms. “THREE!” he speared the you,g short haired man into the adjacent wall and drug him to the ground.
Laughing insanely, Hati sparked the weapon in the air wildly as he struggled to right himself. He pounded his fist into Skoll’s back a few times as he trashed after his arm.
“You’re going to damage the battery!” he accused.
Sigfried stood across the room with one hand on his hip and the other on his forehead. They were prone to fighting like this if everyone was cooped up together too long. It had been a few days for the two and neither had gone out in a good long while. It was bound to have happened, the two were so diametrically different. Hati, admittedly was the prankster and Skoll the easily angered one. One wanted to be social and outgoing, the other just to be left the Hell alone. Sigfried was lucky he had a no booze in the basement policy, or things would be really ugly.
“Alright, alright, that’s enough.” He said dryly, barely making the effort to break them up. “C’mon now.” He leaned over and grabbed a half-finished coffee drink and sipped from its long green straw. “Knock it off.” He wandered towards the comfortable couch and grabbed the remote, flipping on the television lazily. “Oh, jeeze, wow dude. Really knock it off.” The sound of a cracking whip occasionally sounded from the tazer as the two continued to struggle mindlessly in the corner. Sigfried found a pizza crust in the couch.
“Yo, Hati.” Sigfried called over his shoulder.
“Hrrnnghh…”Random grunting noises were heard as he made the required moves to gain dominance and answer the beckons. Hati’s head popped up from the brawl for a moment. “Whaaat?” he nagged.
“Dude weren;t you like, making some egg something?”
He thought for a moment as he jammed his palm down into Skoll’s face. “Yeah I think so.”
“No! No, I was making some cookies.” Skoll’s voice was gruff but calm as always.
“Oh.” Sigfried tore a piece of the stale bread off in his mouth. “Well it’s on fire.”
The duo quickly looked up in panic as they saw columns of smoke arise from the shoddy electric oven, slowly filling the room with blackness.
As the two began to untangle to race to their collection culinary abortion, the door jangled and rattled with the sounds of scratching keys. Soon after the lock disengaged and the knob twisted and the portal flung itself open.
“… and they all just generally hang out here while I’m out to look after thin-“
Roy, Victoria and some new woman stood in the doorway, staring in at the debacle. Sigfried quickly pulled the crust from his mouth and sprang to his feet, opening his arms wide. “Heyyyyyy! Roy!” He tried his best at acting out a grin, but unfortunately Roy had gotten all the acting skills of the group. “So, uh, how was dinner?”
“They were closed.” Roy’s voice was tense. It cusped on being angry, and that sense of confrontation rang in Sigfried’s ears. He didn’t like it. “The owner did his duty and deployed to the off-world fight. His chef,” he gestured to Jarka curtly and nodded, “Jarka here, needs a place to stay. I said she could stay here until we can find her somewhere else.”
Hati and Skoll got up and lurked towards the flaming stove as Sigfried attempted to distract the new company. “So, uh, you cooking?” the new woman timidly asked.
Clearing his throat, Sigfried glanced back at the two. “Yeah. They were trying. Seems like that old crappy oven fritzed out on them.” He scratched the back of his head abashedly.
“Or Hati puts his eggs on my cookies and forgot to set a timer…” Skoll growled under his breath. Everyone heard him.
Roy clapped his hands together. “Ah. Well.” He looked around the disheveled room and to the three. “What happened to cleaning today guys?”
Sigfried looked over to Hati with a spiteful glare. “I was out. It was Hati’s job today.”
“Dude. The game was on.” His voice was defensive, as though his reasoning was perfectly sound and reasonable. Sigfried simply stared at him and blinked slowly a few times in response.
Roy pinched the space just above his nose and shook his head slowly. “This is ridiculous.” He stpped forward and thrust a finger at Hati. “God if I were you I would get my act together. You’d better be thankful to Sigifred tha-“
“Psshht, if you were me…” Hati spat quietly.
Roy quirked his brow and stepped forward, seriously angered now. “What was that? What did you say to me?”
Sigfried stood into the center of the room and used an oddly commanding voice. “Skoll, Hati, clean this fucking apartment.” He pointed to Roy and sternly indicated his quarters. “Dude, take your date and go chill the fuck out.”
