Cosette Alder (Jul 9, 2010 10:41:17 PM)
(This user has entered Steve's Apartment) (IP = 68.112.50.91)
Steven Vincent (Jul 9, 2010 10:44:40 PM)
*Steve turned off his PS2. He was a bit sore from sleeping on the couch. Sure it was comfy, but it was still a couch. Not having a car made entertainment difficult for him, and he wasn't about to call richard for rides.*
Steven Vincent (Jul 9, 2010 10:47:34 PM)
*At least Cosette wasn't the only one suffering. He was nice enough to give her the bed. Sure it wasn't as nice as what she was probably used to, but it's better than an army cot, or a couch rib jabbing her in the back all night. He was to exhausted to run to the store last night and get himself an inflatable matress. Maybe today later.*
Steven Vincent (Jul 9, 2010 10:51:02 PM)
*he got up off the couch and made himself some breakfast. He didn't know if she was up and moving, the bedroom door was still closed, and she might have done an 180 since their last talk.*
Cosette Alder (Jul 9, 2010 10:51:19 PM)
*Cosette had little in the form of entertainment here. She had let him be to play his video games, she watched for a while but left as she decided it would be best for her to keep out of his sight for a bit lest she decide that she was going to try and make out with him. That would have been entertaining. Several hours later she awoke in his bed, a book she had been reading laid near her. It had been a lovely nap. Yawning softly to herself she pushed the covers back got out of bed and remade it*
Steven Vincent (Jul 9, 2010 10:55:19 PM)
*Steve was nice enough to have some deciency around the woman. Wandering around his apartment in nothing but boxers alone was one thing, but now he had company, he at least kept long pants on usually. No shirt though, he just couldn't sleep in a shirt, and he had yet to put one on. He hadn't turned off the little TV. The screen was blue and displayed the number 03 in white to show the channel. Yeah he didn't even have cable in his apartment either. Probably why he was at the sept watching CNN. He couldn't do it at home.*
Cosette Alder (Jul 9, 2010 11:00:33 PM)
*After she made the bed opened the door to the bedroom, heading into the kitchen where she saw him. She had been acting differently after he told her that she was not a lady and could not be treated like one. She seemed more forward, not rude, but blunt. She crossed her arms over her chest watching him with her gray eyes. It could be that she would show him just what she could be like when she was not bound by the rules of being a lady, and he just might regret his decisions and yet her off quicker. * “Good morning, you did not join me last night” *Sure it was just a statement of the obvious but it had other undertones.*
Steven Vincent (Jul 9, 2010 11:05:16 PM)
*he chuckled* You were serious with your offer then? How about some breakfast and we'll see if we can't find something to do. I believe we still have a game of truth or dare planned sometime soon?
Steven Vincent (Jul 9, 2010 11:08:17 PM)
*his had reached to his back to scratch that nasty old war wound he got during his rite of passage, He picked up the plates he made and placed them on the table next to some maple syrup. French toast with powdered sugar dusted on top. He wasn't a great cook, but he learned a few things along the way.*
Cosette Alder (Jul 9, 2010 11:08:36 PM)
Breakfast? You are cooking? You did not have to do that. I thought that was something I should have been doing for myself. Not that I am very good at it, and not that I do not appreciate it. I wonder how long has my ladyship been stripped from me. I might need to make other arrangements and make up a cover story for my where abouts to my mother and Eric. As for the game…really you wish to play even now?
Cosette Alder (Jul 9, 2010 11:11:19 PM)
(( ok so I hear a storm fyi))
Cosette Alder (Jul 9, 2010 11:11:49 PM)
(( So if I drop its not my fault! But I am going to keep playing so hopeful all will stay well))
Steven Vincent (Jul 9, 2010 11:12:41 PM)
I was hungry, and you were asleep. I wasn't about to wake you up and deal with some angry morning wrath of yours. But if you insist on cooking for yourself, I can can eat your half later. *he picked up one of the plates and headed toward the fridge* (ok i know how that is. Had satelite before the Cable I have now.. You sneezed in the direction of your dish and it goes out for a day)
Steven Vincent (Jul 9, 2010 11:15:23 PM)
*yeah he was bored, so his cocky additude started showing up more often. He had no reason to hide it as much, she wasn't a lady for now. He stuck her serving of french toast in the fridge and sat down to eat his own* mmmm this is pretty good.
