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Post by Hawk on Feb 9, 2009 13:35:56 GMT -6
Ever since her borther and her started hopping from apartment to apartment as the need arose, Frayde had developed a bit of a tradition. Well, the two had developed many traditions together, but she had her very own for their designated separate time to explore. See, Eiran loved exploring the rooms, the new amenities available. But, the Flareon had developed a unique game of sorts.
See, she liked to know at least one person in the building, other than her brother. It made her feel a little less like she was surrounded by strangers, and helped her settle in a little better mentally. When they split, she would walk around and knock on various doors in the new complexes every time they moved. The goal was to find at least someone to open the door, someone she could at least put a name and a face to behind their room number. It reminded her that there were actual people all around her. And was also fun, seeing what type of people were actually nice enough to answer the door to a stranger.
So, as usual, after they'd tossed off a couple last-minute but good-natured barbs at each other, she'd immediately headed for the elevator and made her way down to the first floor. As a part of her tradition, she always worked her way upwards floor-wise, and from highest number to lowest number room-wise. Stepping off when the doors slid open, she pulled out the small package she had, making sure she still had it in her bag. It was another part of what she always did, a small something to show her gratefulness for the person's attention. That is, if she fond someone to actually answer. They were always cheap, since she had little money to spare, but she tried to find something pleasant. This time she'd chosen a box of tea she though was cute, oriental in design and in shades of reds and yellows that she thought blended beautifully.
Taking the few steps across the hallway to the door labeled with a small '1', she raised her hand and knocked a couple times with no hesitation. Ears twitching in hopes of picking up the sound of feet approaching, she determined after a minute that there was apparently nobody in. Not a surprise, as she generally didn't get a response until she'd at least made it through knocking on five or so doors.
Moving on to the next one, she raised her hand to hover over the small '2' printed on it, and rapped a few times. Beginning to hum quietly to herself to pass the wait, she ran a finger over the bright box of the gift. It would be interesting to see how many tries it took this time around, what with it being a building of 'interesting personalities', as her brother was so keen on repeating. Whether that meant she'd have less luck or more was yet to be determined.
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Post by ElliBleu on Feb 10, 2009 13:01:45 GMT -6
Morro's feathery ears pricked up through his hair from their usual position flattened against his head, looking up towards the door. The lack of mindless humming or crashing of breaking objects meant Llulani still hadn't returned from wherever her restlessness had taken her, and the luxray would have left her stoic roommate instructions on entertaining had she been expecting company. She knew from experience that, left to his own devices, the murkrow's hosting capabilities would often see the company wandering off before the female could return. He was impeccably polite and kind in his own way, but the overbearing quiet and sometimes intimidatingly silent presence of the dark-type left many uncomfortable alone in his company.
The pair of daunting, ebony-feathered wings sprouting from his back might have helped, too.
Casting one last look around the apartment in hopes that Llu was in fact around, maybe just temporarily paralyzed form her tamperings with the wiring, Morro rose to his feet with a quiet acknowledgement for whoever was waiting outside. "One moment..." He made his way to the door, customarily picking up and moving aside the shoes Llu left strewn about the entry. The door was unlocked, Morrow pulled it open to peer outside without bothering to check through the spyhole.
Did it really matter who, anyway?
A flareon stared back at him, if the unmistakably eevee-like ears and bushy tail were any indication. He blinked red eyes down at the female stranger, the feathers on his wings ruffling modestly as he mentally reprimanded himself for not pulling a hoodie or jacket over his black t-shirt when he'd had the chance. He'd always disliked being less-than fully covered. He hadn't seen tis one in passing yet, and could only assume she was the reason another set of keys had left the rings behind the front desk.
Oh, he really hoped she didn't need a tour, he hardly knew his way around and would be too polite to decline the request... Where was Llu?
"Ah..." he stammered, pulling the door the rest of the way open. "Hello... "
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Post by Hawk on Feb 11, 2009 1:50:59 GMT -6
Ears bobbing once at hearing noice from inside, her grin widened a bit, inwardly surprised but pleased to get a response so soon. It was nice to not have to spend fifteen minutes walking around a complex just to say a hello. And it spoke well for the tenants of the building, made her think it would be a welcoming place after all.
