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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Jun 17, 2010 14:53:21 GMT -5
"Die of loneliness...?" Phoenix's voice was only quiet as Kevay rested an arm around his shoulders, the thief giving him an uncertain look, before he smiled faintly and allowed himself to be walked away into the city. "Sounds like your luck is just as bad as mine is. Maybe together we'll be able to get a little of our luck back," he suggested as they walked. He let out a laugh as the cupid looked him over and spoke, rolling his eyes. "If I wanted to be insulted by some guy pretending to be nobility, I'd go an' show my face in the palace again for a laugh," he told him playfully, though he did take what Kevay said into consideration. He wasn't exactly a noble girl's wet dream. Well. He liked to think he was, but it was true that Phoenix got along better with people looking for trouble (at least lately, anyway).
He had at least gotten a little of his balance back by the time they got to the noble bar - although he was no more sober for it - Phoenix still keeping an arm around Kevay, however, just in case one of them went flying onto the cobblestones without thinking. "That one?" he smiled as the cupid patted him on the back, sweeping himself off and smirking as he examined the two brunettes, seeming to consider them for a moment or two. "Yeah, why not," he nodded eventually. "I'm more trouble than I'm worth," he assured Kevay, stumbling as he shoved him and righting himself just as he walked over to the two girls, a roguish grin on his face as he greeted them and introduced himself.
Phoenix didn't remember very much else about the night. He remembered getting into the fancy noble bar, and having a further few drinks (few meaning 'ten or so') but then everything went black. And when he woke up, he was certain that he had died and gone to hell. Either that or he had gotten into a fight yesterday and someone had found it funny to smack him a few times with a blunt object. His head was pounding, his mouth was terribly dry, and when he opened his eyes the light that speared in from a gap in what must have been curtains felt like shards of glass in his head. He grumbled some expletive and curled up in the bed he didn't remember getting into. What the hell had happened yesterday?
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Post by Angel ♥ on Jun 21, 2010 7:09:50 GMT -5
"Yeah, maybe our bad luck will cancel each other out. No luck at all is better than bad luck." He nodded to Phoenix wisely, though he wasn't sure himself if what he had said even made sense. Probably not, he suspected that he was slurring his words by now. Kevay couldn't really take his alcohol, though he could drink a surprising amount before he passed out; he'd put that to the test more than once. "Hey, I'm not insultin' you! I'm not trying to anyways. If I really wanted to insult you I'd leave you stood in the shadows while I talked my way in." He told him with a wink, looking unsurprised at his mention of the palace. He had stolen a Princess, it stood to reason that he'd seen the inside of the palace. Damn, Kevay envied him. Royalty, he'd had royalty. Princesses were at the top of the list when it came to beautiful women. Queen's were often old and stern, but Princesses? Ahhhh, he could only dream.
"That one." He confirmed with a nod, smirking to Phoenix. He had no doubt that he would be able to talk the woman around, drunk or not. He was handsome, despite his attire and the fact that he looked like he hadn’t bathed for...well...too long. "Just smile and be your charming self and promise them the world." He advised with another nod. Kevay was good at promising the world and disappearing before they could ask him to deliver. He leant back against the wall as Phoenix swept, or stumbled, over towards the women, spending a moment straightening himself out and brushing the dust from his jacket, giving the thief time to make his introductions before he joined them. Tonight was going to be a good night, he could feel it.
It wasn't unusual for Kevay to have no idea where he was when he woke up, but it hadn't happened for a while, not since he had met Lexie. His head was pounding, the cupid groaning as he turned his head against the pillow, relishing the darkness; light against his closed eyes hurt, he didn't want to even try opening them and working out where he was. The bed was comfortable enough and, while the sheets weren't silk, they smelt like clean cotton, or almost clean cotton seeing as they had been slept in. Hotel, probably, paid for by...whoever he had taken back with him last night. He couldn't for the lift of him remember who it was, but from the weight on the mattress next to him and the extra body heat he was guessing that whoever the lucky woman was she was still there. Ugh, great. His head hurt too much to be charming this morning, and his mouth was intolerably dry. He'd not missed his hangovers.
