as we dance on the graves of the misbehaved.

Strelein von Rosnete · 05-07-2010, 11:19 PM

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rah rah omg, so so very late.

Strel rolled his eyes very visibly, wondering how subtle Rurik was trying to be. Because he failed, quite hard at it. And if it were on purpose, well than the cocky little bastard. Just because he moved in did not mean the redhead owed him a gift. In fact, Rurik should be grateful that he was not kicked out by the Lord for his impudence. "Well, you're lucky exceptionally lucky I don't toss you out the window for sauce," he retorted, wondering why on earth the Russo thought he would have a gift to give. "You got yourself a gift already, so you get to be happy with it for the year." There was an allotment of one wonderful piece a year free of charge. The rest would have to be bought and paid for. Absentminded, the redhead fidgeted with the curtains, readjusting them as he talked back to the older male.

"Daughter and son? Is the son free?" There was a roguish twinkle in his eye as Strelein turned to eye Rurik, lips twisted into a matching grin. If the son was anything like the older Russian, then maybe they could be, ah, changed. "And he can always move out if he wants, closer to my rooms of course," he added coyly, as though it would have never occurred to the new Miracles man. But it seemed as though the man was going to take his kids away from the Hotel, to the sea. It made sense. Rurik was seriously some kind of closet pirate. The redhead was kind of surprised the man actually stayed on land at all. One would think he would hiss at the ground the way he lovingly saw the sea. "You should live out in a hut on a wherry or something and float along a peninsula."

Rurik was correct. Strel had done something to the covers; he had restuffed a few and sewn up holes. Over all, he managed to create a patchy coverlet and funky bedding. Strelein pulled a face at Rurik laying himself down all over it. Grumbling, the redhead promptly went and fell, controlled mind you, across the Russo, linking his hands on his chest even as he could feel the other male's body under his spine, curving it. "Yep, and you took all of the space. Get your own mattress, dear."

OOC ending: Eventually, these two boyos end up somewhere and DO IT. Then they get all awkward and eventually just disperse from each other because they're all "D: omfg what did i do". Yay!

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