11-11-2014, 10:58 AM
He frowned at Aurora's words. He threw a fireball? He didn't like that, not being in a right state of mind and showing off. No telling who might might have seen it.
Pyotr sounded like he had been worried. It was odd, that was for sure.
She was setting the table and bent over, showing off an ample amount of cleavage. Normally he woulda checked her out and when she caught him, he'd wink at her and give her a goofy grin. If girls want to show off, he wasn't gonna hide that he was their audience. But instead, he looked away, feeling awkward about leering. It was like checking out his mom. From an objective standpoint, you could know a woman was attractive. But you just didn't do that.
He saw Pyotr staring like a retarded monkey and for some reason it bothered him. Without thought, he prayed and seized the power, wove a thread of air, and flicked Pyotr in the ear. The man clapped his hand to his head and looked at him.
Bas gave him a glare. "Get a good look?"
he whispered. The look on the man's face was surprised. He shouldn't be. She had been a gracious hostess. Not right to repay by letting his eyes fall down the front of her her shirt. Just wasn't right. Ahh but he felt a little bad. Poor kid, he was still learning. He'd have to make it up to him later. Take him to a proper strip club or something so he could look all he wanted.
Aurora brought the food and sat down. She put her hand on his and he felt a chill. It didn't feel like she was hitting on him, not really. Oh she smiled and stuff, but it was more motherly really. Told him maybe he just needed sleep or something.
He grinned and set to it with a gusto. It was good. Not the typical Russian food, but good. He was hungry, famished even. He thought about her words- more about her reaction to the fireball.
A casual smile on his face, he asked non-nonchalantly. "So...ahhh...you go grow up in the circus to be so familiar with people throwing fire?"
Pyotr sounded like he had been worried. It was odd, that was for sure.
She was setting the table and bent over, showing off an ample amount of cleavage. Normally he woulda checked her out and when she caught him, he'd wink at her and give her a goofy grin. If girls want to show off, he wasn't gonna hide that he was their audience. But instead, he looked away, feeling awkward about leering. It was like checking out his mom. From an objective standpoint, you could know a woman was attractive. But you just didn't do that.
He saw Pyotr staring like a retarded monkey and for some reason it bothered him. Without thought, he prayed and seized the power, wove a thread of air, and flicked Pyotr in the ear. The man clapped his hand to his head and looked at him.
Bas gave him a glare. "Get a good look?"
he whispered. The look on the man's face was surprised. He shouldn't be. She had been a gracious hostess. Not right to repay by letting his eyes fall down the front of her her shirt. Just wasn't right. Ahh but he felt a little bad. Poor kid, he was still learning. He'd have to make it up to him later. Take him to a proper strip club or something so he could look all he wanted.
Aurora brought the food and sat down. She put her hand on his and he felt a chill. It didn't feel like she was hitting on him, not really. Oh she smiled and stuff, but it was more motherly really. Told him maybe he just needed sleep or something.
He grinned and set to it with a gusto. It was good. Not the typical Russian food, but good. He was hungry, famished even. He thought about her words- more about her reaction to the fireball.
A casual smile on his face, he asked non-nonchalantly. "So...ahhh...you go grow up in the circus to be so familiar with people throwing fire?"