Smiling he walked towards Jarka nad lay his hand on her arm. “Hey, listen, sorry. We’re not usually like this. It’s been a rough few days. A lot of stress with the campaign and all that. We’re just finally starting to gain momentum and… well, it’s hard.” He gave a warm, genuine smile and began to lead her towards the rear of the basement. “You can take my old place, I’ll sleep in Roy’s place.” Roy glanced over to Sigfried petulantly, motioning towards Victoria. Sigfried smirked and slowly shook his head in denial.
Victoria’s brow furrowed seeing the scraggly looking twenty-something year old command around the seasoned politician. It was strange, by any standards. It was easy enough to recall that Sigfried was supposed to be the man’s assistant, not the other way around. He did have a strange authority to his tone though. As though he knew exactly what each was thinking and knew just what to say.
She cast the strange boy one last glance before he lead the new companion to her room and Roy closed the door after them.
“This is bullshit.” Hati moaned additionally as he fanned the wall of burned air towards the open door.
Skoll spitefully scrubbed a dish and shook his head. “We could be out right now.”
Sigfried extended his palm to Jarka and took her hand up firmly. After a strong shake he released it and nodded to her. “I’m Sigfried. I think I’ve eaten at your restaurant before. Good… um… I think it was pancakes?” He scratched at the back of his dome as he did when thinking. “In any case, I’m glad to have you with us. Roy says you’re a cook?”
She smiled and nodded politely. “Yup! I work in the place Mr. Munin was going.” She shrugged now with a long huff. “I guess not anymore.”
Sigfried leaned against his old desk and nodded to her. “Yeah, I’m sorry to hear it’s going down. I mean, I’m glad we can give you a place and all, but do you have any plans?”
She brushed a long strand of hair from her eye and looked over to him. “I was going to see if the ECM could use a cook.”
He smirked and looked the woman over a few times. “Ah, something tells me that you can do a little more than cook. Call it… a premonition.” He grinned coyly at his own joke and nodded once again. “So, other than that thing with work, are you ok? Look like you’ve had a long day.”
She glanced about at her feet. She seemed more nervous than she should have been, which only sting into Sigfried’s flank like a poison needle. More secrets, he whined to himself. “No,” she replied as she looked up. How did he know she would say that? “Just an emotional day is all. The owner’s boy, from the restaurant? His boy was an intern at the Office. He died because of the attack.”
The words sank into Sigfried’s heart like a thousand nails wood. He hadn’t thought there was anyone inside the building when it went down. Yet another horror to creep about the recesses of his mind.
She looked up to him as he tugged at his hoodie somberly. “And I mean… I just don’t have anything right now. Nothing to shoot for. That job was my chance, you know? My chance to go somewhere. Be somebody.”
Smirking softly the young lad stepped forward and pat her on the shoulder. “So long as you can face the horizon, you’re moving ahead.” The sappy bit of sentimentality had stuck with him from somewhere. He probably learned it in college, where his bullshit lack of motivation knew no bounds. She smiled at the quote but he couldn’t be sure if she gave a damn.
Suddenly the ex-student looked up as though he could smell something in the air, or he remembered something important. “Kai damnit, Roy…”
Roy sat on the bed, the only room in the dingy basement that seemed to be at all catered to. The walls had been painted and the fixture replaced to make it well lit. It was a very soothing space, on top of the fact that everything in there probably cost what it would have cost to have the remainder of the place furnished properly.
"So, Victoria. I was thinking.” Roy’s voice was calm and clear, but he did not look at his audience.
Victoria glanced over to Roy nervously, digging the soles of her feet into the blue carpet. "What do you mean?”
Roy plucked at his suit momentarily before replying. "Well," he stopped once again to clear his throat. "I think that I've started caring about you. Romantically." After his admission, he nodded matter of factly, as though he were at a debate, refuting a point. He turned his head and stared at her stalwartly. "Listen, before you start, I know. You are young, I am old. Your work and mine, the public eye. I don't even want to get into it. I doubt that this is really even anything I should bring up, but- I mean, I’m an old man. It’s a silly notion.” He forced his own eyes away. “I thought it would be better to just say it, get it out in the open and work around it from there.”
"You care about me?” She blushes and allowed her eyes to sift over the walls. Her eyes twinkled as though something had been caught in them and they were welling up. "Mr.- I mean, Roy." The nervous habit of chewing on her lower lip exhibited itself again as she wrung her hands as though she had coal between them and was attempting to forge a diamond. "You're not that old, what does it matter? I like you.” She paused and leaned in towards him, her otherworldly power concealed behind thin wrists. "Is it because I'm only twenty?"
