16.Mar.14, 11:09 PM
How cute. Khoemi was living in denial over what they had one fun night nearly four turns ago. How did the man manage to forget everything he had done? Perhaps that was why he got drunk. Any time a memory he didn’t like popped again, it was time to lose himself in the bottom of a mug or two. There was no doubt that Khoemi had managed to convince himself they never slept together either. The man wasn’t great at lying and it was obvious in the venom in his voice that the idea genuinely disgusted him. That was why Gabrin kept picking on him.
“It’s fun to get a little dirty sometimes, Emmy. Don’t knock it until you …remember it.” Smirking, Gabrin finally gave Khoemi his desired space and backed off. He moved to the large and comfortable chair he had near the currently unlit hearth and flopped down. His robe was still hanging open but one leg was loosely crossed over the other in a mockery of modesty.
“So, if you’re not here to keep me warm as I sleep, I ask again; what exactly are you doing in my home at such an hour?” There had to be a fun reason for it and Gabrin was looking forward to hearing it. Buttercup apparently was as well as the spoiled cat cried at the door. Gabrin glanced at it but he didn’t let his sweet cat in. This was business between men and she didn’t need to see any of it. After a moment the crying stopped and Buttercup wandered off to cause mischief elsewhere.
“It’s fun to get a little dirty sometimes, Emmy. Don’t knock it until you …remember it.” Smirking, Gabrin finally gave Khoemi his desired space and backed off. He moved to the large and comfortable chair he had near the currently unlit hearth and flopped down. His robe was still hanging open but one leg was loosely crossed over the other in a mockery of modesty.
“So, if you’re not here to keep me warm as I sleep, I ask again; what exactly are you doing in my home at such an hour?” There had to be a fun reason for it and Gabrin was looking forward to hearing it. Buttercup apparently was as well as the spoiled cat cried at the door. Gabrin glanced at it but he didn’t let his sweet cat in. This was business between men and she didn’t need to see any of it. After a moment the crying stopped and Buttercup wandered off to cause mischief elsewhere.