09-30-2015, 08:19 PM
Half way down the hall and a finger poked his back. Jaxen looked over his shoulder and found Stanislav pointing at a door. "Hurry it up," he said. Jax glanced at his brother, but although he was standing nearby, Matvei was occupied with a Wallet screen glowing around his face. Jaxen shrugged and slipped into the room.
He was much more comfortable in his own clothes when he emerged a few minutes later. He'd only changed shirts twice, finding that the first one fit oddly around his arms and he changed his mind about buttons on the second one. He ended up in an asymmetric black suede jacket zipped closed across his chest and slick-fitted jacquard pants in jewel blue and ankle boots. They weren't the best options in the world, but it was better than a towel and fit a hell of a lot better.
He returned and walked right by Stanislav and Mat without looking at either.
"Hurry it up will you?"
He said as he left them in the dust and spilled gracefully downstairs. Apparently dad was waiting in the office, or else he was working in an office that happened to be in the same physical location at the moment.
He still lacked a plausible story to explain himself. Jax could spin a story when necessary, but conjuring a sane explanation for appearing in the middle of no where was going to be difficult. His first instinct was to go with the kidnapped and escaped story. Maybe his assailants left him abandoned in the middle of the woods to find his own way home. Some sort of extreme competition? Themed by three months surviving in captivity? That sounded like the kind of thing he'd do. Probably should check into that. Later, though.
Stanislav and Matvei followed him into the office.
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Irina's fingers tapped slowly, thoughtfully as she witnessed the mini argument spat between her guests. Sierra was more timid than she originally judged, carefully choosing her words politely. She was a quiet observer, but both had a point. There was little to no logical reason for Jaxen to have been where he was. Then again, she was rarely surprised by her son's antics.
She let the argument go without comment. "What about you both? What were you doing? If I may ask, of course."
The tone of her voice was conversational rather than investigative.
He was much more comfortable in his own clothes when he emerged a few minutes later. He'd only changed shirts twice, finding that the first one fit oddly around his arms and he changed his mind about buttons on the second one. He ended up in an asymmetric black suede jacket zipped closed across his chest and slick-fitted jacquard pants in jewel blue and ankle boots. They weren't the best options in the world, but it was better than a towel and fit a hell of a lot better.
He returned and walked right by Stanislav and Mat without looking at either.
"Hurry it up will you?"
He said as he left them in the dust and spilled gracefully downstairs. Apparently dad was waiting in the office, or else he was working in an office that happened to be in the same physical location at the moment.
He still lacked a plausible story to explain himself. Jax could spin a story when necessary, but conjuring a sane explanation for appearing in the middle of no where was going to be difficult. His first instinct was to go with the kidnapped and escaped story. Maybe his assailants left him abandoned in the middle of the woods to find his own way home. Some sort of extreme competition? Themed by three months surviving in captivity? That sounded like the kind of thing he'd do. Probably should check into that. Later, though.
Stanislav and Matvei followed him into the office.
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Irina's fingers tapped slowly, thoughtfully as she witnessed the mini argument spat between her guests. Sierra was more timid than she originally judged, carefully choosing her words politely. She was a quiet observer, but both had a point. There was little to no logical reason for Jaxen to have been where he was. Then again, she was rarely surprised by her son's antics.
She let the argument go without comment. "What about you both? What were you doing? If I may ask, of course."
The tone of her voice was conversational rather than investigative.