Then the door opened, and she found herself facing a man, one apparently surprised at the sight of her if his blink and expression were any example. She was used to the response, a common one to receive when someone was trying to place her, figure out why she was at their door. He had striking red eyes, a unique feature in and of itself, but the wings on his back and ears were what had her pegging him as a Murkrow.
And not the most outspoken one, she decided, if his hesitant response was any example.
Nonetheless, she reasoned, he had answered the door. That was more than many would do. She also took it as a good sign that he also hadn't closed it again when he didn't recognize her. Brushing her streaked bangs behind her ear, she grinned kindly back up at the man. "Hey, sorry if I've interrupted anything. I'm just new around here, looking to greet a couple other tenants. Have a face to go with the indescript numbers printed on the walls."
Realizing she had yet to introduce herself, she continued, "I'm Frayde, by the way. Or Chassidy, if you'd like, since I'll answer to both."
Then, after a moment's pause, she lifted the bright-colored package she had been fiddling with in front of her. "I don't suppose you like tea?"
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Post by ElliBleu on Feb 12, 2009 23:20:39 GMT -6
Morro reflexively moved to offer his hand in greeting, pausing when the flareon held up a small container of what she claimed to be tea. A light flush rose to his cheeks at having a total stranger offering a gift, the feathers on his wings again ruffling in modesty. The hand found it's way to the back of his head, nervously tugging at his hair for a few seconds. He could hardly in good conscious decline the offer. Llu would surely berate him for letting a potential friend slip away, too, and prattle on into another one of her babblings about how the bird should really stop being so broody, needed to fly the coop more often, various other avian-related puns.
She was simply a young woman trying to make a new home feel more like a home, hoping to have a face or two to say hello to in the hallways. Morro politely dipped his head, unaccustomed to smiling uness throughly happy and so hoping his voice was sincere enough to make up for the lack of expression. "My name is Morro. It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Frayde." The feathered tufts pressed uncertainly down into his hair, tilting his head a bit to one side as he again glanced over the fire type, eyes coming to rest again on the box of tea.
"I do drink tea, yes," he quietly replied, shuffling his feet along the carpet. "If you'd care to step inside I could set some water boiling, answer any questions you may have about this place..." The invitation had left his mouth before he could think himself out of it, deciding he would rather endure overjoyed proclamations and clinging from his luxray roommate than sharp shocks and irritated badgering. Really... it was just tea. Surely nothing horrible could happen.
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Post by Hawk on Feb 14, 2009 17:48:03 GMT -6
He definitely was a hesitant bird, this one. Everything from the set of his head to his quiet speech told her that. But, in a friendly way. She'd spent enough time working in bars and meeting stranger after stranger to be able to tell that much. Generally, a lack of leers and good manners were a very good first sign. That's what Eiran always made a point to tell her, so sure that she would one day come home from work with some ruffian in tow. He could be so cute when he wasn't being a pain.
Tilting her head in an attempt to catch his eyes, she replied, "It's nice to meet you too, Morro." She let the tea spin around her finger a couple times, looking up at him thoughtfully. He was nice, that much she was sure of. What she didn't know is whether or not the invitation to come in was just a formality. She was grateful for the offer to chat, but didn't want to impose on his personal space.
It would be foolish to turn down an invitation that caught her interest, though. Bringing the tea box back to a standstill, she nodded affirmatively. "And as long as it isn't putting you out, that would be really nice, actually."
Catching sight of a pair of decidedly female shoes just inside the doorway, she added, "As long as it's all right with your...roommate, that is?" She matched the comment with a mildly curious expression, as she'd already pegged him as the private type. Maybe a member of his family, like the situation Frayde herself was in? Friend or guest, maybe? Couldn't be a wife, she reasoned, since he had no wedding band to speak of. Girlfriend, then?
Wrapping up her musing, she returned her umber eyes to him once again. Used to jobs where reading people was what she was paid for, she couldn't resist guessing at his little mystery before he responded. "I'm going to with...pushy sister or good friend?"
