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Character(s): Red | Wolf
Content: Dinner and explanations
Setting: Wolf's place at the Iriela Apartments
Time: Evening | Dinner Time
Warnings: TBA
Red found herself making her way nervously toward the Iriela apartments. Scratching through a door, or rather attempting to do so — what kind of person was she making friends with, here? Then again, of all people, Red had absolutely no right to judge anyone or anything; no one could have done anything as terrible as she did to poor, innocent Peter. She was climbing the stairs to the second floor and once she reached it, glanced for his door. It wasn’t hard to pick it out of the others, it indeed being covered in scratch marks.
Swallowing a lump, hands moving to her hood, she pushed it off of her head and made for the door a bit slowly, if not cautiously.
“He’s such a sweet man,” she told herself as she moved forward. “There’s absolutely no reason to worry about going into his home, it’s probably just as nice and charming as he is.”
It really wasn’t all that difficult to pep talk herself into heading to his apartment. In a few short strides, Red was at the door, looking it over, slowly feeling at ease for some reason. There was a small sense of familiarity at the markings, although at the time she didn’t really recognize why. Lifting her hand and curling her fingers into a fist, she rapped at the door a few times gently.
Closing her eyes briefly, she took a breath. “Everything will be explained, he said so.”
Content: Dinner and explanations
Setting: Wolf's place at the Iriela Apartments
Time: Evening | Dinner Time
Warnings: TBA
Red found herself making her way nervously toward the Iriela apartments. Scratching through a door, or rather attempting to do so — what kind of person was she making friends with, here? Then again, of all people, Red had absolutely no right to judge anyone or anything; no one could have done anything as terrible as she did to poor, innocent Peter. She was climbing the stairs to the second floor and once she reached it, glanced for his door. It wasn’t hard to pick it out of the others, it indeed being covered in scratch marks.
Swallowing a lump, hands moving to her hood, she pushed it off of her head and made for the door a bit slowly, if not cautiously.
“He’s such a sweet man,” she told herself as she moved forward. “There’s absolutely no reason to worry about going into his home, it’s probably just as nice and charming as he is.”
It really wasn’t all that difficult to pep talk herself into heading to his apartment. In a few short strides, Red was at the door, looking it over, slowly feeling at ease for some reason. There was a small sense of familiarity at the markings, although at the time she didn’t really recognize why. Lifting her hand and curling her fingers into a fist, she rapped at the door a few times gently.
Closing her eyes briefly, she took a breath. “Everything will be explained, he said so.”
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Her eyes crossed briefly at the poke to her nose and again her cheeks flushed to match her namesake. Gosh, why was this man so endearing? She gives a giggle, though, at his playful manner in telling her that it’s time for dinner. It was one of the most unique ways she’d ever been asked to eat a meal with someone. A bit shyly, she moved to take her place at the table to join in with gathering some food for herself as well.
“This all smells and looks very, very lovely, Mister Wolf.”