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Post by Drake on Jan 8, 2020 10:53:38 GMT -8
Drake would be locked inside his room a few days after Christmas. He hadn't left his room since Christmas Day. He wasn't ready to face the world yet. So it was just him, Melody, and Dark.
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Post by Avice Locke on Jan 8, 2020 15:25:00 GMT -8
She would knock.
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Post by Drake on Jan 8, 2020 21:27:24 GMT -8
Drake wasn't expecting company. So the knock at the door came as a surprise.
"It's open."
He would say bluntly. Almost robotic. If Avice choose to come in. She would probably be surprised, as one might expect the home of an unsupervised 17 year old male to be one of a dangerous bio-hazard area. But instead what she saw was a home in such pristine condition, not even a single grain of dust could be perceived. Even the apartment set up was made in such a way that it didn't feel barren despite the lack of decor. The fang sui of the apartment was very open and inviting. Drake himself was in the kitchen cooking, and it smelled delicious. If Avice turned to look at Drake in the kitchen she would see him stirring a pot. He would turn to look up at her.
"Oh, hey. What's up?"
He would say, however, Avice would notice something quite peculiar. The red Scarf wrapped around Drake's neck would seemingly come to life reaching into a cabinet and pulling out some spices, adding them to the Soup. The following smell was even more mouth watering than it was at first!
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Post by Avice Locke on Jan 9, 2020 5:24:35 GMT -8
She would enter and seemingly think she got the wrong place almost at first. But knowing it was Drake's voice she was making sense of it in a quick fashion. The smells that flooded her already sensitive senses made her high metabolic gut suddenly feel empty.
"Well, well..." She would say coming into view of the kitchen. "This is very certainly a step up from when I last be seein' ya. Cookin' Yar own food and makin' it all bright." She noticed the company. "Oi! I di-nay ya 'ad a Sprite... Aye 'im a stylish lookin' bloke I'd say. My own and 'e may 'ave good conversations. Lupin a jazzy fellow, lotta flair and charisma." She would nod her approval.
As she turned about looking at the place the baby at her back was smiling tugging at her curls.
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Post by Drake on Jan 9, 2020 9:06:47 GMT -8
Dark would turn to look at Avice when she spike about him only to turn back to staring at the wall.
"Yeah... he doesn't talk."
Drake would tap the spoon on the pot before setting it on a holder on top of the oven. Grabbing the lid and placing it on top of the soul. Turning down the heat to let it simmer.
"I don't know why you're so surprised about me know how to cook. My mother wasn't to keen on caring if I had been fed or not. So the girls at the brothel would teach me how to cook. Right now I'm making one of our signature dishes."
He would say as he walked over towards the window to check on Melody hanging out getting some sun.
"What brings you here?"
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Post by Avice Locke on Jan 9, 2020 10:53:18 GMT -8
Well the friendly chatter came. to am abrupt halt.
"Ah... Well Yar not goin' to like it, ya might even think less of me for it." She breathed. "Ya be goin' back to this..."she flicked a hand in a general over yander direction. "Lightnin' territory place soon, aye?"
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Post by Drake on Jan 9, 2020 10:56:16 GMT -8
Drake wouldn't even turn his attention back to Avice instead he continued to investigate Melody for any dead stems or leaves. Making sure the flower was staying healthy.
"What do you mean?"
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Post by Avice Locke on Jan 9, 2020 11:14:48 GMT -8
"Yar Father, asked me as a King to look after ya when ya go... For a short time. 'Im be wanting to stick 'is nose in 'ow yar progress be goin' away from 'ims watchful eye." She tried to make it sound cold and annoying.
She'll shrug. "Sorry mate, I kinda owe 'im but not like I'll be givin' 'im ya report cards or 'before and after' pictures." Translation she'll not need to be going to report back everything that happens.
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Post by Drake on Jan 9, 2020 15:18:54 GMT -8
Drake would just scoff.
"Do as you will. As for me, I am quite over all of this Dragon bulshit. Leon seems to be the most sensible one which is sad because he literally let himself be turned to stone out of bordem."
He shook his head and would finally turn to Avice.
"So, did you really come by just to feed me some pointless line about doing my fathers bidding? Cause, if that's the case I feel you could've just left me a note. Or told me on the street. I don't see any reason why this info needed to be hand delivered to my doorstep."
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Post by Avice Locke on Jan 9, 2020 17:35:35 GMT -8
"Because 'im was bor-" she didn't want to be side tracked, a waved hand in dismissal. "Ya and Raikotsu are not in the best of terms... I figured face to face was the most proper. Then I could take on Yar ire if it came. Not like ya go on the street much anyway, ya 'ardly seem to leave."
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Post by Drake on Jan 9, 2020 21:21:08 GMT -8
Drake shrugged and made his way back to the soup.
"I do my duties for the Thane family and when I'm not needed I come home. It's called having a job. I don't go out? So what. There is nothing for me out there."
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Post by Avice Locke on Jan 9, 2020 21:34:55 GMT -8
"Aawe, wee lamb not know what to be but work an' be 'ome." She pouted her lip at him. She grew serious a moment however mocking asside, something was on his mind.
She pulled up a seat and un-shouldered her child and sat him against her chest, rocking the infant. "What's eatin' ya up from the ins to outs mate? If I didn't know any better I'd say ya all but given up. Ya done lookin' for knockin' Raikotsu off that 'igh 'orse, gettin' strength, findin' Yar own way out of 'is shadow and Yar mum's?"
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Post by Drake on Jan 9, 2020 21:52:33 GMT -8
Drake stopped. Hesitating for a moment before continuing his cooking.
"I'm fine."
He'd say with a lack of any emotion in his tone.
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Post by Avice Locke on Jan 9, 2020 22:15:34 GMT -8
"that's cock," she shook her head and sighed deeply. "Ya know I'm not gonna push ya to tell me, but for an ex-prostitute Yar a piss poor liar."
Something didn't smell right and when the scarf flicked itself last she caught wind of what might been blood... That is of blood had a nice smell of musky inscense. Not enough information to deduce any connections still.
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Post by Drake on Jan 9, 2020 22:19:22 GMT -8
Drake stopped doing anything altogether. Just stared into the pot of boiling soup.
"And what the fuck do you know?"
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