Safe and Sound—Agito

[ryn]

Agito paused as he hand turned the knob. He had been found out is seemed. It didn't matter he only acknowledged the statement about the turkey. He wouldn't admit she was right. "Turkey...okay" he stated as he opened the door and shut it behind him. He walked silently to the stairs. Did she just lecture him? Agito hated that feeling. He walked slowly down stairs and out through the front door of the lobby. He could tell that Carmen wasn't a killer from the night he first met her. That's why he had limited himself. It was for her sake. How should she take it if she knew that any mortal he fed from typically died. It wasn't that he was simply a killer or that he drained them to the point that survival was no longer an option. No it was simply genetic his fangs produced an enzyme that thinned blood and prevented clotting. Simply put anyone a bit that couldn't heal fast enough would simply bleed out and die. It was the reason why he couldn't sire any fledgling vampires of his own.

Agito walked silently down the street. He took out a roll of cash and began counting it as he walked purposely. It wasn't long before he had a shadow. Agito put the money away not wanting to attract more attention. He turned down an alley way and glanced around. 'Good it's empty' he thought to himself as he felt the blade of the knife pressed against his lower back. "Give me your money or I'll kill you and take it" the gruff voice demanded. Agito chuckled defiantly. "Oh noes, please don't hurt me mister" he teased in a childish voice. This threw the man into a rage. He jabbed forward with the blade intending the stab Agito. He would have killed him regardless of if he had complied and given up the money. Alas he was human and against someone like Agito he may as well have been moving in slow motion.

Agito spun on the man hooking the arm holding the knife then with his free hand he preformed a simply upward palm strike against the mans elbow effectively disarming him and breaking the arm in the process. The thug was now screaming like a little bitch. Agito relished the sound. It brought back memories. He smirked at the man revealing his fangs. He placed his foot firmly on the guys chest preventing him from moving. Agito reached for the broken arm and twisted it sending a new wave of pain through the man who screamed with renewed vigor. Agito laughed at his agony. He could smell his fear. "Too bad...this time you weren't the baddest thing roaming the dark." Agito stated as he leaned forward and sank his fangs into the guys neck.

Fresh blood even though it was only human it was still worlds ahead of the shit he'd spent the last few months drinking. He savored every swallow. There was no point in holding back. This guy was dead the moment Agito's fangs pierced his jugular. After a while Agito stood up and wiped his mouth on the back of his sleeve. He stared at the limp lifeless body for a moment. This was the real him wasn't it? The side that he had been effectively hiding from Carmen. Agito made his way back out to the street and towards the small 24 hour convenience store where everything was overpriced because it was a fact that you payed for convenience.

Agito purchased a few packs of the turkey that Carmen was so fond of snacking on. Then made his way back to the loft. He made his way up the stairs noting on the clock in the lobby that he had been gone for a little over 2 hours. Agito unlocked the door with a gentle click and walked into the loft locking it behind him. He placed his sword against the wall. Then placed the turkey in the fridge. He grabbed a fresh back of turkey and carried it over to the couch handing it to Carmen as he sat. He was obviously feeling a lot better now.

[Anastasia Kirilovna Marisova]

the sun doesn't like you, you always get burned, stay in the shade
AND WATCH THE WORLD TURN. BETTER FIND A NEW PLACE TO LAY ON THE GROUND, CAN'T STAY
WHERE YOU ARE OR YOU'RE GONNA BE FOUND. AND TIME WON'T PASS YOU BY, AND I WON'T TELL
YOU LIES. SO TONIGHT WE CAN BUILD A FIRE, ------------------------------------------------------------------
------------------------------------------------------ BRING PART OF YOURSELF THAT YOU'LL LET ME KEEP.

Carmen watched Agito leave, then sighed audibly when he was gone. He was more closed up than she was. Of course Carmen didn’t much care what anyone thought about her so she normally just said the first thing that came to her mind. Carmen wasn’t aware that Agito cared what she thought about him, but she figured that would be why he didn’t tell her everything that was on her mind. Although. . . Carmen wasn’t quite telling him everything that was on her mind. Some things she didn’t have to tell him, like how she cared for him. He might not know exactly how much, but she didn’t think it was that important. She hadn’t openly admitted that she had missed Agito like he had her, but he’d never asked. Sighing again, Carmen went to the fridge and pulled out the pack of turkey, finishing it off. As a human she had always had quite the appetite, and her constant need to snack might have been a habit left over from that life, or perhaps something to help her tide off the thirst. Both, maybe.

