Post by Deleted on Jun 18, 2014 17:02:28 GMT -5
Jun 18, 2014 17:02:28 GMT -5
The next couple of months following the sudden chain of events was rather...quiet. Surprisingly so for the Fighter. He had been expecting more drama, of which was most likely to be caused by himself, but Ker found it to be rather silent. It wasn't that he minded. He was quite accustomed to the quiet life and despite his rather loud mouth, sassy comments, and all, he did indeed live a quiet life. Contrary to popular beliefs of the masses, he was rather quiet when he was by himself. Although, that was rather normal and obvious wasn't it? After all, there wasn't anyone to talk to. Or well, maybe there would have been if he hadn't suddenly found himself without an employer. It was only a couple of months ago when he actually did have a steady job and income. It was also only two weeks ago when he was living in an upscale estate in some rather fancy mansion room. It was pretty sweet if Ker could say so himself. But, as that voice in his head would like to point out, that mansion was never his home to begin with. It was temporary, a small little thing in a the big picture, and it was nice to call it home while it lasted.
The apartment that he had to his name was rather small. It was a single room apartment after all. He never did spend much time here, after all, why stay here when he could practically live on his work site? But, if there was anything Ker liked to call this little place of his, it'd have to be cozy. All snugly fit and put together, but still enough extra space to roam around in. Okay, not really, but it was fine. Honestly now, Ker wasn't expecting a huge parlor room sized thing when he decided to live in an apartment, but if anything, it certainly beat living on the streets or back alleys in Egypt. Plus, it came with nice running water that wasn't from the river. An easy one up if you asked him.
The ends of white silk locks were still damp, some of which were still wet enough to have water collect and bead into droplets at the end. The water fell unto the plush beige carpet or collected at the ends to be soaked up by the white towel hanging around his neck. Fresh from the shower and the man was practically purring with pleasure. The ache in his muscles were slowly disappearing, a dull pain was all that was left as a reminder of the recent target he had taken down. It was funny, at least in the Egyptian's mind, that such small grudges and misunderstandings could lead to such extreme measures. Not that he was questioning it too much, so long as the money was paid in full by the time the job was done, he was a okay with whatever the hell he was paid to do. His thumb gently swiped across the smartphone's surface, typing in the needed password before the screen lit up fully. A new message from Irial? Flirting with him again was he? Not that it helped since Ker did mention he was going to bathe. His childhood friend in Egypt certainly did know how to make him laugh. Without a doubt, a smile curled itself on his face.
[17:03] IRIAL: What are you wearing?
It was so like the raven haired man to send something like this. Really now, what an idiot. Ker didn't take long to reply, tapping the small keyboard on his phone as he tried to dry the rest of his hair. He was careful not to trip over anything as he walked out of the bathroom and into the living room, the soft background noise of the news playing as he did so.
[17:24] KERBEAR: Oh my god Iri, I'm not going to sext with you.
Leave it to Irial of all things to text him such things. None of his other childhood friends bothered to text or even call from time to time like Iri did. Apparently, things weren't the same after he left, but Ker was pretty sure, it was more like the other didn't have anyone that would put up with his antics.
[17:25] IRIAL: Why not? You can send me nudes instead. ; ))))
He threw back his head in a laugh, tossing his phone to the side. Of course Irial would play him like that. What an idiot. He was just about to send a reply when there was a knock on his door. The white haired mercenary instantly perked up. Door knock meant food. It meant dinner was here. It meant pizza. Unless it was really the nice old lady next door, Mrs. Sullivan, but in any case, he had put clothes on. Didn't want to flash the poor old woman now did he?"Coming!" He called, tossing the phone onto the side of the couch and springing right up. His feet didn't make a sound as he rushed on over to the door, patting his pockets for his wallet. Oh right, and just in case... As he neared the door, he slipped a hand into the plant pot to grab the hidden pistol. There was no such thing as being too careful in this world. For all he knew as soon as he came to the door, he might get shot. Wow, now that Ker thought about it, that'd be a pretty sad say to go. Y'know, being found by the pizza deliverer later on and poor Mrs. Sullivan never knowing anything. Bless that old lady.
"Hey thanks for d-" Ker had started to say as he opened the door quickly, swinging it open and then stopping. Green eyes did not see the box of yum that he was expecting. In fact, there was nothing at all. So he blinked, nose wrinkling at the subtle smell of spices, both sweet and exotic. He knew these spices, knew of what they reminded him of. They reminded him of the stalls in the market where they were piled in large bags or baskets in the more fancy of stores that boasted a higher quality. Spices of barks and such in an array of colors from red, yellow, and brown. Even with that scent came a sudden tingling that ran down his spine, one that settled briefly right upon it, before continuing. Home. It spoke to him, this scent and this man's presence. Kerberos stood there and stared, his mouth opening slowly, but spoke the words that the other perhaps the other did not expect him to say. "There's no pizza." A frown settled upon the Restless' face. He was expecting dinner not his sacrifice/recent reason for unemployment.
His eyes traveled upwards, not that he was completely eyeing the other as he was doing so by the way, to the lavender haired male's face. While he should have probably let the other in, he wasn't sure quite sure if the other meant harm or not. So, Zain would simply have to handle standing right outside his door for the time being. "What're you doing here?" Perhaps a little rude, but it wasn't as though he had asked the other to swing on by. Kerberos wasn't even expecting the other either. And so, this was rather awkward. He let go of the gun he had in hand, letting it drop back into the plant's pot. "....did you need something?" Did Zain need something? Weren't fighters and their sacrifices supposed to help each other? Granted, Zain probably ended up hurting him more than helping. Y'know, with the recent unemployment thing and head security gig. Perhaps it would have been better if Zain called first, but it wasn’t as though they had exchanged numbers or - Hey wait a minute. How’d he even - ”How did you even know where I live?” Assassin, mercenary for hire. Hello? Earth to Ker? "S'kinda creepy." And shutting the door in the other's face would probably not do wonders for the other's temperament or mood.
