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In the reflection of the glass wall, Azreal's acute oculars caught ever step Ashrun took in operating the elevator, from the pin in her hair to how it interfaced with the panel of the device. So far, there appeared to be only one way in and out of this place, and that was through the vertical shaft they just descended. It wasn't to say that his observations were meant to say he planned on ditching the woman after her hospitality, but it never ceased to be safe in keeping one's options open. The girl from this alien world seemed to enjoy prancing about barefoot, or rather as he noticed, preferred not to track filth as he had quite rudely in his excitement. Twas unlike him, usually his manners were far more refined than this, but such a situation was anything of the norm for Azreal. After he bathed and changed his clothes, the gentleman would certainly offer to clean up after his mess. Speaking of, she made the comment earlier of fitting her brother's old outfits for him, which in turn would have her taking his measurements. Azreal in his years had been fitted for a great many suits, there was no difference in this strange shifter doing the same, but in the back of his mind it still felt off. Perhaps he should explain that he did not truly wish to wear a loincloth, but that it had been said in jest. Either way he'd dug his own grave as she seemed intent on doing it sometime later, practically able to feel her scrutinize over his figure in silence. That didn't last for long, however, and his own daydreams were cut short as a clearly feminine scent invaded his senses.
Turning away from the sight of the vast cave network and thoughts about where those various tunnels might lead to he was surprised to see her taking up a position next to him, With Ashrun so close, and the two away from the dense jungle, he could smell her own musk, sweet as most women were, but with earth and spices mixed in. Those golden hues were almost taken aback at being gazed at by an such a stoic expression peering up at him. Ashrun was left without a soul in her family, or rather none that she'd mention. The assassin rarely took what most said at face value, and always wondered if what one said was the truth. One thing was certain though, he did not question that she lived all on her own, and has for some time, even in a structure this size. She had a tenacious look about her, one he himself wore often. Having to fend for oneself built a strength that few would understand when having to rely upon others, and fostered a certain detachment, or fear in forming connections. Azreal knew this sort of life well and tilted his head in a nod in appreciation for her being so accommodating towards him when she truly did not have any reason to do so. "<font color="d4a017]Thank you, Ashrun, and for what it's worth, your independence has given you an impressive sense of character. I doubt anyone else I could have stumbled on would be quite like you.[/font]"
Taking a knee he'd begin untying the laces of his mud covered loafers, eyes off of her for the moment in both respect and to inspect his own person. In the heat of the forest above it was easy to miss how he'd come into such disarray. Since crash-landing, he'd been trekking almost nonstop through the humid environment above without any sort of preparation or break. Now in the cool underground facility, goose-flesh would line his skin as a chill hit him from his wet attire. Hopefully, he'd not come down with some sort of illness, that would be just what he needed after all of this; sarcasm of course, he'd be livid if such a fate came to pass.
Azreal stepped out of his shoes where as he stood, as not to leave a trail of dirt further into the complex. Now he was merely walking about in but black socks with an elegant gold trim, making up the ground she'd gone until he'd be at Ashrun's side as she had done prior. Once through the next set of doors he'd again take in the new sights, against the transparent barriers provided a spectacular view as well as their own source of lighting. The man would glance back at Ashrun to catch her dash through the door before it locked shut. "<font color="d4a017]This is certainly the definition of a safehouse.[/font]" He chuckled just how secure this place was for how little force he'd seen thus far. Perhaps there was some grand military hunting down the tribes in the woods, or some fantasy similar, but he'd be hard pressed into believing such a tale until he saw it personally. Azreal would walk in tandem with his companion, as it seemed to be what both were comfortable with. "<font color="d4a017]I'll take you up on your offer to share your room with me. After all that has happened, I think I'd prefer the company.[/font]" Softer was his voice, not having a need to speak up with her so near. More so he was curious to see the rest of her home as well as the main city he'd caught a glimpse of initially, but there was no point in rushing there when his limbs were stiff with ache. Ashrun would hand him her key, which he'd pocket into one of his satchels hanging against his side along his vest. At least she wasn't planning on locking the man inside what was essentially a fortress. "<font color="d4a017]Speaking of, you've been keen in staying fairly close to me so far, are you going to join me in washing up as well?[/font]" Azeral kept his vision straight ahead and didn't let his lips crack more than the slightest of grins. He wanted to catch her reaction for sure, but not at the cost of being caught staring, he'd just assume it was a priceless visage to behold.