He was quiet as he tried to get back to sleep, but scowled as the person next to him cursed and turned over. Wait a second, that wasn't a woman’s voice. Oh fuck. In fact, that was a familiar voice. He shielded his eyes with his hand as he peeked at the person next to him, only having to register the flame red hair before he realised who it was. Phoenix, the thief he'd met in the bar, why the fuck was he there? No, he didn't want to know. "Mornin', I think. Can I go back to sleep?"
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Jul 10, 2010 13:55:16 GMT -5
Phoenix hadn't even considered that there might be someone in the bed with him - he had spent so many days waking up hungover and God knows where that it was a small miracle that he had opened his eyes and realised he was in a bed. He hadn't slept in a bed in... too long. When Kevay spoke, however, the thief scowled to himself, his eyes pressed closed again now. He... he knew that voice. What's more, that voice was coming from somewhere next to him. Huh. He slowly opened his eyes again, cringing away from the light for a second time and reluctantly trying to adjust himself to looking around the room. Eventually his gaze settled on Kevay, and whatever he had said started to make sense in Phoenix's mind.
"Must be morning. Light hurts," he grumbled, lifting a hand to rub his eyes, wincing as his headache decided to remind him of its presence. Then he hunkered back down under the covers. "Knock yourself out," he mumbled to the cupid, seeming to be planning on the same thing himself. His mouth felt like it was stuffed with cotton, his head was about to explode, and he wasn't sure he'd be able to get up without emptying the contents of his stomach all over the floor. Sleeping some more sounded like a great idea.
Luckily, Phoenix actually managed to drop back off, awakening again a few hours later and sighing to himself. His stomach seemed to have settled, at least, and his head was hurting a little less. It still ached like a bitch, however, and the thief was careful as he swore softly and shifted to lie on his back. After a while, he carefully sat himself up, groaning and slumping back against the headboard. "Jesus... wha' happened last night?" he asked in a croaky voice, rubbing at his eyes again and running his fingers through his hair (he must have taken the plait out at some point in the night, since his hair was tumbling around his shoulders).
"And why are we in bed together?" he enquired, looking down at himself. He wasn't wearing his shirt. Phoenix lifted one eyebrow, seeming bemused. Then he frowned. "Oh, fuck... we didn't... did we? I'll die if we did," his eyes widened.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Jul 12, 2010 7:57:19 GMT -5
Kevay wasn‘t sure if he went back to sleep or passed out, but, either way, he was unconscious again moments after Phoenix gave him permission. Everything hurt too much to be waking up at that point, though it had hardly eased much when he awoke again a few hours later. He allowed himself to linger in that point between sleep and being awake, that way his headache felt further away and the dryness of his mouth wasn‘t much more than a mild annoyance. It was Phoenix‘s voice that finally dragged him firmly back into the land of the living, groaning at first, turning to hide his face against the pillow to block out the light, ignoring the lurch of his stomach. He shrugged in response to his first question, his mind was sluggish this morning, and he couldn‘t remember very much of last night. He remembered…well, there were distorted, fuzzy memories of the nobles bar, of a beautiful blond, then a brunette then…someone else, there had been someone else…he thought, maybe. Fuck knew. Ugh, he hadn‘t been this bad in a long while.
“We‘re still alive, I think that‘s an achievement in itself.” He mumbled, his voice scratchy and quiet. His mouth tasted like a bar maids apron, and it was as rough as a badgers arse. Not pleasant, not pleasant at all. He scowled as Phoenix continued to talk (he was rather proud of himself for remembering who the thief was); not only did his voice hurt his head, but he was accusing them of sleeping together? Ha! He would remember that, surely he would. Guys weren‘t Kevay‘s thing, he was actually rather insulted that he would think that he would even go there. Just because he was prettier than all the men, they always accused him on being gay. Bah, it was jealousy.
