paradisalogs | [Closed] Video games, go!

"I'm sure I will, all in good time. This is the first time I've had coffee, for instance." He took another drink for emphasis, looking over the top of his mug at her.

"And what do you think of it?"

"Not nearly as good as the hype. But not distasteful, either." He'd be drinking more, if that better answered her question.

"Good. Because I'm a coffeeaholic, so I'll be showing you how to make it for the next two weeks." Beaming, she nudged him with her foot again, then moved to get up.

She went over to her dresser again, pulling out a pair of pants and wriggling into them. "But, for now, I need eats and to talk to Wes."

"Ah. Another one of my 'duties'. I'll add it to the list." He'd have to carry a notebook at this rate.

He watched her as she walked away, telling himself he was simply admiring a particularly pleasing specimen of the human form. She kept herself in good condition. It was normal to admire that in a human. He also told himself that he wasn't disappointed when she slipped into a pair of pants. He was becoming rather good at lying to himself.

... Wes probably wasn't a woman. Yet another thing that was fine with him.

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She pulled out a shirt and tugged it on, grabbing a pair of socks and heading over to her bed to sit and put them on. "You catch on quick, poutylips. Why don't you met me at the springs around seven? And you'd better bring something to swim in..."

"If I don't find anything better to do, perhaps I will. But I won't be swimming." He really was going to need that notebook, and a pen, too.

"You're going in one way or the other, Kitt, so you'd best bring something to wear." She slipped her boots on, lacing them up and humming to herself.

He sighed, knowing that if he kept arguing he'd give in. If he stopped, he might be able to find something else to do and claim forgetfulness when the time came.

"I'll put it on the list."

"You do that. Because if you're only in your manties, well... Oops." Getting up, she straightened her shirt and walked over behind the couch. Bending over, she gave the top of his head a kiss and a quick squeeze around his shoulders.

"Right. I'm off to see Wes about a job now. I'll see you at seven?"

"Seven. Got it." He'd do his best to keep himself occupied until then.

"Don't get lost," she called, heading out the door with a wave.

It was hard to get lost when he didn't end up going anywhere. He cleaned up as promised, then considered a walk around the grounds of the castle, but he wasn't feeling social. He drank some more coffee, avoided having lunch, and just because he felt he had to - he wished for his desired notebook and pen, nodding with impressed satisfaction at the quality provided for him.

Seven o'clock crept up on him before he realized it, and found him curled into a corner of the couch, napping.

She was down at the springs, looking around for him at seven. She was a little disappointed that he wasn't there, but hid it behind a shrug as she got out of her clothes and slipped in for a soak. She could always just walk up to her room with her clothes in a bundle. Towels weren't completely necessary. But still...

Something woke him up, but he couldn't say what. He sat up, disoriented, running a hand over his face and surprised to feel some stubble coming in. He glanced at his watch, experiencing a brief bout of panic when he realized he was late. Racing to the bathroom, he grabbed a towel, then came out and shoved his new notebook into his pocket, as he flipped open his journal to let Kenzi know he was on his way.

She had her book closed, with her boot over it, because she didn't want to hear the castle nattering while she was soaking. So she sat there, wondering what he was up to and if he was all right.

She didn't answer. Fortunately, he was becoming more familiar with the layout of the castle and its grounds. He only got lost about five times, as opposed to twenty-five. Marked improvement.

When he finally showed up, he was still fully dressed, had no change of clothes, and had her towel draped around his neck.

At least his plan had worked. No soaking for him.

She rested her chin on the edge of the spring, looking over at him with puppy eyes. "What took you so long?"

And as for that, pff. PFF, Kitt.

"I fell asleep." His face was flushed, either with exertion, embarrassment, or a combination of both. He held up his journal. "I tried to let you know I was coming."

He has his ways.

"I'm not going to read in the spring, Kittikins. Jeez. So, c'mon and get in."

She stood up, wringing the water from her hair and holding a hand out for him. "C'mooooooooon. You'll love it."

Sigh. Eyeroll. "I'm not dressed for it." He placed the towel nearby, within easy reach. "You enjoy yourself. Did you find a job?"

Grinning, she stepped out of the spring, coming over and quickly flinging her arms around him. Get all wet, Kitt. Alllll the wet.

"He wasn't in. I'll talk to him later. You've got undies on. Come on in, Kittikins."

He didn't mind alllll the wet when he was in the shower, but when he was fully dressed he discovered it was sort of annoying.

"What sort of jobs does he have on offer?" Evasion tactics were useful to know.

She moved slowly, smiling up at him with her arms still around him, steering him casually to the spring as she distracted him with wet Kenzi and smiles.

"Oh, you mean besides the sex slave one?"

It was too bad that evasion techniques were no match for diversionary measures.

Mmmhmm. "Yes. Besides that one." He was good, not rising to the bait.

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