the house guest. (nel + murdoch)

[Nel Sayo]

When he got up, she got up alongside him in a smooth reflection of his movement. The pale spectre of him.

She shuffled over to her pack, fishing out the long-sleeved shirt, which she shrugged into and started buttoning. Her hair got swept up into a pony-tail at the crown of her head, braids and shells clacking and bouncing through the curls. After spiking the shirt's collar, she snatched up her gloves and slid them over those delicate scales, flexing her fingers once, before she lifted the swordbelt and slung that about her hips, buckling it low.

"Okay," she said, bopping over to him as she resituated the rapier on her hip. "Hey did you have a honey-cake before you got home last night? Are there more somewhere? Can we get one?"

She bounced on her heels by his elbow, bright eyes expectant.

[Murdoch]

Murdoch shoved on his boots and lashed them against his calves as she finished getting dressed, then grabbed up the key to the apartment.

"This is Syliras, my swan, capitol of the civilized world!" he said as he swept the door open in a grand gesture - which didn't so much show the city as it did the building across from them. Which looked pretty much like this one. "You want a honey-cake, you get a honey-cake. With your own money," he said with a teasing smirk. As if he'd ever paid for a honey-cake. Psah.

[Nel Sayo]

She rolled her eyes at this display, but a grin lingered, tucked into the corner of her mouth, and she preceded him on an unhurried stroll through the door and down the stairs. Pale curls bounced in the sunlight.

"You're a dick," she decided, as she spilled out into the street, with a sigh.

[Murdoch]

He laughed at that, easy and unconcerned as he locked the door behind them and tucked the key away somewhere, then just shoved his hands in his pockets and started down the stairs and out into the city.

"Never claimed otherwise, sweetheart," he drawled, perhaps the truest thing he'd said yet. "Come on, honey-cake for you, maybe a little shopping, and then to find a place to get you out of my hair," he teased, shoving an elbow in her ribs as they meandered down the streets.

END!

[Gossamer]

. Character: Nel Experience: 1 XP Cooking (making fruit salad), 1 XP Interrogation, 1 XP Storytelling Lore: Pre-Tea Murdoch in the Morning Character: Murdoch Experience: 1 XP Negotiation, 1 XP Storytelling, 1 XP Debate (Countering most things Nel says) Lore: Nel's perpetual cheerfulness Additional Note: Interesting chapter I missed. I love how Nel keeps worming her way in and Murdoch's grumpiness gives in to acceptance of his own fate. .