“Yes, we did, three times.” He mumbled to Phoenix dryly, not even looking up at him. He deserved to panic for that accusation. Truth was, Kevay had probably got lonely in his own bed, where ever that was, and decided that he wanted to sleep with the thief. He didn‘t know who had paid for this room, or where his clothes were, well, he didn‘t really know very much., but he hadn‘t slept with Phoenix, he swore he hadn‘t fucked a guy. He hadn‘t been [/I]that[/I] drunk. “You weren‘t dyin‘ last night, you loved it. Fuck, my head hurts. We got water anywhere?” He asked, peeking up at the red head through his hair seeing as it had fallen over his face, wicked amusement in his eyes. “S‘okay, I won‘t tell nobody, not a kiss and tell kinda guy.”[/color][/size][/right]
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Aug 2, 2010 10:05:10 GMT -5
Phoenix's eyes widened considerably as Kevay answered his question with a yes. Not even a slightly unsure 'yes'. A completely confident, I-had-my-way-with-you confirmation. The other man was still turned away from him, his face hidden. Which was lucky. Phoenix looked horrified."Noooo," he shook his head firmly. He didn't remember that at all. When Kevay emerged from under the sheets the thief's face was drained of all colour, and that wasn't just because of his raging hangover. That all changed, thankfully, when he spotted the mischief in Kevay's eyes. He relaxed ever so slightly, though his green eyes flared with annoyance.
"Don't do that when I've just woken up," he grumbled, lazily shoving Kevay as if to push him out of the bed, Phoenix letting himself settle against the wall again. He fell silent for a few moments, glancing around at the bed side table. "Found some water," he reached for the jug, poured water into two glasses and passed one down to Kevay, even though he wasn't entirely sure that he hadn't shoved the cupid out of bed. As he sat back and sipped at his water, he let his gaze drift around the room.
"It really is upper class in here," he observed, sounding much better thanks to his drink. He smirked at the sight of another bed across the room, the covers all crumpled and untidy. "Kevay, why're you in my bed? Yours is over there," he told him after a while, tilting his head and shifting under the covers. Thankfully he was still clothed from the waist down, so even though their dates for the night had mysteriously vanished, at least he and Kevay hadn't been lying naked together in bed. They hadn't slept together, that was still a little too close for comfort.
"Fuck. I need coffee," Phoenix decided after a while.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Aug 5, 2010 14:58:22 GMT -5
Kevay was chuckling even before Phoenix realised that he had been winding him up, ducking to hide under the covers as the thief reached out to shove him, though his cunning plan of hiding didn‘t work. The blanket offered him no protected, and Kevay was a little overdramatic. He fell flailing from the bed, landing with a thump in a tangle of blankets, though he was lucky enough to land on a thick rug. He liked classy hotels, they had soft floors for him to land on. He tugged the blankets around him, shuffling as though to get comfortable, hiding amongst the covers. The jolt from landing had sent a fresh wave of pain through his head, stars had exploded before his eyes and it felt as though his head really was about to explode. “You absolute bastard, I hate you.” He grumbled, actually sounding upset by this. Phoenix was mean.
He sat up eventually, resting his chin on the mattress and accepting the water, his eyes remaining closed. “It is a nice hotel. I‘m guessing that some very nice ladies brought us here and paid for the rooms. Can‘t remember though, I just got to rely on my amazing taste.” He grinned lopsidedly, spilling a little of the water as he sipped it. Ugh, he felt so uncoordinated this morning. “I got lonely. I don‘t like sleeping alone, and you looked lonely too. I asked, and you said I could sleep with you. Well, you grunted, I took it as a yes.” He explained with an innocent smile. “You can‘t be mad at me, I got us an uber posh room. I bet we can even have baths if the owner is a woman.”
“I need coffee too, thanks for offering.” He nodded to Phoenix, as though his mind had interpreted what he had said as that he was going to get coffee. “You wanna go clothes shopping later? I think we should go clothes shopping, I‘m a state and I don‘t like shopping alone.” [/right]
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Aug 5, 2010 15:47:50 GMT -5
Phoenix was sat up, cross-legged on the mattress as Kevay flailed and dragged the blankets with him as he fell, leaving the thief in just his boxers as he looked down at his new friend. "I never asked you to like me," he pointed out to Kevay with a shrug of his shoulders, glancing around the room sleepily and spotting, beyond the realms of his hangover, his clothes lying completely ruffled up and in a sorry state around the room. He couldn't resist a laugh. Last night had been interesting to say the least. He smirked and leant back on one hand as Kevay emerged to rest his chin on the edge of the mattress and drink his water, the thief rolling his eyes playfully. "Sure, your amazing taste. That's what we'll put it down to," he nodded.