In the reflection of the glass wall, Azreal's acute oculars caught ever step Ashrun took in operating the elevator, from the pin in her hair to how it interfaced with the panel of the device. So far, there appeared to be only one way in and out of this place, and that was through the vertical shaft they just descended. It wasn't to say that his observations were meant to say he planned on ditching the woman after her hospitality, but it never ceased to be safe in keeping one's options open. The girl from this alien world seemed to enjoy prancing about barefoot, or rather as he noticed, preferred not to track filth as he had quite rudely in his excitement. Twas unlike him, usually his manners were far more refined than this, but such a situation was anything of the norm for Azreal. After he bathed and changed his clothes, the gentleman would certainly offer to clean up after his mess. Speaking of, she made the comment earlier of fitting her brother's old outfits for him, which in turn would have her taking his measurements. Azreal in his years had been fitted for a great many suits, there was no difference in this strange shifter doing the same, but in the back of his mind it still felt off. Perhaps he should explain that he did not truly wish to wear a loincloth, but that it had been said in jest. Either way he'd dug his own grave as she seemed intent on doing it sometime later, practically able to feel her scrutinize over his figure in silence. That didn't last for long, however, and his own daydreams were cut short as a clearly feminine scent invaded his senses.
Turning away from the sight of the vast cave network and thoughts about where those various tunnels might lead to he was surprised to see her taking up a position next to him, With Ashrun so close, and the two away from the dense jungle, he could smell her own musk, sweet as most women were, but with earth and spices mixed in. Those golden hues were almost taken aback at being gazed at by an such a stoic expression peering up at him. Ashrun was left without a soul in her family, or rather none that she'd mention. The assassin rarely took what most said at face value, and always wondered if what one said was the truth. One thing was certain though, he did not question that she lived all on her own, and has for some time, even in a structure this size. She had a tenacious look about her, one he himself wore often. Having to fend for oneself built a strength that few would understand when having to rely upon others, and fostered a certain detachment, or fear in forming connections. Azreal knew this sort of life well and tilted his head in a nod in appreciation for her being so accommodating towards him when she truly did not have any reason to do so. "<font color="d4a017]Thank you, Ashrun, and for what it's worth, your independence has given you an impressive sense of character. I doubt anyone else I could have stumbled on would be quite like you.[/font]"
Taking a knee he'd begin untying the laces of his mud covered loafers, eyes off of her for the moment in both respect and to inspect his own person. In the heat of the forest above it was easy to miss how he'd come into such disarray. Since crash-landing, he'd been trekking almost nonstop through the humid environment above without any sort of preparation or break. Now in the cool underground facility, goose-flesh would line his skin as a chill hit him from his wet attire. Hopefully, he'd not come down with some sort of illness, that would be just what he needed after all of this; sarcasm of course, he'd be livid if such a fate came to pass.
Azreal stepped out of his shoes where as he stood, as not to leave a trail of dirt further into the complex. Now he was merely walking about in but black socks with an elegant gold trim, making up the ground she'd gone until he'd be at Ashrun's side as she had done prior. Once through the next set of doors he'd again take in the new sights, against the transparent barriers provided a spectacular view as well as their own source of lighting. The man would glance back at Ashrun to catch her dash through the door before it locked shut. "<font color="d4a017]This is certainly the definition of a safehouse.[/font]" He chuckled just how secure this place was for how little force he'd seen thus far. Perhaps there was some grand military hunting down the tribes in the woods, or some fantasy similar, but he'd be hard pressed into believing such a tale until he saw it personally. Azreal would walk in tandem with his companion, as it seemed to be what both were comfortable with. "<font color="d4a017]I'll take you up on your offer to share your room with me. After all that has happened, I think I'd prefer the company.[/font]" Softer was his voice, not having a need to speak up with her so near. More so he was curious to see the rest of her home as well as the main city he'd caught a glimpse of initially, but there was no point in rushing there when his limbs were stiff with ache. Ashrun would hand him her key, which he'd pocket into one of his satchels hanging against his side along his vest. At least she wasn't planning on locking the man inside what was essentially a fortress. "<font color="d4a017]Speaking of, you've been keen in staying fairly close to me so far, are you going to join me in washing up as well?[/font]" Azeral kept his vision straight ahead and didn't let his lips crack more than the slightest of grins. He wanted to catch her reaction for sure, but not at the cost of being caught staring, he'd just assume it was a priceless visage to behold.
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