#demitr things

BE: Construction coming along ωell? BC: !!t's f!n!shed, actually. We just moved !n a few n!ghts ago. !!t's a b!t spartan st!ll, but !t's n!ce. BC: Thank you for ask!ng, BE: Λh, I see. BE: Undoubtably, it ωill fill out. BC: Of course. BC: The bless!ng !s the qu!et, more than anyth!ng. BC: Ethano's hosp!tal!ty was wonderful, but the constant foot traff!c was t!resome. BE: That goes ωithout saying. BC: !! enjoy say!ng !t. BC: Perhaps, !! w!ll see more of you then? BE: Perhaps so. BC: We should. BE: Λctually, I might I come over sometime soon? BC: You aren't horr!bly uncultured. !!'m sure there !s a museum or.. BC: Pardon? BC: Of course. BE: Λlright then. BC: !! should l!ke enough not!ce to let Hybr!s know. BC: We had enough surpr!se v!s!tors at Ethano's. BE: Fair enough. Though, I should probably ask. Is he there currently? BC: No. Are you nearby? BE: I could be easily. BC: !! someth!ng the matter? BC: !! am just not used to you be!ng eager to see me on short not!ce. BE: Πot really. Granted, talking to you if never the most pleasing of tasks. BC: And there !t !s. BC: !! was beg!nn!ng to worry for your mental health, spademate. BE: Should I start making appointments noω? Mark up my calender the set dates of our meetings in the future, plan perigees in advance? BC: !!'ll see !f !! can't deem a worthy place !n my n!ghtplanner for you. BE: Seems fair. BE: You'll have to squeeze me in betωeen your numerous friend, the cadavers you enjoy spending so much time ωith. BE: I understand. BC: At least the cadavers are are capable of more pleasant conversat!on. BE: Well, at least there's that. BC: That there !s. :) BC: How close are you, perchance? BE: It may be tωenty minutes or so before I get there. BE: Why? That anxious to have me around? BC: S!mply count!ng the m!nutes before my even!ng !s potent!ally ru!ned by your company. BC: !!f you don't have somewhere else to be, !! could start a fresh pot of coffee. BC: !! prom!se you won't wear any th!s t!me. BE: I believe I'll pass on that offer. BC: Alr!ght then. BE: If that's all, then I'll be on my ωay. BC: !! guess so. !!'ll see you soon. BE: That you ωill. -- bellicoseEminence [BE] gave up trolling blackCaricature [BC] at 22:27 -- Demitr: --SOME TIME IN THE FUTURE BUT NOT TOO FAR-- Demitr approached the shared hive that Decima and Hybris now inhabited, though only one was present in at the time. Stopping outside the hive, he glanced around the general surroundings before he turned to the door. To knock or not to knock... That is the question. He opted for knocking. Decima: It was a simple enough hive, about size and a half, and plot relevent in location to Ethano's. the city, and the coast. I looked nice, better than average but not too opulant. Decima answered the door, giving her kismesis a genuinely nice smile. "Good evening, Demitr. Please, do come in. Demitr: It figured that the two would settle on something that was both above the average midblood standards but still remained modest by the terms of seadwellers. When Decima answered the door, he didn't quite return her smile. "Hello Decima." Taking a few steps inside, he stopped not far into the front room to glance around. Decima was right, it was fairly bare from what he could see. Decima: "It isn't really ready for company but..." She closed the door. "I can make an exception for you. So, welcome." Demitr: "Glad you find me acceptable enough to see the new hive before anyone else." His head tilted, turning back to face her. "Speaking of, I actually brought you something. Hivewarming gift, you could say." Decima: She just smirked, then tilted her head to match his. "Really?" She was genuinely surprised, not actually expecting hivewarming from anyone, let alone him. Demitr: He merely nodded once, producing from his sylladex a single pack of cards. "Figured you could just put it on a table somewhere. Small thing." He held up the pack of cards, a felled anchor depicted on the box. There would be the same picture on each card as well. He just held it out to her, straightfaced. Decima: Decima didn't move at first, but then reached out and took the deck. She slid the cards out of the box and shuffled through them, feeling for newness or worn edges. "Interesting choice. What was your inspiration?" She noticed the felled anchor, taking note. Demitr: The deck wasn't new by any means but