"I'm not mad at you for getting in bed with me, I'm mad at you for leading me on about you sleeping with me. See, 'cause I remember fuck all about last night, and for all I knew it was true," he shuddered at the thought of it. He gave Kevay a withering look at the mention of getting him coffee, the thief laughing softly as he spilled water everywhere. The cupid was in worse shape than he was. "I s'pose coffee ain't out of the question since I'm the only one who can walk," he murmured, slipping off the bed and dragging his clothes on. "A bath? What for?" he sniffed at himself and shrugged, shuffling to the door. Phoenix was a slummer. While he took care of himself more than most, bathing was not the first thing on the priority list when it came to surviving and travelling.
He left without another word, leaving Kevay to wake up a little while he was gone. When he returned with coffee, the cupid was talking about clothes shopping. What the holy fuck? "You're the girliest guy I ever met," he muttered with a roll of his eyes, sinking down onto the bed again and setting the coffee next to him. He poured his own, black with plenty of sugar, wrinkling his nose as he sipped it. Just wasn't the same as chicory. He made no effort to make Kevay's, however. Phoenix didn't know what he liked, for a start, but he was also just being awkward.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Aug 6, 2010 13:15:52 GMT -5
”You’re just mad that it was a lie.” Kevay decided, taking no heed of what Phoenix had said, or how he had reacted, nodding to himself, though it was difficult to tell whether he was playing around or being deadly serious. The glass of water was soon empty, though that was mainly due to how much he had spilt, the cupid abandoning the glass on the mattress, his arms moving to wrap around his head to block out the light. Damn his head hurt, why were they talking so much? The thief was trying to make his head explode, wasn‘t he? It didn‘t matter that Kevay had been the one to start the conversation, or that he was doing most of the talking. Phoenix was obviously torturing him for his little joke, he should probably behave himself when he felt so hung over.
Kevay had managed to drag his sorry ass up onto the bed by the time the thief returned, sprawled out in the middle of the bed with the blankets crumpled up around him, hugging a pillow to his chest. “I get told that pretty often. Can call me girly all they want, I know that I‘m the one with all the women in my bed while they‘re stuck with their fat wives.” He mumbled, sounding down until he smelt the coffee, instantly perking up. He sat up to watch the red head pour his own drink before snagging the pot to pour his own cup, seemingly copying Phoenix. Black, except Kevay added no sugar. He was counting on the bitter taste to bring him around and wash the taste of stale booze from his mouth.
“You‘re not planning on being anywhere, are you?” He questioned, tilting his head at him, nursing his mug. “Then again, depending on what we got up to yesterday we both might need to make a hasty exit. Heh.” He rubbed at the side of his head at this comment, as though trying to work out what they had been up to. He remembered getting into the nobles bar, some gambling, lots of girls…then everything went fuzzy. Ha! They could have done anything. [/size][/right]
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Aug 6, 2010 13:31:49 GMT -5
Phoenix smirked over the rim of his mug as Kevay spoke about the other guys who called him 'girly', even though the cupid did, admittedly, look pretty irked about it. "I like you," he informed him nonchalantly, sipping at his coffee and closing his eyes as the hot liquid set his chest on fire, perking him up and chasing away his hangover. Stale booze was replaced with the smooth taste of coffee, and the sweetness of the sugar soon made Phoenix wake up. "Pfft. Kevay, you found me in a disgusting, grungy sailor's bar yesterday. With the amount we were drinkin', does it look like I got anywhere to be?" he shrugged, frowning as, for a moment, he remembered reality.
