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“ Vespasian turned off the water and grabbed his towel, wrapping it around his waist. He stepped out and a torrent of steam poured forth making him look kind of like an out of place person in one of those Halls cough drops commercials. He steps around the corner and sees Sera looking for a phone. He grabs his cell phone and says "hey, use this" he said as he tossed her his phone, semi-wet from the water still on him. "Just settle yourself at the table and I'll be there once I get dressed" he said as he started walking back to his bedroom. ”
Sera Brenden turns to look over at him. Her eyes widen and she immediately turns her eyes to the ceiling, her form going rigid in embarrassment. She catches the phone and pivots on her heel. "Thankyousorry." She wipes the phone dry on the front of her hoodie, before she snaps it open, dials work from memory, and is generally as responsible a person can be after being six hours late for work. He can hear her talking in the living room: "Mark? I'm sorry! I know, I don't know what happened. I just didn't wake up, and now I'm--what?" There's a pause, and he can hear her gasp. "...no! Nothing like that. I'm glad...yes...I'm glad he came in for me. Tell him I owe him one, and, again, I'm really sorry. It won't--right--it won't happen again." Another pause, and she speaks meekly: "...yes. Thank you. 'Byee." Click.
“ Vespasian walks back into the room wearing a loose white shirt with his ripped blue jeans "What was that about?" he asked casually as he tossed his hair around spraying her with warm water that smelled slightly of chocolate. He pulled out a chair for her and motioned for her to sit down. ”
Sera Brenden turns and offers him his phone back, her cheeks burning slightly, eyebrows slanting back. "Calling work. I was supposed to be there six hours ago. Someone's covering for me, but, my boss... Ehn. I can never tell when he's joking or not when he says I'm expendable. His tone..." She gives her head a little confused shake as she goes to sit down as indicated. "...yeah. Thank you for letting me use your phone." She says this as she delicately wipes the water sprayed on her face off with the sleeve of her hoodie.
“ "No problem, he should cut loose and chill." he said as he pushed the chair in and started serving her "What do you like?" he asked as he motioned to the food. He saw her hesitate and said "come on, work is for people who can't do this" he said as he took out a pack of cards and shuffled them quickly, they turned to 20 dollar bills in the blink of an eye and he kept shuffling them until they changed back into cards. ”
Sera Brenden turns her attention to breakfast. Sera has a very hard time making decisions about mundane wants like...breakfast. She looks up as he works the cards into something else. Her eyes flicker, and she looks back down at breakfast, her hands folding in her lap. "...that's something that's a fair bit difficult for me, still." She looks at him through the corner of her eye, even though she can't see him well that way. "Besides, I like my job. I love books--and it's turning out to be fairly useful. Random, and not as great as actual instruction, but very, very useful."
“ Vespasian nodded and just served her a little of everything. "Well you shouldn't get stressed about it." he said as he sat down across from her and helped himself to breakfast. "Did you sleep well?" ”
Sera Brenden will do her very best to be appreciative and enjoy everything he offers her, because she's just so painfully polite. She doesn't want to mention she thinks bacon is the worst thing that's ever happened to a hot pan. She decides to eat that first and get it over with. She nods as she crunches on it. "Yes. I have to admit, I'll probably go home and do a fair bit more in my bed." She muses, and says more quietly. "...I miss it."
“ "Fair enough" he said as he ate. He was silent mostly, leaving her to her thoughts because she seemed to like that. He had plenty to think of on his own anyways. Such as how to fight the men in black and how he was going to get the notes for the classes he missed but he wasn't worried. He was smug and self-assured as always. ”
Sera Brenden also has a lot of questions, though, so at length, she sighs, and starts to delve into them. "I've never been shot at before. I'd like to know why someone was trying to kill you, Ves." She can't help being straightforward.
“ Vespasian looks up "oh, that." he smirks and says "its because I'm dead sexy and their jealous." he laughed and said "well in truth I don't know, I just know that they want us to be like them and I told them no, and they've been hunting me ever since houston." he said as he munched "I guess I got you embroiled in it too, my apologies." ”
Sera Brenden blinks, and looks up from the food, frowning deeply. No, it's not okay that her quiet, hidden life of exploration has just ended, at least as she knows it. She can't blame him, though--not really. She did follow him out of the bookstore. She sighs, and looks back down. "...well. I guess there's no reason to be mad at you for it. I'm in it now." She pokes around her plate with her fork, her appetite all of the sudden gone... And there's no amount of politeness that can make her scarf down a whole plate of food for the nausea that now twists her stomach. "...you were in Houston?" Still not looking up. "I was, too, a little while ago. I escaped." She mumbles quietly. "There were demons, nephandi, and..." Her eyes flicker, and she stops.