The apartment that he had to his name was rather small. It was a single room apartment after all. He never did spend much time here, after all, why stay here when he could practically live on his work site? But, if there was anything Ker liked to call this little place of his, it'd have to be cozy. All snugly fit and put together, but still enough extra space to roam around in. Okay, not really, but it was fine. Honestly now, Ker wasn't expecting a huge parlor room sized thing when he decided to live in an apartment, but if anything, it certainly beat living on the streets or back alleys in Egypt. Plus, it came with nice running water that wasn't from the river. An easy one up if you asked him.
The ends of white silk locks were still damp, some of which were still wet enough to have water collect and bead into droplets at the end. The water fell unto the plush beige carpet or collected at the ends to be soaked up by the white towel hanging around his neck. Fresh from the shower and the man was practically purring with pleasure. The ache in his muscles were slowly disappearing, a dull pain was all that was left as a reminder of the recent target he had taken down. It was funny, at least in the Egyptian's mind, that such small grudges and misunderstandings could lead to such extreme measures. Not that he was questioning it too much, so long as the money was paid in full by the time the job was done, he was a okay with whatever the hell he was paid to do. His thumb gently swiped across the smartphone's surface, typing in the needed password before the screen lit up fully. A new message from Irial? Flirting with him again was he? Not that it helped since Ker did mention he was going to bathe. His childhood friend in Egypt certainly did know how to make him laugh. Without a doubt, a smile curled itself on his face.
[17:03] IRIAL: What are you wearing?
It was so like the raven haired man to send something like this. Really now, what an idiot. Ker didn't take long to reply, tapping the small keyboard on his phone as he tried to dry the rest of his hair. He was careful not to trip over anything as he walked out of the bathroom and into the living room, the soft background noise of the news playing as he did so.
[17:24] KERBEAR: Oh my god Iri, I'm not going to sext with you.
Leave it to Irial of all things to text him such things. None of his other childhood friends bothered to text or even call from time to time like Iri did. Apparently, things weren't the same after he left, but Ker was pretty sure, it was more like the other didn't have anyone that would put up with his antics.
[17:25] IRIAL: Why not? You can send me nudes instead. ; ))))
He threw back his head in a laugh, tossing his phone to the side. Of course Irial would play him like that. What an idiot. He was just about to send a reply when there was a knock on his door. The white haired mercenary instantly perked up. Door knock meant food. It meant dinner was here. It meant pizza. Unless it was really the nice old lady next door, Mrs. Sullivan, but in any case, he had put clothes on. Didn't want to flash the poor old woman now did he?"Coming!" He called, tossing the phone onto the side of the couch and springing right up. His feet didn't make a sound as he rushed on over to the door, patting his pockets for his wallet. Oh right, and just in case... As he neared the door, he slipped a hand into the plant pot to grab the hidden pistol. There was no such thing as being too careful in this world. For all he knew as soon as he came to the door, he might get shot. Wow, now that Ker thought about it, that'd be a pretty sad say to go. Y'know, being found by the pizza deliverer later on and poor Mrs. Sullivan never knowing anything. Bless that old lady.
"Hey thanks for d-" Ker had started to say as he opened the door quickly, swinging it open and then stopping. Green eyes did not see the box of yum that he was expecting. In fact, there was nothing at all. So he blinked, nose wrinkling at the subtle smell of spices, both sweet and exotic. He knew these spices, knew of what they reminded him of. They reminded him of the stalls in the market where they were piled in large bags or baskets in the more fancy of stores that boasted a higher quality. Spices of barks and such in an array of colors from red, yellow, and brown. Even with that scent came a sudden tingling that ran down his spine, one that settled briefly right upon it, before continuing. Home. It spoke to him, this scent and this man's presence. Kerberos stood there and stared, his mouth opening slowly, but spoke the words that the other perhaps the other did not expect him to say. "There's no pizza." A frown settled upon the Restless' face. He was expecting dinner not his sacrifice/recent reason for unemployment.
His eyes traveled upwards, not that he was completely eyeing the other as he was doing so by the way, to the lavender haired male's face. While he should have probably let the other in, he wasn't sure quite sure if the other meant harm or not. So, Zain would simply have to handle standing right outside his door for the time being. "What're you doing here?" Perhaps a little rude, but it wasn't as though he had asked the other to swing on by. Kerberos wasn't even expecting the other either. And so, this was rather awkward. He let go of the gun he had in hand, letting it drop back into the plant's pot. "....did you need something?" Did Zain need something? Weren't fighters and their sacrifices supposed to help each other? Granted, Zain probably ended up hurting him more than helping. Y'know, with the recent unemployment thing and head security gig. Perhaps it would have been better if Zain called first, but it wasn’t as though they had exchanged numbers or - Hey wait a minute. How’d he even - ”How did you even know where I live?” Assassin, mercenary for hire. Hello? Earth to Ker? "S'kinda creepy." And shutting the door in the other's face would probably not do wonders for the other's temperament or mood.
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@zain
domestic disputes go \o/
@zain
domestic disputes go \o/
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