02-21-2012, 01:39 PM
Sebastian smiled cheerfully and craned his neck back as Hadley opened the door. He had to crane his neck- he'd almost forgotten how tall Hadley was. Though he raised an eyebrow at the strange squeaking sound that the former slave produced, Sebastian discounted it to tiredness. Perhaps the big lug had only just woken up and his voice was rough. Or maybe he had a cold.
The Italian stepped forward as Hadley stepped back, assuming that the squeak/grunt had been a go-ahead to come in.
"Salve, Hadley," he grinned, abruptly wrapping his slim, strong arms around Hadley's torso and squeezing as he buried his face in the thick fur of Hadley's muscular chest. The embrace only lasted a few seconds, though. Sebastian stepped away from the handsome hybrid and sat down at the foot of his bed, leaning over to rest his elbows on his knees and intertwine his hands. Intelligent bright orange eyes were kept on Hadley's face. He didn't notice that the pillow and blanket were in the precise position he had left them in when he had given them to Hadley.
"How has life at Casa di Cavalieri been?" he asked curiously, shifting over to put his back against the wall and rest his legs on the bed. One was drawn up closer to his chest, the other splayed flat with half his shin resting over the edge of the bed. He could never stay still for long. One black-furred hand patted the bed beside him, inviting Hadley to sit down and talk with him.
The Italian stepped forward as Hadley stepped back, assuming that the squeak/grunt had been a go-ahead to come in.
"Salve, Hadley," he grinned, abruptly wrapping his slim, strong arms around Hadley's torso and squeezing as he buried his face in the thick fur of Hadley's muscular chest. The embrace only lasted a few seconds, though. Sebastian stepped away from the handsome hybrid and sat down at the foot of his bed, leaning over to rest his elbows on his knees and intertwine his hands. Intelligent bright orange eyes were kept on Hadley's face. He didn't notice that the pillow and blanket were in the precise position he had left them in when he had given them to Hadley.
"How has life at Casa di Cavalieri been?" he asked curiously, shifting over to put his back against the wall and rest his legs on the bed. One was drawn up closer to his chest, the other splayed flat with half his shin resting over the edge of the bed. He could never stay still for long. One black-furred hand patted the bed beside him, inviting Hadley to sit down and talk with him.