That Awkward Moment When... » Places

         ((Sorry. Completely forgot about this roleplay until now x'D))

"Hey Sutton, give me one second will you?" Annabelle asked. He hated that, the way she called him by his last name. "Whatever, O'Leary" He called back up. A loud sigh escaped his narrowly parted lips. His impatience simply wouldn't allow him, but he said yes regardless. She then turned and mumbled something to Elliott before dissapearing through the door. Chris met Elliott's glance and turned away almost immediatly. He didn't want to have to seem all anti-social and depressed around her family, but rejected sort of stung, just a smidge. He didn't handle it well.

When he dissapeared into the house too, Christopher stood up and decided to give up. He walked up to the house and peeped through the door, "Anna, I'm taking off. Have fun. Call me when you need picking up.. If you need picking up" He mumbled, then shut the door gently, so as not to wake the baby. He'd already turned up at Leeandra's house and pestered her, he didn't want to wake her baby and provide her with more stress too. It wouldn't help him with whatever he was trying to achieve by chasing after her.

Christopher entered his car and slotted the key into the whole, turning it. His face brightened as a loud purr rumbled from the beauty. He allowed his eyes to linger on the house more a moment or two, then he huffed and pushed his foot down on the pedal, racing forwards. Again, he wasn't a very careful driver. It shocked him that he hadn't been caught out by the police yet. He just figured they'd let themselves slip a bit. Not that it was a bad thing, it meant he wouldn't have to pay any fines or have a ticket.

It didn't take him long to reach his house. Christopher pulled into the garage and took the car keys out of their slot. Everything went dark and silent. He didn't move. His head fell to the steering wheel whilst his hands dropped limp by his side. A strained cough thundered through his mouth, but he shook it off. Chris was a fighter, he wouldn't let little coughing fits or weakness get in the way of his day. Regardless of whether his day consisted of sleep, eat, bath, sleep.

He had nothing to do that day. No social life to uphold, no friends to entertain, no company to pester him, eat his food and drink his wine. As he entered the building, the chatting maids all went silent, their face stricken with shock and horror. "W-we do apologise sir, we'll get right back to work sir" One of them mumbled. Christopher snorted and shook his head. "Don't let it happen again. And.. You there," He pointed to a random one, "Go run me a bath. Alert me when it is ready and suitable for my usage". The maid nodded and scurried off.

'That was mean' Christopher thought. He shook his head furiously, "Shut up". The maids all shot him looks like he'd grown an extra eyeball or something. "What are you looking at? Off to work!" He yelled, making shooing gestures with his hand. Like the previous maid, they all turned around and scurried off. "Good girls".

Christopher wandered around aimlessly for a moment or so, before taking a seat on the living room couch.