gurl, i wanna take you to a.....[closed;ema skye]
Hmph.
First he got flung into this mundane cesspool, and now he’s being forced into a relationship with a female he knows nothing about? Well, that takes the cake. They could be the most delightful person around, but as far as Tohri was concerned, the only one who can woo him was him alone. He was the only person special and perfect enough to impress the golden pheasant.
Yo. Can someone arrange for him to have a larger apartment cos his ego needs a room to itself?
However, the pompous man was willing to humour the Doctor and his new “partner” for awhile. He’ll find a way to make the situation work to his advantage. He was, of course, incredibly adaptable like all excellent artists should be. That also mean that his current abode has been properly coordinated to fit Tohri’s….unique tastes and was abundant in many fine furs and rococo trinkets that he could muster up in the city. Ah yes, gaudy was the new black (in the eyes of the man at least) and he didn’t hesitate to congratulate himself on his hard work.
Kicking off his boots, he collapsed on the couch in the living area and awaited his “spouse”. Naturally, he did nothing in terms of housework since all of that nonsense was beneath him nor did he prepare a gift or meal for said woman.
After hearing a key in the door, his eyes scrolled towards the entering person. Time to put on a friendly facade then!
“Welcome, my fated.” Nailed it, you sauve bastard.
{ &finally, she had tracked down her apartment.
it took some time, nearly half the day, but at least she found it. she could feel her feet throbbing in her heels, a thin lining of sweat coating her face as a result from trekking through the undergrounds. needless to say, the bed was becoming increasingly inviting to her.
after climbing up a few flights of stairs, furthermore adding extra fatigue to her worn-out body, she trudged towards her apartment door, rummaging through her bag for the key. as soon as i get in, i'm going to sleep and everything will be better, she thought to herself, twisting the key in the lock. with a click and twist of the handle, she opened the door, yawning loudly as -- }
{ &who the hell was that sitting on the couch? her attention turned to the unusual attire he was wearing; tackier than the fop and that was saying something. a pair of boots were strewn across the floor, belonging to him, the detective presumed. her eyes trailed back to the smug-looking offender on the sofa, her eyes widened in disbelief with furrowed brow. she could already tell that he wasn't someone to take a liking to.
but wait. if this guy was sitting in her apartment, then -- }
“Welcome, my fated.”
...
WHAT?!
{ &HE was the guy she supposed to be paired with? AND PROCREATING WITH?! a soft whine escaped from her, and she fell to her knees next to the ajar door. what a nightmare, this golden... thing was just another klavier but with the ante upped by 100! }
...... I don't even know what to say, honestly.