He hurriedly brushed it away. As hungover, confused and blurry his memory was of yesterday, he had to admit, being with Kevay sure beat the hell out of moping around in a bunch of taverns and getting slowly wasted until he didn't wake up one day. This way, he got to not wake up one day with some company! "Meh, I like this place. Let's not be too hasty. Give it till I'm awake and then we'll climb out of a window," he shrugged, patting his pockets and drawing out his money pouch, smirking as he looked into it. Empty. Why was he not surprised? "Gonna have to be pretty subtle today. S'always fun with a ragin' hangover," he rolled his eyes, returning his pouch and glancing across at Kevay again.
"Might take up that offer of clothes shoppin', actually. Got nothin' better to do, and it's better than what I was plannin'. Unless you want to go out and get hammered with me again?" he tilted his head at the cupid. "It true, by the way, what you said yesterday? You really a cupid? With the life I've led the last few months, I'm pretty open to believe anythin'," he shrugged to him, stretching and setting down his empty coffee mug onto the bedside table, glancing around the room to search for his boots.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Aug 7, 2010 11:07:34 GMT -5
”I like you too.” Kevay responded nonchalantly, as though Phoenix had never said anything, but it meant a lot. He just didn‘t want to scare Phoenix off by being too clingy. Guys didn‘t tend to like clingy, and he doubted that the thief would react well to him bounding over, hugging him and proclaiming that he was his best (and only) friend. He decided to play it cool instead (it helped that he felt too ill to move), sipping his coffee, the caffeine slowly working it‘s way through his system, his eyes clearing as the strong taste woke him up and pushed back his head ache a little. “Hmm, good point. You did look kinda stranded. There is so much to do and see in Ecritetre…this place is filled with beautiful women.” He added the last bit in, as though that automatically made a place amazing. “It’s all in the accent, I think.”
“This is a nice place.” He agreed, leaning back against the wall to let his gaze drift around the room and take everything in. He‘d seen better, but this place was nice. It was the kind of luxury that he wished that he could say that he was used to. He may like to think that he was a noble, but it wasn‘t the truth. Kevay had no money hidden away anywhere, the only property that he owned was a little flat above a bakers back in Avalas which he used to keep all the things in that he didn‘t want to lose. He had no title, no land, Hell, he didn‘t even have a family. All he had was what people gave him and the little that he could earn when he could be bothered to work. In all honesty, Kevay was just lucky enough that he was so irresistible that people just loved to give him presents. Expensive ones.
“We can go out and get new clothes for us to get hammered in. Just need to find a female tailor and charm her a little.” He nodded, stretching out. “Sure we can get wasted on no money, we did last night. Well, you had money…dunno where that went.” He smirked, pushing his hair back from his face. He tilted his head to the side at Phoenix’s question, actually laughing before he nodded. “I‘d not just come out with that all out of the blue. ‘Course I‘m a cupid. All arrow shooting and love spreading and irresistible. You didn‘t believe me?” [/size][/right]
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Aug 7, 2010 13:02:55 GMT -5
"Meh, I'm not really interested in what there is to see and do in Ecritetre," Phoenix admitted with a light sigh. "I'm just here to get away from the people who want me dead," he muttered, darkness shooting through his gaze for a moment, though he pushed the depressing thoughts away. He was never going to find Rory. So there was no point dwelling on it. Actually... "Well, I s'pose I was stranded. You got anywhere to be? You interested in findin' all these beautiful women with me? The accent might do it, but I ain't gonna stand there and listen to 'em all day," he offered with a smirk. Some company would be nice. And if he and Kevay weren't parting ways just yet, that gave him even less time to dwell on the past.
The thief stretched after he had finished his coffee, carefully getting to his feet. He still felt ill and hungover and achy and generally like Hell... but luckily for Phoenix, he was very used to feeling like this by now, and so he only took a moment to run his fingers through his hair before he shifted to grab his boots, tugging them on and beginning to tie the laces. He laughed as Kevay confirmed his... cupidness? Yeah, cupidness would work. "To be honest, at that point I thought I was imaginin' you, so no, I didn't really believe it. It'd explain how we ended up here with no money, though," he shrugged, straightening up after tying his boots.
Phoenix was taking all of this surprisingly well, to say that his new found friend had just confessed to being what was technically a mythical being. Something from a fairytale, almost. But after the way his life had gone lately, the thief honestly wasn't surprised that he'd run into someone like Kevay. He shuffled to the basin on the table by the mirror to wash his face and put his hair back into its plait, glancing at Kevay through the reflection in the mirror and smirking.