“ Vespasian nods "Yeah, Houston is rough." he smiled "but I liked it because of the nephandi" he said as he clutched his fork a little too tightly "I guess I just like a good fight...and the vampires aren't too bad their either. They really know how to have a good time.....though I'd never let my guard down around one of them" he mused ”
Sera Brenden mumbles. "Good idea." She seems kind of lost for a moment as she remembers everything about that fucked up little chantry--the schizophrenic werewolf and her nephandus love; the demons that tortured her and basically bartered for her avatar... The fomori who pressed a hot metal cross into the back of her hand. She feels it bother her for a second, and she pulls the sleeve of her hoodie down over it. "I...ah...I should..." She fidgets, wanting to run home and curl up with a book or a pillow or her cat or something to alleviate her discomfort and uncertainty. "...I'm sorry, Ves. It's a pleasure meeting you, but...I..." She speaks quietly and meekly. "...I want to go home. It's been a bloody weird twenty-four hours."
“ Vespasian nodded "Yeah, I know." he said kind of sadly "Well then let me show you out." he said as he stood up and opened the door for her. "If I don't see you again, I'll understand." he said with a weak smile. He had expected this from the moment he opened up to her. He knew he was gonna get hurt but he wasn't man enough to hate the world back. Instead he just took it with a smile and tried to move on with his solitary life. "Its been great Sera, may the winds always be at your sails." he said not even bothering to ask for her number, plus knowing she wouldn't want to be close with someone looking like him, and in as much danger as he usually was. His eyes reflected just abit of hurt but other than that, he was a perfect mask of serenity. ”
Sera Brenden stands but frowns as she sees he misunderstands. "Oh, no. I'll be back, Ves." She hesitates, then reaches out to pat him on the shoulder lightly. Being a recluse, she's never sure what kind of gesture she should make--but she does try, at least, to figure it out. "I have several reasons to maintain your acquaintance. It's a plus that you're a good person." She nods faintly, even though she's wondering if that's the right thing to say. "I just need to go home and wind down."
“ Vespasian nods but is disbelieving, as he's been fed this line far too many times and just takes it as a sign that his mask isn't up to standards. "Alright, Well then I'll be seeing you." he says still a mask of serenity. "Go home and wind down." he said as he almost flinches when she reaches out to touch him, as if he's frightened at some primal level. ”
Sera Brenden notes the flinch, and she deflates a little. Wrong move. Fiddlesticks. She reaches into her pocket, looking down as she does so she doesn't have to see that expression anymore. She really does intend to come back, and so she wants to leave a token to ensure it. She procures a slightly marred business card--marred because it was in her pocket when the classroom rained--and hands it to him. It's the business card for the bookshop she works at, and it just happens to have her phone number written on it in small, neat handwriting at the bottom, along with her position there: Clerk. "Call me anytime. I'll pick up when I'm not at work. I'm usually...at work, though, so, best to call in the evenings or really early morning." She turns to go, waving shyly. "Sorry for leaving. Um. ...g'bye--" And she flees, ashamed at herself and not even understanding why. It's not like she's betraying him--she just wants to go home more than anything.
“ Vespasian takes the card with a gentle touch. He smiles a little as he watches her run off. He takes a deep breath and exhales slowly appearing right in front of her. He braces for the impact, and absorbs it without any trouble due to his size. He hugs her a little and whispers "alright, I'll call you." he says and promptly vanishes like a dream back into his appartment with correspondence. ”
Sera Brenden squeaks at the surprise. Literally, a squeak, like she's a mouse. Her eyes widen, and at first she's rigid. Then she relaxes, though, she only starts to hug him after a moment she has to take to recover. He's already poofed back into his apartment before she can get her arms halfway into the position of a hug. She stands there for a second, confused--then resumes scurrying on home, wondering when she'll be good enough to do what he can...
Indigo Toyota sauntered through the gate, on into the city, his cloak drawn around him in a crude imitation of some kind of musketeer, his hat perched jauntily atop his head as he gazed around the entrance to the city.