Roy took a deep breath before expelling it like a curse. "It's just... the campaign. Everything is muddled. It's hard to think about it." Roy strained to recall the memories of the times he had faced similar difficulties. Tried to bring back the old times. His other dates and his angry father. "I don't think I can remember the last time I had a woman in my life.” His words came from his mouth almost as if they shocked him more than anyone else. “I just don't want things to get out of hand."
"Out of hand?"the cherry haired young woman edged even closer and tilted her head like a lost puppy. "Like how?"
Standing up suddenly Roy began to pace the room quickly. "Like, what about the media? They can't know. What if they find out? What if any number of things happens? It could cripple the war effort. I could be endangering millions of people with this.” The twirling blue in his eyes was cast dark as panic arose within him. "I couldn't live with myself if something happened to you. It's already dangerous enough! Kai help us fucking aliens, up close and personal, attacked us just earlier today! I don't know how you've stayed so calm."
Victoria wrinkled her nose in thought a moment before bounding in front of the frantic politician. "Roy, you worry too much, I'm capable of handling myself, believe me.” He stood in front of him firmly before planting her hands on either side of his cheeks. It was an awkward position for the man, like he was staring down the barrel of a loaded gun. She leaned in and tugged on his face until he submitted to himself and was drawn into a soft kiss. "I'm in this thing, with or without you, but I like your company all the same, okay?" After her message, she stared into his eyes for a time and he could not help but stare back.
The woman drew her hand over his cheek and through his feathered hair and beamed in that simple joy that came in moments such as this. "You're good at talking, and kissing." Roy was given only a short amount of time to mull over the fructose-sweet statement, the mere bubbliness of it boring a tiny hole in his brain.
The door was knocked once immediately before it flew open and crashed into the wall. “OH! Am I interrupting something?” Sigfried was fuming. Red in the face he looked as though the veins in his brain were about ready to pop. Victoria backed away from Roy quickly like a frightened schoolgirl and blushed wildly. "Damnit Roy." His rage filled eyes were knowing of what this meant. It seethed and boiled with irritation.
Victoria’s eyes darted between the men. "I should go?" She let her eyes stick on Sigfried for a moment, an ancient sense of familiarity seeping into her mind.
Sigfried huffed once and shook his head in disappointment. “Kai curse ye, Roy…”
Victoria frowned with pouty lips. "Why is he so angry?" A tone of irritation flooded her voice. "For an assistant he's really moody towards you."
Trading stares between the door and his new attention, he spoke with a voice made of lead. "Yeah, you're right. He's never been this way before." He stormed about a moment before grabbing a small bag up off of the desk. "Do you- you want to go back to your house? It would probably be less... um... interrupted?" He still spoke with a steely grit to him, his fists clenching and unclenching.
"Interrupted?" She fixed her gaze on him with the naivety of a child. "Me and you? I- well, I actually…” She hesitated as though debating whether or not to divulge her secret. "I live in a hotel."
"Oh... a hotel? Why didn't you say something? We could have set you up with, well, something!" As shocked as he was he couldn’t think of any other rooms he had tucked away. He scratched the back of his head and shrugged. "Oh well... Well, do you want to go there now? I mean, I've just about had it with these people right now. I need to get out of here."
She smiled sweetly with an excitement seldom seen outside of seven year olds at a candy shop. "You want to hang out with just me?" Practically bouncing off the walls she was giddy and the sentiment radiated out of her forcefully. "Alright, but there's only one bed."
Sigfried stalked over to the stove and called into his old room. “Hey, Jarka!” He looked over the paltry ingredients in the fridge. “How bout you start out by helping me with dinner, huh?”
Roy’s room door creaked open and the two lovebirds stalked out of it quickly. Roy sterly intoned, “Victoria and I are staying at her hotel tonight.”
Sigfried stared at the two for a moment blank faced. “What? Hey! Nooo no no no no no…” He began to chase after the two with a look of true terror upon his countenance. “You can’t-”
Roy twisted the lock of the main doorway and flung it open. “Not open for debate.” He slammed the thing closed with a crash, leaving Sigfried standing in wonder and horror what the night may bring.
Skoll stood across from Hati, Sigfried planted firmly in the middle with arms stretched out in either direction staunchly. Hati held something looking like a small black box in his hand and waved it about tauntingly.