"I guess I got no choice to believe you now though. You're sober," he shrugged. "And s'all right," he murmured on the subject of money, "I'll get some more today, while we're on our way to the tailor's. C'mon, chop chop. I ain't being thrown out of here, I wanna be gone by the time someone comes up here and starts lookin' for us," he turned around to grab his coat from the floor by Kevay's bed (why it was there he didn't know), shrugging into it and seemingly not noticing the frayed hem, the missing buttons and whatnot.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Aug 7, 2010 13:39:56 GMT -5
”Me either, I‘ve seen it all before, when I was all young and wide eyed and amazed by the world.” He mumbled, sounding bitter for a moment, as though Phoenix‘s streak of darkness had rubbed off on him, though he shook it off as quickly as he could. “You‘re more interested in who there is to do in Ecritetre. We‘re on the same wave length.” He grinned, arching his eyebrow as he asked if he had anywhere to be. “Not really. I just generally try to keep away from people I‘ve upset…I upset a lot of people. Heh.” He admitted, rubbing at his temple, as though to help soothe his headache away. Having Phoenix around was good for Kevay, he didn‘t function well on his own. He‘d got used to having a friend around all the time, now that Lexie was gone he needed someone else around to keep him company. He had bumped into the red head at the same time.
The cupid forced himself up from the bed once he had finished his drink, shuffling around the room to tug his clothes back on. He moved over to linger in front of the mirror once he was dressed, attempting to smooth the creases from his clothes as he waited for Phoenix to finish washing before he moved to splash water over his face. The fresh water was good for helping him to brighten up too, though he was pretty sure that this hangover was going to slow him down for the rest of the day. Ugh, he needed to build up a resistance to alcohol again, he’d become a lightweight while he was travelling with Lexie.
“I‘m real, honest, and I‘m a cupid. Hell, you can‘t tell just by looking at me? I‘m gorgeous!” He pointed out, just in case Phoenix hadn‘t noticed. Even with his hair messed up Kevay achieved an effortless beauty, though he wasn‘t quite as radient as usual. Phoenix was heartbroken, he might be trying to hide it, but he could feel it seeping through his defences and infecting him. If that carried on he might have to think about trying to do something about it. The thief was his friend, he couldn‘t leave him all heartbroken and depressed, even if he didn‘t believe in love. People seemed to need love, it helped them to function.
Kevay arched an eyebrow as he watched his friend pull his coat on, eyeing the frayed hems and general wear of his clothes with a critical eye, shaking his head. The sooner he got this guy to the tailors the better. “I‘m ready.” He nodded as he shrugged his own coat on, running his fingers through his hair. “How are we getting out? I‘m guessing that this place probably wants paying as we leave…” [/size][/right]
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Aug 7, 2010 13:54:00 GMT -5
"That's a good thing," Phoenix smirked. Being on the same wave-length as Kevay would definitely distract him for the next... however long he was going to loiter around Ecritetre. There was little to no chance of him ever finding Rory, his life was in tatters around him, he had no home, no family, his friends were a million miles away (or in the case of his best friend, six feet under)... they were in pretty similar positions, all things considered. Why shouldn't they stick together? The thief couldn't resist a smirk as he tilted his head at Kevay. The vague outrage on his face as the cupid insisted he was gorgeous was endlessly amusing, and while Phoenix could have easily admitted it out loud (it was a fact, not an opinion that Kevay was the image of beauty) he chose merely to nod, shrugging a shoulder.
"I s'pose," he murmured in an effort of nonchalance, though his voice was laced with laughter. He ignored the way the cupid eyed his clothes, his eyes lighting up at the mentioning of how they were going to get out of this inn without being found out... and thrown out onto their backsides. Phoenix chuckled softly, patting his empty money pouch again as if to make perfectly sure that he was broke, before his gaze travelled to the windows of their room. "Easily enough, I guess. We'll just not pass the reception," he shrugged to Kevay, strolling past him with his coat fluttering at his heels, pulling open the shutters of the windows and pushing them open, peering down into the street.
