#shitiranoutoftea

[scorchedcreed]

"I-I guess this has nothing to do with your nature, isn’t it? What’s going on? Is everything alright?"

"No, it doesn't," he answers before vomiting up more blood. He'd gotten into a fight earlier with a rather territorial eagle and it seemed he was hurt a lot worse than he thought.

"Internal bleeding, most likely."

[scorchedcreed]

One thing he never understood from humans was the need to assign things to a gender. Clothing, for example. Then again that probably explains why he's currently on the couch, in black stockings and what could be called a 'nighty', casually knitting away.

[abdicated-father]

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"Er- I… I-" Damn, he couldn’t focus. He was too much absorbed into looking at the older’s strange sign on his tight. Was that a tattoo? He didn’t even know it and… oh my god, he should stop staring and asking the damn question. "Maybe I’ll just ak you after you’ve finished. I don’t want to bother you any further.", continued with shaking voice. Shaun suddenly felt hot and the urge of tossing away his sweater was too much but he prefered not to. He couldn’t well understand if it was because of the stream coming from the shower or his embarassment. Like he cared, anyway.

Desmond may have been dense as hell, and furthermore, may have gotten a fair deal of it from his father, but the man wasn't that bad.

Okay, he could be. Gavin had attempted to get the man's attention for months before Bill got it through his thick head that the other wanted him. Desmond's mother though, had taken a much more direct approach and nipped the long chase in the bud when she had her go.

However, though William caught onto Shaun's embarrassment, he assumed instead that it wasn't due to any physical attraction, but that Shaun's sensibilities were simply more delicate than what William was used to dealing with in teammates.

He paused, looking back toward the other, "--if it helps, you can turn around. I really don't care if you're in here or not. Like I said, if you have something to say, go ahead and say it."

[abdicated-father]

[My Muse Forgot To Lock The Door And Yours Walks In On Mine In The Shower. How Does Yours React?] "Oh, hello William! Er- I'm sorry! I should have knocked before entering! Jesus, this is bloody awkward... I'll just go away."

WIlliam was hardly a stranger to people walking in on him. When in the field with your team and faced with limited accommodations, you didn't complain when someone climbed on in with you, mostly because you knew at some point you'd be doing the same later. It had been absolutely harmless--and no one wanted to be, literally, sniffed out by a Templar on a mission, so there were little complaints. 

So with Shaun here, especially with his mildly panicked stammering, William didn't exactly feel threatened.

Soaked from head to toe, with hardly a shower curtain there to shield, Anyone with care enough to look would see black marks curling around from the side of his left tight. --a tattoo, most likely, though at the angle he stood, the whole of it was obscured.

"--if you needed to ask something, go ahead." he stated, obviously not bothered by the situation. To drive the point home, he turned and continued washing up.

[abdicated-father]

A Little Tied Up: Muse is tied to a chair or in another compromising position and left for anyone to find. What they do when they find them is up to you… (You choose how much time :P)

He hadn't failed because of his age. Stubborn as ever, William refused to concede to that notion. He'd simply been outnumbered. Even with as much training as he'd received, being rushed from multiple points could tip the odds int he favor of your assailants, no matter how much experience you had.

However, unlike any other time he'd been attacked, be it at the hands of Templars, or even by misunderstanding civilians, for once, something was strangely different. He'd been fought to the ground--made evident by bruise slowly darkening against his cheek, with another curling around his ribs, just barely visible though his open shirt.

He'd been thrown down, kicked, and generally made a mess of, only for his assailants to haul him up and throw him into a chair. With too many to effectively counter against, they'd tied him up, hands behind his back with the ropes looped around the bottom rung of the chair to keep him from moving his arms. His ankles had been tied to either of the chair's front legs. The queerest thing of it all, was as they'd tied him up, they'd made off with most of his layers--his jacket, his sweater, even the dark and grubby t-shirt his wife couldn't talk him into getting rid of. Spare for his footwear, he'd been left there in only his jeans and dress shirt, and even that had come undone in the scuffle. From where he sat, he could have sworn some of the buttons were even missing.

And they just left. LEFT. He couldn't make heads or tails of the matter. What the fuck was going on?

When he heard approaching footsteps however, his head shot up-- "Who are you? What the hell do you want?" he barked, his body still thrumming with adrenaline. 

[scorchedcreed]

"Jesus--! You forget how to knock?" she quips sharply while immediately snatching her hoodie off from the chair she had tossed it on, yanking it in front of her immediately.

[subjectkaczmarek]

Where am I? Is this... the Animus Island?

*Warning: Unknown User detected.*

*Compiling infrastructure...*

*appears behind Shaun, his eyes scanning over his body; recognizes him from his database memories and relaxes a bit*

*User identified: SHAUNH.*

Well, whattaya know? Got lost while working on your computers?