“What’re you gonna do? Taze me?” He cackled as he pranced around his barrier of man. Skoll jostled about momentarily trying to get past Sigfried, cursing heavily. “Three!” He shouted at the pitch of his lungs. He faked left before ducking right past the impromptu referee. “Two!” He sprinted across the tiny basement towards Hati, extending his arms. “THREE!” he speared the you,g short haired man into the adjacent wall and drug him to the ground.
Laughing insanely, Hati sparked the weapon in the air wildly as he struggled to right himself. He pounded his fist into Skoll’s back a few times as he trashed after his arm.
“You’re going to damage the battery!” he accused.
Sigfried stood across the room with one hand on his hip and the other on his forehead. They were prone to fighting like this if everyone was cooped up together too long. It had been a few days for the two and neither had gone out in a good long while. It was bound to have happened, the two were so diametrically different. Hati, admittedly was the prankster and Skoll the easily angered one. One wanted to be social and outgoing, the other just to be left the Hell alone. Sigfried was lucky he had a no booze in the basement policy, or things would be really ugly.
“Alright, alright, that’s enough.” He said dryly, barely making the effort to break them up. “C’mon now.” He leaned over and grabbed a half-finished coffee drink and sipped from its long green straw. “Knock it off.” He wandered towards the comfortable couch and grabbed the remote, flipping on the television lazily. “Oh, jeeze, wow dude. Really knock it off.” The sound of a cracking whip occasionally sounded from the tazer as the two continued to struggle mindlessly in the corner. Sigfried found a pizza crust in the couch.
“Yo, Hati.” Sigfried called over his shoulder.
“Hrrnnghh…”Random grunting noises were heard as he made the required moves to gain dominance and answer the beckons. Hati’s head popped up from the brawl for a moment. “Whaaat?” he nagged.
“Dude weren;t you like, making some egg something?”
He thought for a moment as he jammed his palm down into Skoll’s face. “Yeah I think so.”
“No! No, I was making some cookies.” Skoll’s voice was gruff but calm as always.
“Oh.” Sigfried tore a piece of the stale bread off in his mouth. “Well it’s on fire.”
The duo quickly looked up in panic as they saw columns of smoke arise from the shoddy electric oven, slowly filling the room with blackness.
As the two began to untangle to race to their collection culinary abortion, the door jangled and rattled with the sounds of scratching keys. Soon after the lock disengaged and the knob twisted and the portal flung itself open.
“… and they all just generally hang out here while I’m out to look after thin-“
Roy, Victoria and some new woman stood in the doorway, staring in at the debacle. Sigfried quickly pulled the crust from his mouth and sprang to his feet, opening his arms wide. “Heyyyyyy! Roy!” He tried his best at acting out a grin, but unfortunately Roy had gotten all the acting skills of the group. “So, uh, how was dinner?”
“They were closed.” Roy’s voice was tense. It cusped on being angry, and that sense of confrontation rang in Sigfried’s ears. He didn’t like it. “The owner did his duty and deployed to the off-world fight. His chef,” he gestured to Jarka curtly and nodded, “Jarka here, needs a place to stay. I said she could stay here until we can find her somewhere else.”
Hati and Skoll got up and lurked towards the flaming stove as Sigfried attempted to distract the new company. “So, uh, you cooking?” the new woman timidly asked.
Clearing his throat, Sigfried glanced back at the two. “Yeah. They were trying. Seems like that old crappy oven fritzed out on them.” He scratched the back of his head abashedly.
“Or Hati puts his eggs on my cookies and forgot to set a timer…” Skoll growled under his breath. Everyone heard him.
Roy clapped his hands together. “Ah. Well.” He looked around the disheveled room and to the three. “What happened to cleaning today guys?”
Sigfried looked over to Hati with a spiteful glare. “I was out. It was Hati’s job today.”
“Dude. The game was on.” His voice was defensive, as though his reasoning was perfectly sound and reasonable. Sigfried simply stared at him and blinked slowly a few times in response.
Roy pinched the space just above his nose and shook his head slowly. “This is ridiculous.” He stpped forward and thrust a finger at Hati. “God if I were you I would get my act together. You’d better be thankful to Sigifred tha-“
“Psshht, if you were me…” Hati spat quietly.
Roy quirked his brow and stepped forward, seriously angered now. “What was that? What did you say to me?”
Sigfried stood into the center of the room and used an oddly commanding voice. “Skoll, Hati, clean this fucking apartment.” He pointed to Roy and sternly indicated his quarters. “Dude, take your date and go chill the fuck out.”