Carmen didn’t know how long Agito was going to be. Her turkey was gone and it had only been ten or fifteen minutes. Whatever was on the TV was annoying, so she flicked it off and grabbed her jacket out of habit before heading outside. Pausing before she made it through the door, she decided not to give Agito another heart attack and wrote down a little note on a piece of paper she taped to the TV, telling Agito she was on the roof. It was just in case he got home before she went back downstairs. With that settled, she went up to the roof and shoved open the door. No one ever came up here except maintenance people, so Carmen only had to bust the door open every now and again. They only replaced the lock every now and again, and the owner of the building was never going to install a security system because he was too cheap and no one ever stole anything from any of the other tenants. Closing the door behind her, she took up a seat on the ground and sighed with relief, smiling slightly as the fresh air hit her face and blew her hair in her face. The sound of the city was relaxing, and she sat there for some time, meditating.

After some time, Carmen opened her eyes again. Originally she had been against the idea of meditating, but after the first few times of doing it, she found it quite relaxing and she wasn’t as stressed and angry as she had been when she was human. She was still bitter and awfully rude when it came to being around other people because that was just how she was, but in general she felt better. Looking up at the sky, Carmen decided not to go back inside. She liked it better outside, anyway, and Agito would know where she was. From her sitting position she leaned back so that she was lying on her back, her hands on her stomach and her feet crossed at the ankles. She just lied there, looking up at the sky. There were a few little wispy clouds in the sky, though she couldn’t see very many stars. There was far too much light pollution in a city this big, and there was probably a nice little layer of smog covering the sky. Out of all the foster homes she’d been in, she missed the one she had out in the country. Kind of. Only the part where she could see the stars. There hadn’t been much else to do at night there.

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---------STATE Done
---------VOCAB 625
---------MUSE Fine
---------CHATTER
---------COSTAR Agito
---------WARDROBE
---------STAGE Roof of the loft
---------CREDIT coding/banner by yours truly. lyrics by Norah Jones

[ryn]

Agito was so caught up in his feeling of being sated of his blood lust that he hadn't really noticed that Carmen wasn't there until she didn't take the turkey from him. He looked over and finally realized she was gone. His eyes settled on the note on the TV. "on the roof" he read out loud before crumbling the note and tossing it into the trash. He put the turkey in the fridge with the rest and moved over to the window. He gazed out at the park and wondered if there was a source of more potent blood roaming around out there tonight. He wasn't feeling the effects of his thirst anymore so it no longer was urgent. He could survive on human blood like any other vampire, but it was the potency. He preferred the blood of other immortals because it was stronger. To him human blood was very close to drinking water.

He looked away from the window and walked over to the couch. He grabbed the remote and flipped through the channels. There was nothing interesting on so he stopped it on one of the random music channels they had. It was playing some old school Jazz. Agito suddenly realized how tired he was. Even though it was night time he had been up most of the day pointlessly worrying and waiting for Carmen. He lay down and closed his eyes bobbing his head slightly to the smooth tunes that circulated the room. He found himself wondering if Carmen liked this sort of music. He could get used to this stuff it was pretty relaxing. Maybe he should get an instrument, and learn to play. He was already great at piano. Though he hadn't played one in several years.

[Anastasia Kirilovna Marisova]

the sun doesn't like you, you always get burned, stay in the shade
AND WATCH THE WORLD TURN. BETTER FIND A NEW PLACE TO LAY ON THE GROUND, CAN'T STAY
WHERE YOU ARE OR YOU'RE GONNA BE FOUND. AND TIME WON'T PASS YOU BY, AND I WON'T TELL
YOU LIES. SO TONIGHT WE CAN BUILD A FIRE, ------------------------------------------------------------------
------------------------------------------------------ BRING PART OF YOURSELF THAT YOU'LL LET ME KEEP.

Carmen wasn’t sure how long she had been out he loft. on the roof, but she stood up after a while and stretched her limbs before heading through the door and back to the loft, wondering if Agito had returned yet. How long did it really take to feed, anyway? Of course, it would probably take him longer to find someone he could get alone than it would for Carmen. He wasn’t a hot teenage girl wandering the streets alone, after all. She pulled the door open to the loft and stepped through, not bothering to announce her presence at the time, for as she entered she realized she didn’t see Agito around. The TV was on and some Jazz was playing, but where was—Oh. Seconds later she discovered him lying on the couch, half asleep. Smiling slightly and rolling her eyes, she walked toward the kitchen to find out if he’d really brought her the turkey she wanted. Pulling open the fridge, she smiled and pulled out the little plastic tub, muttering “Score” under her breath.

