Re: [Private] Make Yourself at Home

Rupert Hemmingway |

I broke off from admiring the house and the, in my opinion, odd vehicle for someone like Sof, ambling back over to her. I took her hand and pulled her to her feet with a little too much force at my excitement at the whole arrangement, almost sending her back off-balance.

Oops, sorry. Quote End

I said, grinning apologetically at her and reminding myself to calm down. The prospect of having somewhere better to stay was exciting, especially as it was with an old friend, but it didn't mean I had to act like such a dork. I hadn't been on my run that morning and I had a load of pent-up energy I had to try and control.

I turned back to the house and clapped my hands. So, is my prize getting to see inside the house? I bet the inside is as nice as the outside, probably with the walls all lined with books, knowing you. Quote End

I walked up the steps to the porch and waited by the front door, slinging what I could fit of my hands into the pockets of my jeans. So, how does Paul feel, not being the only man in the house anymore? Quote End

Sofia Rin | Human; Citizen

When I take his hand, my eyes widen as he pulls me up quickly with such ease and I briefly struggle to catch my balance. Someone seems a little eager. I joke, brushing off the strands of grass stuffed inside my vest and along my legs.

My smile brightens as we walk up to the steps. Not all the walls are lined with books, and he's not too happy. He's very protective over me. I smirk shyly and swing my bag around, lifting the flap and pulling out my keys as the various key chains, I collected from different countries, clink together. Righty tighty, lefty loosy. I mumble to myself as I insert the key, unlocking and pushing open the door. I step inside, my heels echo throughout the living room as I walk onto the hardwood flooring. My smile meets my eyes as I glance over to the books taking shelter on the shelves. I peek outside for reassurance before closing and locking the door once he is inside. I let out a sigh of relief; the one place where I feel safe.

I drop my bag next to the side table by the door and toss my keys into the glass bowl resting on top. Would you care for anything to drink, or eat? I can make us lunch if you'd like.

Rupert Hemmingway |

Not all? Yeah, I guess you've gotta leave room for the windows. Quote End

I bit my tongue as I grinned at Sof, chuckling at her antics with the lock and my laughter following us as I shadowed her through the door.

I stopped when I was inside and had the chance to take in my surroundings. I let out a low whistle. Wow, this place really is nice. That's some good sturdy hardwood flooring. Quote End

I carefully tapped the sole of my sneaker against it for good measure, standing back to admire the shine of the wood. I was a sucker for wooden floors. If I can find myself a place half as good as these digs I'll be thrilled. Quote End

I turned on my heel, rubbing my hands together.

Lunch, definitely lunch. You want me to help? I promise not to burn down your kitchen, and not just because you don't need a stove to make sandwiches. And water'll be fine. Is the kitchen this way? Quote End

I jutted my thumb towards a doorway that bridged the gap between the hardwood flooring and tiles, which just had to belong to a kitchen.

Sofia Rin | Human; Citizen

I step aside and watch as he glances around the living area, eager to hear his approval. The interior designer spirit in me is patting herself on the back when she hears his compliment. I spent countless hours perfecting this room, from tracking down vintage thrift shops to many do-it-yourself projects. But I am taken back when he shows interest in the hardwood flooring. At first I thought he was joking, but that look on his face was telling the opposite. Maybe it's a guy thing. You are such a dork, you know that right? I shake my head, smiling.

I nod as I tread behind him into kitchen. It's okay I got it. You should take a load off after that victory of yours. I joke. I walk around the breakfast bar to the cabinets to the right of the sink, taking out two glasses and quickly fill them with water. I place them in front of him but hold up a finger and turn on my heel to the refrigerator. I pull open the left door, scooping out a handful of ice cubes then open the right door and take out a bowl of sliced lemons. I use the side of my hip to close door and return back to Ru, dropping the ice cubes into our glasses, then plopping a lemon slice in each.

Voici votre eau. Boire. I spoke softly as my french accent did not hold back. A hint of a smirk spread across my lips, I loved when I spoke in a different language, gave me a sense of power and it made me feel a little...Sexy. Just the thought of it makes me flush. Now, what would you like for lunch? I ask, grabbing my glass and taking a sip in hopes to hide my cheeks.

Rupert Hemmingway |

Call me a dork then. But hey, I helped my Dad strip back some floorboards, and you have no idea the work that goes into keeping those babies shiny. You should be proud of them. Quote End

I said, leaning against the kitchen counter. I went to take a glass of water as soon as Sof placed them down but stopped at her signal, taking my hand back. I watched her and slowly realised why. Thanks. Quote End

I nodded at her when she'd arranged the glasses, even with a slice of lemon. I took a sip of the cool water. Winning's thirsty work. Quote End

I added on with a smirk. It's not fair to call me a bore though, even if I do like floorboards. Quote End

I couldn't help teasing. I had no idea what Sof had just said but I still knew it hadn't actually been that, even if that's what the word had sounded similar to to my ears. The accent was cute though. Had Sof actually been French when I used to know her, or was it just a language she'd learned? We might have been neighbors but I couldn't remember that.

I shook my head and stretched slightly, only to lean back against the counter. I don't mind, a sandwich? Whatever you've got. And let me help, it'll be done quicker with two pairs of hands. I can probably butter some bread without burning the kitchen down. Quote End

I smiled lazily. I wasn't a great cook, but burning the kitchen down might have been an exaggeration. I could cook a few things well enough myself, but whether they'd be to other people's tastes was another matter. You got any bacon? A BLT would be amazing. Quote End

I went to pull open the fridge but stopped, turning to Sof. Shit, you're not veggie or anything, are you? Quote End

She was small enough that it'd make sense, and bookish and geeky in that way too.