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Post by ElliBleu on Feb 24, 2009 15:27:08 GMT -6
Morro blinked, the tiniest beginnings a smile settling onto his face at the flareon's words. He shook his head in a negative at her question about his invitation, stepping away from the door and loosely gesturing an okay for Frayde to follow. Really, he probably wouldn't have extended the offer had he not meant it. The avian was polite but not... that socially polite. Maybe. His feathered tail flicked, dismissing the thought and turning his attention back to his new company.
"Pushy friend may be more accurate." he replied softly, a bit of amusement coloring his voice. Llu wasn't exactly subtle in her attempted 'social coaching' of her roommate. Maybe it was a blessing she was evidently missing, then. Lest this potential new... acquaintance be frightened away with electrocuted doorknobs and static-charged ceilings to make hair stand freakishly on-end.
Morro sighed to himself. Yeah, it was probably better that she was temporarily absent.
Glancing over his shoulder to ensure the flareon had stepped inside, he moved the short way down the hall and stepped into the kitchen. Red eyes scanned the closed cupboard doors, daring to hope Llulani would have actually put something back where it belonged. Another sigh and he crossed the room to start pulling doors open in search of the tea kettle, unfurling a dark wing to point towards the circular table and the chairs arranged around it. "Please feel free to have a seat, Miss Frayde. My roommate, Llulani- she's a Luxray morph- she adores people of any and all types. You needn't worry about her."
His fingers finally found the rarely used kettle, pulling it free and straightening before he paused. That had been a blatant, if accidental, lie. "W-well," he amended hastily, nervously shuffling his wings against his back. "You needn't worry about offending or upsetting her with being here. She does love company." Had he been more prone to speaking, the murkrow could have launched into a long and in-depth explanation about how the fire-type should probably wear rubber-soled shoes on any further visits or invest in some pricier, frizz-neutralizing shampoo, and leaving any sensitive electronics at home may be a beneficial habit to begin.
He settled for filling the kettle and settling it onto a burner to start boiling, turning to lean against the counter and tilt his head at the other morph. They could tackle Llu when Llu probably came to actually tackle on of them. "Do you live alone, or have you come with friends or family?"
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Post by Hawk on Mar 5, 2009 18:30:46 GMT -6
Following Morro’s direction, Frayde pulled out a chair from the table and slid a leg over it, crossing her arms and leaning against its back. Her grin rose bit by bit as she watched him dig through the cabinets. The little signs of exasperation meant he must be the neat one in the apartment. So then the other was the cause of the little signs of disarray then, the elusive Llulani, apparently.
“I’d be happy to meet her sometime, then.” The bird’s nerves made her curious, but not enough to dig. Drumming her fingers against the chair back in a distracted manner, she observed silently as he started the pot. He seemed so methodical in every movement, not playing with the faucet or fiddling with the burner to find the perfect temperature. Organized in appearance, too. The fingers of one of her hands strayed free and began to dance along the chair wood as she considered whether that translated to him being very adult and in control, or meant that he had some life issue he was compensating for.
She didn’t realize she had momentarily spaced until the minute Morro turned around to face her. She brought herself back to the present, ears twitching once as they took in the question. Fingers were brought to a standstill as her hand gripped the chair back, and she grinned up at him. “Family for me. I’ve been taking care of my brother for years now, so we’ve kind of become a package deal.”
Her tail twitched just a second after she spoke the words, face twisting into amusement as a snicker escaped her. “God, he’d kill me for saying it like that. I took care of him for a few years after we lost our parents, and now we’ve fallen into the habit of taking care of each other, if that makes sense.” She could easily imagine the glower she’d get from Eiran for implying the eighteen-year-old needed to be looked after.
Realizing she still had the tea in her possession, she took it in hand and swung her arm a couple times in preparation to toss it, hoping that he’d catch the hint. Following up her last comment, she added, “Are you a family kind of guy?” Talking about her own family always made her wonder about others’. Figuring she’d given him enough time, she winked and threw the box underhand at him.
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