Wednesday
"Fun?" She asked as though it were a bad word, but quickly continued her thoughts by touching down on otherwise spoken inquiries. "I can follow you if you need following," There was a coolness to her tone, almost as if she were writing off the remaining tendrils of uncertainty snaking through her veins. "I'm here to be what you need me to be, and I'll decide in time just how best to do my job." Andres had questions, sure. So did she when she was first created, but the Arden were clingier than most when it came to their progeny, and Katja's eventual admission to the Fleshlands was long after having been educated and trained. She hadn't been blind to the basics of her position even though Andres was her first charge. It was a given that their first meeting would be awkward, but his closeness exemplified the same bravado the Morandori had always been known for, and for that, Katja wasn't perturbed. If anything, she was accepting to a fault.
Staring at the features of the larger figure, the Arden shrugged lethargically before admitting, "You're right, I guess. When it comes to this sort of arrangement, there isn't much say from either individuals involved. I was given a very brief rundown on who you would be because no one knows just who you are yet, and I have a feeling you weren't even given that much." She had watched how he moved, how he held himself, and upon entry to the penthouse, how his mannerisms wore his surprise like an ugly coat. It wasn't a practiced, methodical way of existing, and in some ways, Katja found his newness to be endearing. At least, there was charm in naivete moreso than there was appeal in arrogance. If Andres continued to balance both, he might not be the worst company she had kept in recent times.
"I'm staying tonight because I'd like to make sure you get through your first night in Valesport without incident." Brushing back stray bangs falling around her cheeks, her dark lashes batted lazily while she pondered her next message. "I won't let you make me miserable, Andres." She met his gaze with the crystalline clearness of her circling hues, their triad of blues ticking like hands on a clock around her narrowing pupil. To someone less familiar with the Fae, her eyes would be impressive in their display, but to others of the Dreaming, they were average. The Arden, regardless their best qualities, were average among the other clans. This alone allowed her comfort in her sweats, rolling up the sleeves of her unzipped hoodie while offering no sense of apology for her disheveled state. Katja had no one to impress outside her elders, and they hardly had time to hawkishly watch her affairs with the newest of the Morandori. "You can expect me to hover sometimes, but I'd rather not have to. If you keep yourself in line, I won't need to be breathing down your neck."
To further her point, she leaned closer and canted her features so her lips tickled lightly at the junction of Andres' jawline and neck. Releasing a warm breath along the skin, she traced his throat with her breathing just long enough to add, "We both have better things to do than instigate problems. This can be an easy life..."
But with the message relayed, Katja rose gracefully from her seat and pulled her phone from her pocket. Jiggling it in the Morandori's general direction, she said, "I'm going to order a pizza. Think of something low stress we can do... which is anything that doesn't involve me chasing you around. Simple stuff."
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