04-07-2026, 12:16 PM
Cade wasn't good at naming things. It was a talent he didn't have. "What's wrong with Anna Rodriquez' School of Dance?" He grinned playfully.
He sat up and grabbed his boxers from the floor and slid them on. "I might. Though it's a tad chilly out here." He wondered if the heat was going out too. This was going to be a rough stay. "If we are getting outta bed we might want to put some more clothes on." He tossed open his closet -- Anna had already been in there. "Feel free to pick out something warmer from the closet or the drawers. Cade opted for some sweat pants, socks and a hoodie he found in the closet. It was thin but there were others in there if he needed more warmth.
Cade wasn't exactly sure what he had that didn't require cooking. [color=#dad]"I wish I had Nox's improvisation skills. I'm told he once lived in a room above the club and used his power to cook steak in a pan like it was nothing. He lives out of two duffle bags. I just can't fathom that kinda life. Or how my biological mother lived that way after us." Why would she even want to do that? It didn't seem right or fair. Cade wasn't bitter -- or so he thought. He'd gotten over the loss of his mother a long time ago. But seeing Nox sometimes it made those feelings ressurge. And times like this when he was jealous -- not that he got to spend time with her, but that Nox's life was so drastically different than his own. Not that Cade would change it.
[[ooc: feel free to find whatever Anna wants in the kitchen ]]
He sat up and grabbed his boxers from the floor and slid them on. "I might. Though it's a tad chilly out here." He wondered if the heat was going out too. This was going to be a rough stay. "If we are getting outta bed we might want to put some more clothes on." He tossed open his closet -- Anna had already been in there. "Feel free to pick out something warmer from the closet or the drawers. Cade opted for some sweat pants, socks and a hoodie he found in the closet. It was thin but there were others in there if he needed more warmth.
Cade wasn't exactly sure what he had that didn't require cooking. [color=#dad]"I wish I had Nox's improvisation skills. I'm told he once lived in a room above the club and used his power to cook steak in a pan like it was nothing. He lives out of two duffle bags. I just can't fathom that kinda life. Or how my biological mother lived that way after us." Why would she even want to do that? It didn't seem right or fair. Cade wasn't bitter -- or so he thought. He'd gotten over the loss of his mother a long time ago. But seeing Nox sometimes it made those feelings ressurge. And times like this when he was jealous -- not that he got to spend time with her, but that Nox's life was so drastically different than his own. Not that Cade would change it.
[[ooc: feel free to find whatever Anna wants in the kitchen ]]