#theyaredorks

      “You must understand, I come from a time wherein such a courtesy as sharing a bed was...frowned upon Unless you were blood, or married.”

       Feeling Kiki tense, Stanislav removed his hands in hopes it would ease her discomfort. “Just this once, hm? Unfortunately, I have resigned myself to help you whenever you come across difficulty or trouble.” It was no surprise that the vampire king could pick up the heavy box, and as Kiki guided him on where to go, he set the box down within the closet. He avoided staring at her clothing or other belongings, seeing as it was impolite--despite his pressing curiosity to understand the woman he’d grown so attached to.

         Standing up and turning around, he was greeted with the sight of Kiki stripping down and he immediately averted his gaze, using his palm to shield the side of his face. “Ah--Kiki, did you forget I was...here.” Hesitantly lowering his hand, Stanislav relaxed upon seeing Kiki was fully clothed. She looked comfortable, relaxed. 

        At her question, though the gentleman in Stanislav wished to decline; the vampire king couldn’t bring himself to. There was an internal desire to fall asleep beside someone, something of which he had never felt the instinct to indulge himself in.

        “Yes. It’s alright with me, so long as you’re comfortable with it.”

 He looked to the bed, then realized aside from his discarded shirt, he was still well-dressed. “Apologies, Kiki...I don’t think I should sleep in the remnants of my suit.” Looking away, Stanislav stripped himself down into his underwear, leaving his clothes in a neatly folded pile. He instinctively brought his arms around himself, fingers grazing over the burn scars that littered his chest. Despite having told Kiki of his identity, he still felt vulnerable being seen like this--yet unlike others, Kiki had shown herself to be accepting.

      “Noted...perhaps I should bring spare clothes--that aren’t formal attire. If I may be bold to insinuate I might find myself at your residence more often than I’d like to admit.”

“Well we aren’t married and we certainly aren’t blood but fuck those old rules it’s modern day! Back when I had my highschool friends we would cuddle eachother at sleepovers!” She stuck her tongue out playfully.

She raised her brow as he let her know he was inclined to help her whenever she needed it. “Is that so?, well I guess I could get used to it...but only if I can’t do it myself!” Even though she always had her mothers and grandmothers support Kiki had always been independent when it came to most things. After she was exposed as a ‘witch’ she found herself dealing with most things on her own. Wether it be emotional or physical problems that came her way, so learning to accept help would take a bit.

Seeing his reaction to her undressing she tilts her head innocently “of course I didn’t forget you were there, I was just getting dressed dum dum”. She truly had no shame when it came to being unclothed in front of others. She flops down onto her comfy bed fast first and lays there momentarily “Yes I am comfortable with it”. She rolled over and sat up. Now it was her turn to be surprised as she came face to face with the undressed vampire. She inhaled and mumbled a wow as her eyes fully wandered over his body, realizing she was goggling she turned her head to the side. Her face felt warm, he most definitely was handsome and she found herself loving his scarred body. “Yeah that would be a good idea...though I don’t mind you like this...” the last part she said under her breath though she knew that the vampire would be able to hear her.