Smiling he walked towards Jarka nad lay his hand on her arm. “Hey, listen, sorry. We’re not usually like this. It’s been a rough few days. A lot of stress with the campaign and all that. We’re just finally starting to gain momentum and… well, it’s hard.” He gave a warm, genuine smile and began to lead her towards the rear of the basement. “You can take my old place, I’ll sleep in Roy’s place.” Roy glanced over to Sigfried petulantly, motioning towards Victoria. Sigfried smirked and slowly shook his head in denial.
Victoria’s brow furrowed seeing the scraggly looking twenty-something year old command around the seasoned politician. It was strange, by any standards. It was easy enough to recall that Sigfried was supposed to be the man’s assistant, not the other way around. He did have a strange authority to his tone though. As though he knew exactly what each was thinking and knew just what to say.
She cast the strange boy one last glance before he lead the new companion to her room and Roy closed the door after them.
“This is bullshit.” Hati moaned additionally as he fanned the wall of burned air towards the open door.
Skoll spitefully scrubbed a dish and shook his head. “We could be out right now.”
--=~*/| o |\*~=--
Sigfried extended his palm to Jarka and took her hand up firmly. After a strong shake he released it and nodded to her. “I’m Sigfried. I think I’ve eaten at your restaurant before. Good… um… I think it was pancakes?” He scratched at the back of his dome as he did when thinking. “In any case, I’m glad to have you with us. Roy says you’re a cook?”
She smiled and nodded politely. “Yup! I work in the place Mr. Munin was going.” She shrugged now with a long huff. “I guess not anymore.”
Sigfried leaned against his old desk and nodded to her. “Yeah, I’m sorry to hear it’s going down. I mean, I’m glad we can give you a place and all, but do you have any plans?”
She brushed a long strand of hair from her eye and looked over to him. “I was going to see if the ECM could use a cook.”
He smirked and looked the woman over a few times. “Ah, something tells me that you can do a little more than cook. Call it… a premonition.” He grinned coyly at his own joke and nodded once again. “So, other than that thing with work, are you ok? Look like you’ve had a long day.”
She glanced about at her feet. She seemed more nervous than she should have been, which only sting into Sigfried’s flank like a poison needle. More secrets, he whined to himself. “No,” she replied as she looked up. How did he know she would say that? “Just an emotional day is all. The owner’s boy, from the restaurant? His boy was an intern at the Office. He died because of the attack.”
The words sank into Sigfried’s heart like a thousand nails wood. He hadn’t thought there was anyone inside the building when it went down. Yet another horror to creep about the recesses of his mind.
She looked up to him as he tugged at his hoodie somberly. “And I mean… I just don’t have anything right now. Nothing to shoot for. That job was my chance, you know? My chance to go somewhere. Be somebody.”
Smirking softly the young lad stepped forward and pat her on the shoulder. “So long as you can face the horizon, you’re moving ahead.” The sappy bit of sentimentality had stuck with him from somewhere. He probably learned it in college, where his bullshit lack of motivation knew no bounds. She smiled at the quote but he couldn’t be sure if she gave a damn.
Suddenly the ex-student looked up as though he could smell something in the air, or he remembered something important. “Kai damnit, Roy…”
--=~*/| o |\*~=--
Roy sat on the bed, the only room in the dingy basement that seemed to be at all catered to. The walls had been painted and the fixture replaced to make it well lit. It was a very soothing space, on top of the fact that everything in there probably cost what it would have cost to have the remainder of the place furnished properly.
"So, Victoria. I was thinking.” Roy’s voice was calm and clear, but he did not look at his audience.
Victoria glanced over to Roy nervously, digging the soles of her feet into the blue carpet. "What do you mean?”
Roy plucked at his suit momentarily before replying. "Well," he stopped once again to clear his throat. "I think that I've started caring about you. Romantically." After his admission, he nodded matter of factly, as though he were at a debate, refuting a point. He turned his head and stared at her stalwartly. "Listen, before you start, I know. You are young, I am old. Your work and mine, the public eye. I don't even want to get into it. I doubt that this is really even anything I should bring up, but- I mean, I’m an old man. It’s a silly notion.” He forced his own eyes away. “I thought it would be better to just say it, get it out in the open and work around it from there.”