Setting the tub on the counter, she pulled at the lip to pry the thing open, not trying very hard because she figured it wouldn’t take that much strength. However, the thing didn’t want to come off. Frowning, Carmen tugged harder at it—a little harder than was necessary. Half of the plastic lid tore off and the strength she’d put behind the motion yanked her hand back and the jagged edge caught her in the shoulder. “Fuck. Sonnuva bitch,” she muttered under her breath with frustration as blood welled in the deep puncture-laceration. She was more upset about breaking the lid to the turkey than anything else, and she started to go searching through the cupboards, looking for Tupperware to replace the turkey container to keep her food from going bad. She ignored the wound, knowing that it would heal by itself in a matter of minutes, so there was really nothing to worry about. “Do we have any Tupperware, do you know?” she asked, standing up and examining her shirt. It had just a small spot of blood on it, and she sighed again.

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---------STATE Done
---------VOCAB 364
---------MUSE Fine
---------CHATTER
---------COSTAR Agito
---------WARDROBE
---------STAGE the Loft
---------CREDIT coding/banner by yours truly. lyrics by Norah Jones

[ryn]

Carmen rummaging through the fridge had stirred Agito he sat up on his elbows and watched as the struggled to open the carton. Was it really that tightly shut that even with super strength you'd have trouble opening it?. He was about to offer to help when a loud popping/tearing sound announced that she had succeeded. Agito winced as Carmen cut herself deep on the lid. Not because of the thought of the pain, but rather the sight and the scent of the blood. Had this happened earlier he probably would not have been able to stop himself from leaping over the couch and tackling her in an attempt to get at her blood. He watched as a few drops fell to the floor, and couldn't help but think how much of a waste it was.

He stood up and walked into the kitchen and opened one of the cabinets near the sink. He took out a plastic container with a lid and rested it on the counter besides Carmen. He eyed the cut intently for a moment. His mouth watered a bit as he considered taking a taste,but instead he reached into the draw and got a clean rag which he used to put pressure on the wound. Even if it would heal rather quickly there was no point it just standing there and bleeding til it did. "never seen someone try to kill themselves with a package of turkey before" he teased as he watched the white rag turn crimson in his hand.

[Anastasia Kirilovna Marisova]

the sun doesn't like you, you always get burned, stay in the shade
AND WATCH THE WORLD TURN. BETTER FIND A NEW PLACE TO LAY ON THE GROUND, CAN'T STAY
WHERE YOU ARE OR YOU'RE GONNA BE FOUND. AND TIME WON'T PASS YOU BY, AND I WON'T TELL
YOU LIES. SO TONIGHT WE CAN BUILD A FIRE, ------------------------------------------------------------------
------------------------------------------------------ BRING PART OF YOURSELF THAT YOU'LL LET ME KEEP.

Agito came over and saved the day with a little plastic container. Of course. . . the one cabinet Carmen hadn’t thought to look in. Usually there were cleaning supplies in that general area so she hadn’t bothered to look. Pulling the little stack of turkey out, she threw it in the new tub and pulled out a few slices that she had originally wanted to get out. She glared at the plastic lid that had caused all of this. “Dammit. Didn’t think I’d need to use more than just a little bit of my strength and this what I get. . . stabbed,” she muttered to herself, sliding the broken container into the trash can and turning toward Agito who had pulled a washcloth out of one of the drawers, pressing it against the deep wound to collect all of the blood that had started to drip out of the wound. She looked up at him with eyebrows raised, but didn’t move out from under it. “You know that’s going to be fine in a couple minutes,” she commented with a tilt of her head. She supposed he didn’t want her bleeding all over the place, and admittedly she would probably need to feed sooner if she lost some blood, but she didn’t really care that much at the moment.

“Never seen someone try to kill themselves with a package of turkey before,” Agito commented teasingly, his eyes on the white rag. Slowly but surely, it was starting to grow deep red. Carmen smiled slightly and rolled her eyes at his comment. “Well, you know me. Always trying to be creative,” she responded with an errant wave of her hand. The idea of offing herself had ever really crossed her mind, though. She looked down at the rag, watching it collect her blood. For some reason, she found it incredibly surprising. Not alarming—Carmen couldn’t be alarmed—but it was strange. “Damn, that’s really bleeding, isn’t it?” she muttered, sounding fascinated by the simple fact that she bleeding more than she had thought she would with just a single, shallow stab wound. And by plastic, nonetheless! “Aw it’s so cute when you worry about me,” she shot at him as an after-thought, throwing his own words back at him and giving him a teasing smile.

