@Roulettua He’s itching at the back of his head, still catching up with just what happened… and the fact that he’d been THAT close with his “roommate”.
“Must be important if you skipped your beauty sleep for it…” he mumbled, sitting back. “Alright, toots, what’s up?”
@Roulettua For once, he’s not slow to comply, immediately raising his body and removing the hands pinning her down, cheeks aflame with a hot blush as he’s left at a complete loss.
“What were you even doin’..? Why’s the back of my head sting so much?”
@Roulettua When he finally does awaken, his instincts kick in, suddenly grabbing at the broomstick and yanking it in. From there his hands deftly reach for and pin his assailant to the bed beneath him… before finally gaining awareness as his fight or flight faded.
“…Uh, hey, Roz…!”
Out and about running odd jobs. Current client is a timid wood golem in need of escorting through a treacherous forest. In need of training, Adell improvised.
He’s got that golem strapped to his back as he leaps from the treetops through the forest.
@Roulettua …A genuine arc of the brow at the absence of her usual arsenal of comments. His eyes bat in a brief stunned silence, one that was almost long enough to make him regret his assumption, before continuing along at her side.
Adell could only shrug and stay quiet, unsure what to
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@Roulettua —
his trusty cloak. He wrapped the black fabric around her bare shoulders and neck to let it blanket her in its embrace, holding the same warmth as the fists of the man who wore it.
❝There, better?❞
@Roulettua He turned his nose up and rolled his eyes, somewhere between disbelief and annoyance at the insistence.
❝Whatever, just so long as we can keep movin’.❞ He groaned, removing his weathered onyx cloak and walking forward. He didn’t trust her to tie a shoelace, let alone put on
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“Who shall foot the bill? Don't ask such proposterous things! Santa will, of course.”
Holding her head mightily high, presenting her lengthy list for all blessed to be her audience.
“Now! @JustHisStyle, we'd be best off to send this off. Chop, chop! We mustn't keep Santa long!”
“What do I desire for Christmas?
I've already prepared my list! Nothing too exuberant, of course.
A ruby necklace, a pair of golden shoes, a diamond ring.. oh, and the prototype of the fabulous Pink Ranger figurine, to name a few.”