The window-sill was wide enough to get a grip on. And there was a small ledge further down, another window sill, and then the steps of the inn. Then the street. Perfect! "Looks safe enough. C'mon," he motioned for the cupid to follow him, Phoenix hoisting himself out easily onto the window-sill. He considered the height for a second or two before effortlessly dropping onto the ledge he'd taken note of, landing in a crouch. "Sure beats payin'," he admitted with a shrug, glancing up at Kevay for a moment to smile brightly, before he leapt to the next window sill, to the steps, and onto the street in just a few minutes. "'Kay, come on down!"
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Post by Angel ♥ on Aug 7, 2010 15:10:35 GMT -5
Kevay narrowed his eyes at Phoenix‘s indifferent response to his ‘gorgeous‘ comment. He had been expecting a confirmation, another compliment, not a ‘ I s‘pose so! The cupid actually turned back to the mirror to make sure that he was still beautiful, fussing over his hair, as though that was the cause of the thief‘s response, before he turned back to face Phoenix, pouting. “You don‘t think I‘m gorgeous?” He asked, sounding genuinely upset by this. Everyone thought that he was stunning, everyone! Even the people that hated him couldn‘t deny that he was amazingly good looking, and there was Phoenix pretending like he hadn‘t noticed. The cupid refused to see this as a joke, despite the laughter in Phoenix‘s voice, sniffing as though he had taken offence to his comment. “You‘re mean, again. Twice in one morning, I think I‘m too fragile to be your friend.” He mumbled, sounding half serious.
He tilted his head as Phoenix told him that they weren‘t passing reception on the way out of the inn, looking bemused. “But, the stairs lead right down into the reception. Even if we wanted to sneak through the kitchens we‘d need to go down the stairs…” He mumbled, apparently having no clue what Phoenix was planning, or why he was so interested in the window. He didn‘t twig until the thief suddenly leapt out, Kevay‘s face a mask of shock as he half ran to the window, leaning out to look down at Phoenix, expecting him to be splattered all over the floor. “You want me to jump?” He asked, laughing nervously and shaking his head. Ha, he wanted to kill him, this had to be some sort of joke. He couldn‘t jump out of the window, he‘d die! The ground was so far away, and he was so fragile.
The breeze ruffled his hair as he leant out of the window looking down at Phoenix, still shaking his head. “Come on down? Come on down! You have to be kidding me! I‘ll break something, I‘ll land on my head! I‘m too pretty to die!” He rambled, not seeming to notice how much attention he was drawing to them. Ha, they looked so shifty. Kevay shouting down to Phoenix, Phoenix who obviously had no business stood outside such a plush hotel. This wasn‘t going to end well. [/size][/right]
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Aug 7, 2010 15:25:37 GMT -5
"No, I don't want you to jump," Phoenix shook his head as Kevay popped out from the window when he was on the ground. He had been expecting the cupid to have followed him by this point, not still be flailing about in the room. "I want you to climb down," he corrected, looking honestly bemused and folding his arms for a moment. The way Kevay had been acting, and the way they'd clicked as friends, Phoenix had gotten the impression that the cupid got himself into these situations often enough for him to be able to clamber out of a window. Apparently not. Then again, he thought, it was becoming clearer and clearer that his new friend wasn't exactly what you'd call the image of masculinity.
"Hey, hey, quit makin' a scene!" Phoenix tried to hush him as he rambled, throwing him an unimpressed look and making 'quieten down' gestures with his hands. Eventually he sighed heavily and straightened up. "Okay, listen. Just listen, okay?" he called, as discreetly as possible. "Get to that ledge that I climbed on to, okay? Then... I dunno, I'll catch you. You're not gonna land on your head, I'll make sure of it. Trust me, okay?" he held out his arms for the cupid, rolling his eyes and trying to stop himself from looking around at the streets. People were staring, and how the innkeeper hadn't come out and realised what they were doing, he didn't know.
If he and Kevay were going to be friends, he'd have to teach this guy the meaning of discretion. Not that he thought it'd do any good.
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