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---------STATE Done
---------VOCAB 386
---------MUSE Fine
---------CHATTER
---------COSTAR Agito
---------WARDROBE
---------STAGE The loft.
---------CREDIT coding/banner by yours truly. lyrics by Norah Jones

[ryn]

Agito took her free hand and put on the wound. "Keep pressure here for a little longer" he stated as he took a paper towel and wiped up the few drops from the floor and threw it into the trash. He walked over to the couch and sat down. Idly he sucked the blood from his fingers as he tapped his feet to the jazzy beat that was playing. When he realized what he was doing he wiped his hand on his pants and picked up the remote. He turned up the volume a little and leaned back into the chair. "Do you like jazz?" He asked curiously in a preemptive move to avoid any questions about what he was just doing.

"I see trees of green..Red roses too...I see em bloom for me and you. And I think to myself, what a wonderful world." Agito sang along with the song. He was obviously enjoying himself he loved discovering new things, and he had never experienced jazz before. It was a great experience for him. He tapped his foot as the song went on, singing along ever so often since he didn't know all the words. "You know this song? Come here and sing with me" he shouted over the music and beckoned her over to the couch.

[Anastasia Kirilovna Marisova]

the sun doesn't like you, you always get burned, stay in the shade
AND WATCH THE WORLD TURN. BETTER FIND A NEW PLACE TO LAY ON THE GROUND, CAN'T STAY
WHERE YOU ARE OR YOU'RE GONNA BE FOUND. AND TIME WON'T PASS YOU BY, AND I WON'T TELL
YOU LIES. SO TONIGHT WE CAN BUILD A FIRE, ------------------------------------------------------------------
------------------------------------------------------ BRING PART OF YOURSELF THAT YOU'LL LET ME KEEP.

Carmen pressed against her little wound like Agito said she should and then went about putting her turkey away and then eating the slices she’d brought out. “Oh yeah sorry about bleeding all over your nice floor,” Carmen said sarcastically with a smile when she noticed Agito was wiping the floor where she’d bled. The clean rag was now sullied with her blood and her hand was getting wet with it. Walking into the bathroom, Carmen pulled off her shirt and rinsed the bloody cloth in the sing, wringing it out and leaving it in the sink while she examined the puncture wound she’d given herself. It had already gotten much better, but blood still continued to seep from her injury. She picked up the damp and semi-clean washcloth and dapped at it slightly until it stopped bleeding. Finally, she tossed the thing in the sink and decided to leave it there. . . she could deal with it later. In the other room, Agito was singing rather loudly to That song What a Wonderful World or whatever the hell it was called.

“You know this song? Come here and sing with me!” he called to her. Carmen rolled her eyes and walked into the room, tossing her bloodied shirt in the pile of dirty clothes before pulling out another, clean shirt. This time it was a black short-sleeved shirt that hung loosely around her figure. Throwing it on, she walked into the living room and devoured the last bit of turkey. She promised herself she wasn’t going to eat any more that night. “I don’t sing,” she responded while sitting down on the couch and turning sideways to drape her legs over the arm. “I don’t really listen to a whole lot of music, but not because I don’t like it. Just because I’m usually doing something else.” She tilted her head back to look at her companion upside down and gave him a slightly crooked smile. “I’m glad you’re feeling better.”

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---------STATE Dome
---------VOCAB 333
---------MUSE Meh
---------CHATTER
---------COSTAR Agito
---------WARDROBE
---------STAGE The loft
---------CREDIT coding/banner by yours truly. lyrics by Norah Jones

[ryn]

Agito frowned when she said she didn't sing, but after a moment he just smiled and finished singing the song on his own. When it was over he beamed brightly at Carmen. It was the best mood he'd been in for a long time. In fact he couldn't remember ever being happy before he met her. He closed his eyes and leaned back into the couch. "you make me happy" he stated randomly as he glanced over at her. Outside of the occasional embarrassing statement Agito was usually pretty straight forward and truthful. Typically whatever he said no matter how out of place and unlikely it sounded would usually be the truth.

