"Yeah, no kidding. It's incredible."
Andres was as surprised as she was by the costly state of his new home. Not just the furniture, pristine and modern in its appearance, but the location of the apartment as well. He was situated near enough uptown that as the sun set, his apartment lit up, illuminated by the of suburb of Brighton coming alive outside his windows. Katja stood out in in comparison, gathering her hair into an informal bun to match the laziness of her clothes. Still, she was undeniably attractive and something about the way she carried herself made her comfortable company. It was enough to distract Andres from the animosity he'd been trying to stir. In his mind he even went so far as to agree with her, now would be a good time for the two to talk, and though he wanted to be rid of her he had no legitimate reason to dismiss her now. He watched her sit herself on the arm of his couch, eyes following her movements to the bag she placed at her feet. "Are you staying here tonight?" He broke the silence he'd created between the two the of them, attempting now a more genuine approach. "I just don't know how this works. You're right, I have a lot of questions, and I'm sure you do too. Just let me put my stuff down and we can get started."
The bedroom was as he expected after seeing the entryway. Immaculate in it's appearance but simply decorated. On the bed was a phone with a handful of contacts listed. He'd no doubt be hearing from them soon and would be given some assignment to complete for Morandori honor. 'Honor...' The word stung at his mind like some sort of a joke. A time would come when he'd be asked to fight, and likely kill some heretic or naysayer, until eventually he himself was killed. That much didn't bother Andres at least. As far as lives to lead, his didn't seem like a bad trade for all the luxuries he'd been afforded. It was the duty, the lie of it all, that bothered him. It wasn't his honor he would be dying for. No, it was for some God he'd met in passing he was told to revere. Some ancient deity with an agenda Andres wouldn't be privy to. It seemed ridiculous, but how could it be? Andres was created by his hand to do just that; he couldn't deny that he owed Marquee his life and that much at least, Andres would be willing to give when the time came.
The reminder of his fate weighed in his stomach, and not wanting to think about it further, he left the phone where he'd found it and moved to the closet. Suit and ties; neatly arranged and lined on their hangers. Expensive, tailored suits, some with pinstripes, others with bold colors. The ties to match, elegantly crafted with their backs embroidered, having fancy-sounding names stitched in gold thread. They were clothes. Nothing, they were nothing, but it was one of the most impressive sights he'd remember seeing until now. He couldn't resist exchanging ties, if for no other reason than to do it. So he traded what he wore for a skinny, plain black tie. He knew he was keeping Katja waiting and he felt the genuine pain of guilt about it, but this stupid tie was a triumph. The first small step he'd take in controlling his life
"Sorry for keeping you waiting, let's get started."
"I know you aren't meant to be my chaperone. You probably have as little say in this as I do and I'm sure you have other things you'd rather be doing. So, how does this work? Do you follow me around with a pen and paper, or check in with a text? I just need to know what I can expect." He sat on the couch next to her as they spoke. Katja was still perched on the armrest, but he didn't mind. He sat close to her, maybe even a little too close. His tall frame challenging her even from her heightened seat. "If this is what our relationship has to be, I don't want it to be a miserable experience for either of us." A lower tone now, just louder than a whisper as he spoke face to face with her.
"It might even be fun."
Andres was as surprised as she was by the costly state of his new home. Not just the furniture, pristine and modern in its appearance, but the location of the apartment as well. He was situated near enough uptown that as the sun set, his apartment lit up, illuminated by the of suburb of Brighton coming alive outside his windows. Katja stood out in in comparison, gathering her hair into an informal bun to match the laziness of her clothes. Still, she was undeniably attractive and something about the way she carried herself made her comfortable company. It was enough to distract Andres from the animosity he'd been trying to stir. In his mind he even went so far as to agree with her, now would be a good time for the two to talk, and though he wanted to be rid of her he had no legitimate reason to dismiss her now. He watched her sit herself on the arm of his couch, eyes following her movements to the bag she placed at her feet. "Are you staying here tonight?" He broke the silence he'd created between the two the of them, attempting now a more genuine approach. "I just don't know how this works. You're right, I have a lot of questions, and I'm sure you do too. Just let me put my stuff down and we can get started."
The bedroom was as he expected after seeing the entryway. Immaculate in it's appearance but simply decorated. On the bed was a phone with a handful of contacts listed. He'd no doubt be hearing from them soon and would be given some assignment to complete for Morandori honor. 'Honor...' The word stung at his mind like some sort of a joke. A time would come when he'd be asked to fight, and likely kill some heretic or naysayer, until eventually he himself was killed. That much didn't bother Andres at least. As far as lives to lead, his didn't seem like a bad trade for all the luxuries he'd been afforded. It was the duty, the lie of it all, that bothered him. It wasn't his honor he would be dying for. No, it was for some God he'd met in passing he was told to revere. Some ancient deity with an agenda Andres wouldn't be privy to. It seemed ridiculous, but how could it be? Andres was created by his hand to do just that; he couldn't deny that he owed Marquee his life and that much at least, Andres would be willing to give when the time came.
The reminder of his fate weighed in his stomach, and not wanting to think about it further, he left the phone where he'd found it and moved to the closet. Suit and ties; neatly arranged and lined on their hangers. Expensive, tailored suits, some with pinstripes, others with bold colors. The ties to match, elegantly crafted with their backs embroidered, having fancy-sounding names stitched in gold thread. They were clothes. Nothing, they were nothing, but it was one of the most impressive sights he'd remember seeing until now. He couldn't resist exchanging ties, if for no other reason than to do it. So he traded what he wore for a skinny, plain black tie. He knew he was keeping Katja waiting and he felt the genuine pain of guilt about it, but this stupid tie was a triumph. The first small step he'd take in controlling his life
"Sorry for keeping you waiting, let's get started."
"I know you aren't meant to be my chaperone. You probably have as little say in this as I do and I'm sure you have other things you'd rather be doing. So, how does this work? Do you follow me around with a pen and paper, or check in with a text? I just need to know what I can expect." He sat on the couch next to her as they spoke. Katja was still perched on the armrest, but he didn't mind. He sat close to her, maybe even a little too close. His tall frame challenging her even from her heightened seat. "If this is what our relationship has to be, I don't want it to be a miserable experience for either of us." A lower tone now, just louder than a whisper as he spoke face to face with her.
"It might even be fun."
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