‘’..A Lamia can hope, I suppose.. though it isn’t easy to find a Friend who also likes murdering. We are Friends, right?’’ In his head they are, but, he wasn’t getting his hopes up in the event that she was.. less inclined to mutualization. Hakö followed her, through the gate and into the street where he became Shepherd.. his House is actually rather close to this one- which made the ‘get away’ all the easier to execute, per se. ‘’..I do apologize for stalking you, nevertheless.. but my curiosity is a plague most of the time and.. I cannot help myself.’’ Melodrama ensued and Hakö half-balled a fist to loll near his foundational lip.. feigning melancholy over the soured demeanor.. though perhaps it could be mollified by the dinner he was going to cook for them both.. whatever that was going to be after all. He dropped the enacting of a depressive stance and returned to his normalized composure. ‘’Come, come.. we’re almost there.’’ Quite literally.. as after Hakö wedged himself before her, he traversed several blocks until they had happened upon a fortress of sorts..
A sable black situating of titanium alloy blending in save for the scanty descent of moonlight. The doors were about half the length of Hakö, give or take and following the color scheme of the rest of itself.. there are windows, yes, but all the lights are off.. or shrouded behind curtains. As with all Lamia.. Hakö isn’t the fondest of sunlight.. but Hakö merely procured a key- inserted it into the nigh invisible lock and shouldered the door until it audibly creaky and in turn gave way to the fray.. numerous lights flicking on at the entrance of someone. Immediately into sight became a Library of sorts filled with numerous tomes.. some levitating and others stationary- a couch sized for a Lamia as he.. most of the room is mahogany, save for the crimson and ebony kitchen to the left of the Library.. overhead hung a chandelier resonating a ghostly red light. Down the way, to the right were corridors likely leading to the other rooms. ‘’Well.. make yourself at home.’’
[ she’s uncertain as to how she should even
answer that; one answer would be a white
lie, while the other would be cold, not that
she’s particularly interested in his feelings. ]
[ she chooses to say nothing, shifting her
gaze; enough to get the point across, but
it spared her from having to say what he
should know by now. ]
[ to say that she may have felt dwarfed from
the look of the place alone would’ve been
kind; standing only at a modest five seven,
some of this was quite a bit larger than she
was reasonably accustomed to, though that
may have been thanks to his less-than-average
size. nevertheless, it’s not like she minds- a big
couch just gives you more couch to lay on. ]
[ she follows not far behind him, brushing unkempt
hair out of her face as she gazes around the
place; she’s not surprised to see how clean it
all was. ]
[ she wants to place her weapons somewhere she
won’t lose them - a formality, she supposed, but it’s
primarily a habit. she never slept with her weapons
on her, as it would simply be unwise, yet having them
near her was something she preferred. ]
“cozy... if a bit, uh.. big. compared to me, anyways.”
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