"I'm glad you came back" he stated as he changed the channel to the news. He enjoyed watching the news. The silly things humans did on a daily basis was almost comical. It was a shame that this was supposed to be the dominant species on the planet yet they were the only species that committed countless acts of violence upon each other. Even the most violent of creatures spurred on by instinct. He didn't have anything against humans but he did think that their population should be kept in check a little.

[Anastasia Kirilovna Marisova]

the sun doesn't like you, you always get burned, stay in the shade
AND WATCH THE WORLD TURN. BETTER FIND A NEW PLACE TO LAY ON THE GROUND, CAN'T STAY
WHERE YOU ARE OR YOU'RE GONNA BE FOUND. AND TIME WON'T PASS YOU BY, AND I WON'T TELL
YOU LIES. SO TONIGHT WE CAN BUILD A FIRE, ------------------------------------------------------------------
------------------------------------------------------ BRING PART OF YOURSELF THAT YOU'LL LET ME KEEP.

“You make me happy,” Agito commented blithely. Carmen looked away from the TV and up at him. She frowned slightly for a moment, then her smile returned slightly. She turned to look at the TV as he started to flip through the channels, stopping at the news. Carmen hadn’t ever really bothered to watch the news. Idly, she kicked her feet slightly as she sat—or rather, lied—there. She tilted her head back as Agito spoke again, then tilted her head to the side. She knew he had been a tad worried about—well, his words were that he had missed her—but he hadn’t thought she wasn’t going to come back? Looking at him with her head tilted like that was a pain on her neck, but she didn’t want to sit up, so she merely pushed herself along the couch and made herself at home with her head on his lap. “Well I wasn’t going to let a silly thing like the sun do me in. And I don’t have anywhere to just run off to. You’re like, the only person in the world who seems to give two shits about me. Gotta capitalize on that before you realize your mistake,” she replied nonchalantly, turning her head to look at the TV for an instant when something caught her attention.

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---------STATE Done
---------VOCAB 223
---------MUSE Fine
---------CHATTER
---------COSTAR Agito
---------WARDROBE
---------STAGE The loft
---------CREDIT coding/banner by yours truly. lyrics by Norah Jones

[ryn]

Agito smirked at her comment and looked over to her. "I don't make mistakes" he responded before looking back at the TV apparently firefighters were trying to get a blaze in the warehouse district under control. It seemed that on the of buildings had exploded and the resulting fire quickly spread to several nearby buildings. It was still unclear if there had been any casualties as a result of the blaze. They suspected arson, but had no suspects at the moment. He he made to change the channel but changed his mind and set the remote down on the couch. TV was the best thing ever when he had first came here, but now it was pretty boring. He had almost forgotten his reason for coming to this city. He had only managed to control this small area so far after almost a year that was unacceptable. He'd have to step up his game. This rumored war would be the perfect way to disguise his intentions. "Do you still want to see the world with me? Perhaps we leave tomorrow night?" he asked curiously.

[Anastasia Kirilovna Marisova]

the sun doesn't like you, you always get burned, stay in the shade
AND WATCH THE WORLD TURN. BETTER FIND A NEW PLACE TO LAY ON THE GROUND, CAN'T STAY
WHERE YOU ARE OR YOU'RE GONNA BE FOUND. AND TIME WON'T PASS YOU BY, AND I WON'T TELL
YOU LIES. SO TONIGHT WE CAN BUILD A FIRE, ------------------------------------------------------------------
------------------------------------------------------ BRING PART OF YOURSELF THAT YOU'LL LET ME KEEP.

“I don't make mistakes,” he replied, watching something on the news about an explosion somewhere. Sad day. Carmen was quite content where she was and opted to continue to lie there. Who would want to blow up a warehouse? It had probably been some sort of crack house and some idiot hadn’t mixed the right chemicals. It made Carmen roll her eyes. Idiots should know you shouldn’t mix bases with bases if they were going to be trying to brew up some crack. “Do you still want to see the world with me? Perhaps we leave tomorrow night?” he asked her curiously, breaking the silence between them. At least the two could sit in silence and not have it be awkward. Carmen looked up at him, then leaned forward to grab a magazine from the coffee table. “I’ll have to check my schedule. . . ,” she commented sarcastically, flipping through the magazine for half a second. “Why, I do believe I’m free for the next eternity!” She grinned up at him. It was a strange way to say yes, but Carmen was a rather strange person sometimes.

