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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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Shifting in her seat, swallowing a lump, she turned her palm to clasp his into her own, attempting to display a bit of comfort to him. He was such a nice man; there just couldn’t be anything that he could tell her that would make her think any less of him, right? She liked to think so.
Promising not to be afraid, though, was a toughie. She could try.
“I… I promise to try, Mr. Wolf.”
Besides, she was beginning to believe that she might know what he was about to tell her, anyway.