it was still good to play with regardless. Watching her shuffle through them, he responded with a shrug. "I didn't need them anymore." Decima: She straightened the deck and slid it back into the sleeve, the glint in her eye betraying how her mind was spinning. There had to be something more to this... but what? Still, where were her manners. "Thank you." Demitr: Watching while she slid the deck away into its sleeve, his eyes raised to her again and offered a nod. "Not a problem." She was thinking on it, he could tell, but that didn't really matter to him all that much. Decima: "So, What plans do you have this evening?" Decima thought she would try a little polite conversation. It was worth a try. Demitr: "This evening?" He raised one eyebrow at the inquiry, then offered a slight shrug of his shoulders. "I was probably going to spend time alone and listen to organ music as I scheme unnecessarily evil plans. Obviously." Decima: "I know a shop where you can get a lovely mask, dramatic half cut, to complete the ensemble." She chuckled warmly. Demitr: "Somehow that doesn't surprise me at all." He paused for a moment. "Though, in reality, I was probably going to go somewhere this evening." Decima: "I didn't think I would warrant a special trip from the briny depths is all." She smirked. "Though I would like us to strive to find occasions to annoy each other in person, more often." Demitr: "Apologies if your previous accommodations were less than favorable for a visit." He was, of course, referring to Ethano's hive. Not his favorite place to go, by far, but that seemed to be the only place they would see each other in person before now. "Fair enough." Decima: "Life happens, just let it be known it is somethind I'd like to change, given the amendment of my address." she didn't fault him for his assessment of Ethano's in the least, but Alturo had been right. She needed less work and more play in her life. Demitr: "Alright then, I wouldn't be opposed to it. I'm as much a bane to you as you are to me anyways." He offered her a slight smile to accompany what was very clearly a wonderful sentiment before turning towards the door. "See you some other time then." Decima: "Actually," she raised her voice slightly, stopping his retreat. "Out of curiosity, how is Salina doing? I haven't seen her since I treated her, and while I usually make it a point to follow up with trolls I tend, I doubt she'd care to hear from me." Her sarcasm is gone, so all that is left is professionalism and inquiry. Demitr: He paused by the door, turning to look back at her for a moment. "She's doing well, recovering swiftly. Nothing is infected, surprisingly enough." He nodded to Decima before opening the door to take a step outside. Decima: "Good. That's good to hear." She nodded. As he went back for the door, she stepped in closer, reaching out to stop him by a fistful of his hair in her grip if possible. She was grinning. Demitr: He stopped mid-step as soon as he felt her slender fingers wrap around some of his hair, face devoid of emotion for the moment. He remained silent for a moment, eyes sliding back to look at her, one eyebrow raised. Decima: "I'm not done with you yet." She said through a devious smile, something between a growl and purr in her voice. She held her place, instead intending on forcing his face closer to hers to take what was going to obviously be a spade-powered kiss. Demitr: He lips curled downwards in a slightly scowl, reaching up to wrap one hand around her forearm, stalling her effort to reel him in rather than make the effort to press forward herself. "Perhaps you should ask for such things then." He gave a slight scoff, using his free hand to wrap around Decima's waist, pulling her closer instead, scowl turning to an obvious smirk. Decima: Even digging her heels in, his strength was superior and won out, forcing her to shufflestep the small gap that had been between them. "Quaint notion." She changed tactic, leaning in to steal the kiss she wanted instead. Demitr: At this point, he didn't actually care how the kiss was acheived. Tilting his head, he merely accepted the inevitable spade kiss she wanted, pressing back to also reciprocate it as well. Golly. Gee. Decima: Decima hummed through the kiss, dragging her teeth lightly, just enough to add a touch of sting, as she pulled back towards the