Cosette Alder (Jul 9, 2010 11:17:38 PM)
*She of course cut her eyes in the direction of the scar. How could she be such a prude then with one change of things turn to be something else? He had shown what a true lord he could be, and it was rather attractive. It just have been in her genes to like that sort of shit. Either that or she was programmed that way. She let him pick up what he had made for her and put it in the fridge. She did get herself a glass of orange juice and sit down at the table with him though.* So a time? Three days? a week? a week and a half?”
Steven Vincent (Jul 9, 2010 11:22:21 PM)
Time for what. *he shoved a big bite of french toast down his throat and chewed a bit while forking a bit for the next bite. He swallowed it down.* How long until you starve without eating? *of course he knew what she was going on about. He already told her and didn't feel it necessary to repeat himself.*
Cosette Alder (Jul 9, 2010 11:23:29 PM)
(( I as a player must have missed that then? How long was it?))
Steven Vincent (Jul 9, 2010 11:23:46 PM)
(until she learned the meaning of humility)
Steven Vincent (Jul 9, 2010 11:24:13 PM)
(could be an hour, could be a couple years)
Cosette Alder (Jul 9, 2010 11:24:13 PM)
(( LOL oh yeah I remember that part. So no firm date then))
Steven Vincent (Jul 9, 2010 11:24:23 PM)
((nope))
Steven Vincent (Jul 9, 2010 11:26:16 PM)
If you mean how long your punishment is good for.. If I told you that, then you'd just wait it out and go back to your old pompus additude never really learning anything now. What sort of no-moon would I be if I let you do that?
Cosette Alder (Jul 9, 2010 11:27:54 PM)
*She wanted to sigh and complain, but she didn’t. She merely looked at him, a wrinkling her nose in displeasure for just a moment before that show was gone. She could see that he was trying his damn best to make her annoyed with him. She was not going to take that bait oh hell no. But this was truly painful and most annoying* Then tell me exactly what you want to see from me so that I may do it and have this over with:
Steven Vincent (Jul 9, 2010 11:33:53 PM)
*he hadn't really known* Cosette, your former rigid life is not really the way garou or their kin are supposed to be. Had you not bottled up your emotions so tightly, such an outburst wouldn't have been made. This is what I been trying to tell you since we first met. To relax a bit and enjoy life. Now once you actually enjoy not being a lady, then you might enjoy being a lady so much more, and maybe you won't keep in so much emotion. *he smiled, he was content with that answer. It explained his thoughts enough. So with that he sticks another large chunk of french toast in his mouth before getting up and heading back to the fridge for some milk* You want your breakfast while Im up?
Cosette Alder (Jul 9, 2010 11:37:56 PM)
*She felt what he said was simply just contradictory. Had she held everything in she would not be in this situation as it was now. She went from liking him one moment to hating the very sight of him the next. It was hard to deal with such feelings. It was almost a damned if you do and damned if you don’t line that she had to walk. Her eyes followed him back to the fridge.* “No. I don’t want it”
Steven Vincent (Jul 9, 2010 11:41:47 PM)
*he shrugs and thinks while returning to the table with a glass of milk* You remember playing with baloons as a kid? Blowing them up with your breath? To much air an they pop and they are no longer fun. Let the air out and they fly away and are no longer fun. Let it out slowly and you can blow them up again. It's the same thing with emotions. If you contain to much, you pop. To much released at once and you loose control, slow gradual release is the best.
Steven Vincent (Jul 9, 2010 11:43:28 PM)
Cosette Alder (Jul 9, 2010 11:44:49 PM)
Steven Vincent (Jul 9, 2010 11:47:21 PM)
Cosette Alder (Jul 9, 2010 11:53:09 PM)
((
*She missed her pretty living quarters, her feather soft bed, delicately fluffed pillows a placed decorated so daintily in her favorite colors. A place that smelled of freshly cut flowers every day. Could it be that she was having fantasies about being back at home? Unfortunately her lovely little fantasy ended at the sound of his voice causing her to pout a bit* I see. *She said not really making any comment other then that. He didn’t want to know what she really thought about that. It would probably just get her in trouble again*
*he finished his last bite and drank down his milk. Taking the dirty dishes to the sink and spraying the extra syrup off before returning to the table.* So it's pretty boring around here. what do you want to do?
*She ran through several smart ass comebacks in her head at his comment. The more she thought about it the more she did not want to be here, the more she felt like a captive. * “I don’t care Vincent” *It would not do her any good to lie and say that she had some work to do because he would find out about it, and then it would just be worse*