"You care about me?” She blushes and allowed her eyes to sift over the walls. Her eyes twinkled as though something had been caught in them and they were welling up. "Mr.- I mean, Roy." The nervous habit of chewing on her lower lip exhibited itself again as she wrung her hands as though she had coal between them and was attempting to forge a diamond. "You're not that old, what does it matter? I like you.” She paused and leaned in towards him, her otherworldly power concealed behind thin wrists. "Is it because I'm only twenty?"
Roy took a deep breath before expelling it like a curse. "It's just... the campaign. Everything is muddled. It's hard to think about it." Roy strained to recall the memories of the times he had faced similar difficulties. Tried to bring back the old times. His other dates and his angry father. "I don't think I can remember the last time I had a woman in my life.” His words came from his mouth almost as if they shocked him more than anyone else. “I just don't want things to get out of hand."
"Out of hand?"the cherry haired young woman edged even closer and tilted her head like a lost puppy. "Like how?"
Standing up suddenly Roy began to pace the room quickly. "Like, what about the media? They can't know. What if they find out? What if any number of things happens? It could cripple the war effort. I could be endangering millions of people with this.” The twirling blue in his eyes was cast dark as panic arose within him. "I couldn't live with myself if something happened to you. It's already dangerous enough! Kai help us fucking aliens, up close and personal, attacked us just earlier today! I don't know how you've stayed so calm."
Victoria wrinkled her nose in thought a moment before bounding in front of the frantic politician. "Roy, you worry too much, I'm capable of handling myself, believe me.” He stood in front of him firmly before planting her hands on either side of his cheeks. It was an awkward position for the man, like he was staring down the barrel of a loaded gun. She leaned in and tugged on his face until he submitted to himself and was drawn into a soft kiss. "I'm in this thing, with or without you, but I like your company all the same, okay?" After her message, she stared into his eyes for a time and he could not help but stare back.
The woman drew her hand over his cheek and through his feathered hair and beamed in that simple joy that came in moments such as this. "You're good at talking, and kissing." Roy was given only a short amount of time to mull over the fructose-sweet statement, the mere bubbliness of it boring a tiny hole in his brain.
The door was knocked once immediately before it flew open and crashed into the wall. “OH! Am I interrupting something?” Sigfried was fuming. Red in the face he looked as though the veins in his brain were about ready to pop. Victoria backed away from Roy quickly like a frightened schoolgirl and blushed wildly. "Damnit Roy." His rage filled eyes were knowing of what this meant. It seethed and boiled with irritation.
Victoria’s eyes darted between the men. "I should go?" She let her eyes stick on Sigfried for a moment, an ancient sense of familiarity seeping into her mind.
Sigfried huffed once and shook his head in disappointment. “Kai curse ye, Roy…”
Victoria frowned with pouty lips. "Why is he so angry?" A tone of irritation flooded her voice. "For an assistant he's really moody towards you."
Trading stares between the door and his new attention, he spoke with a voice made of lead. "Yeah, you're right. He's never been this way before." He stormed about a moment before grabbing a small bag up off of the desk. "Do you- you want to go back to your house? It would probably be less... um... interrupted?" He still spoke with a steely grit to him, his fists clenching and unclenching.
"Interrupted?" She fixed her gaze on him with the naivety of a child. "Me and you? I- well, I actually…” She hesitated as though debating whether or not to divulge her secret. "I live in a hotel."
"Oh... a hotel? Why didn't you say something? We could have set you up with, well, something!" As shocked as he was he couldn’t think of any other rooms he had tucked away. He scratched the back of his head and shrugged. "Oh well... Well, do you want to go there now? I mean, I've just about had it with these people right now. I need to get out of here."
She smiled sweetly with an excitement seldom seen outside of seven year olds at a candy shop. "You want to hang out with just me?" Practically bouncing off the walls she was giddy and the sentiment radiated out of her forcefully. "Alright, but there's only one bed."
--=~*/| o |\*~=--
Sigfried stalked over to the stove and called into his old room. “Hey, Jarka!” He looked over the paltry ingredients in the fridge. “How bout you start out by helping me with dinner, huh?”
Roy’s room door creaked open and the two lovebirds stalked out of it quickly. Roy sterly intoned, “Victoria and I are staying at her hotel tonight.”
Sigfried stared at the two for a moment blank faced. “What? Hey! Nooo no no no no no…” He began to chase after the two with a look of true terror upon his countenance. “You can’t-”
Roy twisted the lock of the main doorway and flung it open. “Not open for debate.” He slammed the thing closed with a crash, leaving Sigfried standing in wonder and horror what the night may bring.
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