end. "There. Now you may go." She grinned, softening the dismissve tone with playfulness. Demitr: Demitr, letting the arm around the tealblood's side slide back, opened the door behind himself quietly, freeing his other hand as well. Smirk still subtly present on his face, he gave a slight inclination of the head to Decima. "Was planning on it." With that, he slipped out the door, his mod too distracted to continue. Fin. ---------------------------------------------- Decima: ::Decima was sitting in bed, her legs under a warm blanket. She had a book cradled in her knees, which were pulled up closer to her chest. It was nice and quiet in the new hive. She had an obligatory cup of coffee on the nightstand, and was indulging in one of her few true vices.... trashy alternian romance novels.:: Hybris: -Hybris stepped back from the stove, a triumphant grin on his face. The smell of eggs and bacon wafted through the hive as he looked on in pride at the actually edible-looking breakfast he just put together. Fuck yeah. He even went out and bought a few of those little bed table things that have small little metal legs for just such an occasion. He lifted the food out of the pan and placed it on two seperate plates, placing those plates on the tray and picking up the tray as a whole, carrying it to their bedroom. He pushed through the door with his back and turned around, still grinning.- "Guess who finally learned how to not burn breakfast." Decima: The smell preceded him, and she put a hand down to mark her page, looking over as he walked in, beaming. "The pride on your face is adorable. You didn't have to bring breakfast up, I would have come to the kitchen." She smiled back at him. "Though I'm not complaining. It smells amazing." Hybris: "It's not everyday I can treat you to breakfast in bed. Now that we're in the new place..." He took a glance around for a moment, his grin only getting wider. "...It HAD to happen." He took a seat on the bed and carefully threw his legs over to lay down. He stayed like that for a moment, realizing how awkward the placing of the table was gonna be. Fuck it. He just, kind of, gave the tray to her. Hybris: "Sorry if I interrupted your book. What're you reading?" Decima: "Nothing really, just something for fun. Not work related for a change, I know, shocking." Decima smiled, dropping the leg away from him and closing the book just out of his sight, hiding the cover casually. She leaned over and slipped the book in the sidetable drawer, turning back to take the tray and wait for him to get situated. "Perhaps you have a future in culinary arts. Who knows." Hybris: "Oh yeah, I could work for a Denny's or some shit." He chuckled. "I really don't think eggs and bacon are that special. Anyways, what's the book called? Maybe i've heard of it." He asked idly, getting settled into bed. Decima: "If you enjoy it and keep studying, I think it would be safe to set your sights higher than Denny's." She chuckled, setting the tray down once neither of them were shifting anymore. "Its... historical fiction, and I haven't had enough coffee to prattle off the whole title." Was that a tint of embarassed teal on her ears? Almost, but not quite. Hybris: "Well, what's it about?" He asked, thinking over the idea of cooking more. He did enjoy it. Hm. Decima: "Uhm.." Plot? Those things are meant to have plot, right... crap. "I'm not too far into it, so it's still in the exposition and character introduction part." And there is the teal. "Are you reading recipe books? Or learning technique from troll-tube? Hybris: Mun is the definition of evil, so of course Hybris noticed the teal. He chose to brush off her question now to playfully pry a bit. "Think I could borrow it when you're done? It sounds interesting." Decima: "Since when do you read for entertainment?" She raised an eyebrow. "And... its part if a series. I could get the first in the chronology from the library on my way back from work." Nice save... maybe. Decima: Total tinkerbullshit, but nice save. Hybris: "Well, can I read the back of your copy? See if it's even interesting enough for me to pick up?" Grin. That was a grin. Decima: That grin. He knew. Or at least he wasn't taking the distraction. "I'm not getting out of this, am I?" She asked, smiling through a sigh. Hybris: "Nope." He laughed. "Come on, i'm not gonna judge you if you're