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---------STATE Done
---------VOCAB 188
---------MUSE Fine
---------CHATTER
---------COSTAR Agito
---------WARDROBE
---------STAGE the loft
---------CREDIT coding/banner by yours truly. lyrics by Norah Jones

[ryn]

Agito smiled at her again after her response. "An eternity? Think you can stand to be at my side for that long? Cause I was thinking another week or two and you'd be tired of me" he stated while giving her a false look of accusation. He smirked and stretched a bit. "K I'll find out how much it'll cost to charter a private plane for a few weeks" he stated. His clan had been well off and he had the access to a large amount of funds should the need arise but he had never been much for money. It couldn't buy you the thing you really wanted.

He yawned and closed his eyes for a moment. He had taken a short nap and it had taken the edge off of his exhaustion, as did feeding, but he was still pretty tired. He knew he couldn't fall asleep yet otherwise he'd spend much of the daylight hours awake again and his biological clock would get accustomed to these new schedule of sleep and everything would just go out of whack. "Carmen-chan, come up with an idea to keep me awake." he stated as he turned his head to look at her expectantly surely she had some sort of idea of how to keep him awake. Maybe they would base jump off the building with no parachute. It seemed like the kinda thing she'd be into. He chuckled at the thought.

[Anastasia Kirilovna Marisova]

the sun doesn't like you, you always get burned, stay in the shade
AND WATCH THE WORLD TURN. BETTER FIND A NEW PLACE TO LAY ON THE GROUND, CAN'T STAY
WHERE YOU ARE OR YOU'RE GONNA BE FOUND. AND TIME WON'T PASS YOU BY, AND I WON'T TELL
YOU LIES. SO TONIGHT WE CAN BUILD A FIRE, ------------------------------------------------------------------
------------------------------------------------------ BRING PART OF YOURSELF THAT YOU'LL LET ME KEEP.

“An eternity? Think you can stand to be at my side for that long? Cause I was thinking another week or two and you'd be tired of me,” Agito responded. Carmen rolled her eyes and grinned slightly, lifting her hand to gently pinch his cheek. “Who could ever get tired of that face!” she teased with a laugh, withdrawing her hand and setting it on her stomach as she lied there. “K I'll find out how much it'll cost to charter a private plane for a few weeks.” Carmen looked back up at him and tilted her head to the side. “A private plane? Well that’s cool,” she said with a smile, turning back to the TV and lifting a hand to chew at a hang nail. She’d taken planes before when she’d been shipped around for her foster homes, but she’d also taken trains and busses and just plain driven. Well, she had been able to drive at the time, but she had been in the car and that was pain in the ass enough, sitting in a small vehicle for hours with other bodies and only stopping every few hours to take a break. . . . Well, that was better than a plane. You couldn’t stop a plane to take a break and flying coach wasn’t fun.

A silence fell over the pair again—besides the TV, at least. Carmen looked up at Agito and saw him dozing off. What time was it? Carmen looked over at the clock. Four hours until it was sunrise. People took naps all the time, though. She didn’t think anything of it until he asked her to come up with an idea to keep him awake. She shrugged and tossed the magazine she forgot she was holding back on the coffee table. It flopped down and slid a little ways across the surface before coming to a stop. “Well, we could always invite the neighbors over for a hot and wild sex orgy,” she suggested facetiously, raising her eyebrows at him and shaking her head before smiling and turning back to the TV. “We could go for a walk. Spar? I don’t know. Exercise usually helps.”

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---------STATE Done
---------VOCAB 365
---------MUSE Fine
---------CHATTER
---------COSTAR Agito
---------WARDROBE
---------STAGE The loft.
---------CREDIT coding/banner by yours truly. lyrics by Norah Jones

[ryn]

Agito opened his eyes and looked at Carmen giving her a mischievous smirk. "You know as well I do we don't have any neighbors on this floor...guess that means your thinking of having hot, wild sex with me....it's okay I just naturally have that affect on women" He teased, but it was true they had this entire floor to themselves. Hence why Agito was able to prepare a dojo in the building. Not that the owner of the building could have stopped him anyways considering he had been killed and drained long ago and they were living comfortable in his loft. Besides if she was offering he wouldn't turn her down. What man in there right mind would?

Agito looked away and set his eyes on his sword near the door. "well it has been a while since we sparred...but sparring is no longer necessary everything else you can learn will come from actual battle." he stated without telling her that he planned for her to get plenty of chances to improve while they traveled. They had to start throwing there weight around if they wanted to be taken seriously. He had heard of some brewing underground war through some less than normal channels. It seemed like the perfect front to mount his own private campaign. The bloodshed could be accounted to the war and in the end he could gain a few valuable allies.