reading some, like, rainbow drinker romance books like that once series that was big for a while." Hybris: "Okay, actually, that particular series? Maybe a little." "But, I mean, I heard it was horribly written, so it probably wouldn't be up your alley." Decima: The look on her face was adorable nervous disbelief. "Set your coffee aside..." She took out the book and handed it to him. It wasn't the rainbow drinker novel, but it was a horribly trashy quadrant smut novel thinly veiled as literature. Her cheeks burned in her hue, waiting for the inevitable reaction Hybris: His coffee set aside, he took the book and grinned wider, obviously holding back laughter. "This is...-snrk-...pretty sophisticated stuff, hon." He looked to her, still holding in the laughter that is dying to escape. "You know, most trolls just watch their porn. If you're worried about computer viruses or whatever, i'm sure I can get something for you from Ec." Decima: She quickly tried to snatch the book back. "Such maturity." Even the bridge of her nose was a muted teal at this point. "Everyone has their vices. You said you wouldn't judge." Tries again, because I'm sure there is no way Hybris is handing that gem back easily. "My imagination is better, anyway." Hybris: He held the book above his head, just out of her reach. "I don't suppose you're gonna try to have me re-enact anything outta this, right?" Decima: "Hybris!" Her voice cracked, that's the kind of embarrassed duress she was under, but it was him, so she couldn't help but smile some. She was exposed, but safe. Decima's tray jiggled, and she immediately stopped moving so she didn't spill anything. "I'm glad you are finding this amusing." Hybris: He laughed aloud, holding the book back out to her. "I'm kidding, i'm kidding. I got no problem with whatever way you get your rocks off. Well, I mean, as long as it only involves yourself. Or me. But even with those two, the possibilities are endless." He gave her a wink and reached over, snagging a piece of bacon from his plate and munching on it. Decima: "So I like reading my... ya know, we can drop this topic and never speak of it again. I'm sure I'm a lovely shade of teal." She took the book, dropping it in the drawer. When it landed askew, she reached in a took out the smaller offending object, a deck of playing cards, and set the on the nightstand, more focused on getting the book out of sight for now. "Though if you are interested, I could recommend a couple of titles." Hybris: He eyed the object she pulled out, his grin disappearing. "What's that?" Decima: "That?" She glanced back to the deck and shrugged. "A gift from my kismesis. Unexpected hivewarming. Hadn't thought much of it." She was being honest, until she looked at Hybris and saw how fast his humor had faded. "What's the matter?" Hybris: "Well...nothing, I guess. It's just..that's his playing deck." He smiled a bit. A sad smile. "Me and him used to play with that deck all the time when we were younger..." Decima: Her mental stars aligned, and her face immediately went kindly neutral. Safe mode. She brushed the deck into the drawer and closed it. "Hmm." She put the sound in the air, not knowing what else to say. Inside, She was seething. That asshole. Hybris: "Well, that was...nice of him to give you a housewarming gift." He looked back down at his plate and picked up another piece of bacon Decima: "And wholly unanticipated." Decima added, watching her matesprit a moment longer. A few different responses ran through her mind, but she decided to let the topic fade in obscurity. She took the first bite of her breakfast, spooning a small bite if eggs on her toast and eating it. "Wow." She said after a moment, "this is beyond not burning the meal, love. This is... wow, really good!" She was being genuine. Hybris: "Thanks, hon." He said, looking at her with a smile, before looking to the foot of the bed, kind of staring off into space. Decima: She let them eat in silence a little while, before trying to brooch conversation again. "What does the day look like for you today?" Hybris: "Same as every other day, really. I don't really have anything lined up." He didn't look at her. He was sad, because of the memories the deck dug up, and angered that Demitr didn't even bother to give it to him. Did the memories not even mean anything to him?!

He stopped chewing.