(Wow, you guys are an fire! I may or may not rejoin this rp-I'll be leaving in three weeks for 5 weeks and the next three weeks are full of testing. I could make a charrie who could die, though. lol.)
(Hey guys. Sorry I haven't been on in so long. I'm taking a break from BYC to focus on school. i probably won't be on until at least halfway through May. feel free to take over my charries.)
Hector let out a sigh of relief that she hadn't been angry at him. "No problem." he said, his mouth curving into a lopsided smile. He started as the pot started bubbling. "Uh, what do we do now?" he asked, his normally stoic face betraying his helplessness in the face of cooking.
Hector mustered up his courage. "I-I think it might be better if-if you waited until tomorrow, just because we don't know what effect, uh, yesterday, had on you, so, um... yeah."
Hector's face wrinkled, for an instant. He didn't think it was a good idea-it was too soon to last nights scare. He was surprised by this flare of protectiveness, and he didn't want to tell her she shouldn't. He was just a random dude. It would be presumptive to tell her not to-right?
Hector began rummaging through the cabinets, looking for a pot. he stood up to look through one of the overhead cabinets. He opened it, and jumped back in surprise as a jumble of pots came tumbling out. Unfortunately, he didn't jump out in time, and one caught him on the head. "Ow." he muttered...
(wait. I already said Hector seared it, didn't I?)
Hector walked with her down to the kitchen. "I seared the meat, but I'm not sure what to do next." he said. (Gah, my spacebar is sticking!)
Hector smiled weakly. He stood back as Luna rushed over to Persepolis, and went and cleaned the meat and hung it in the cellar to keep it cool.
Hector nodded, solemnly.
Hector stretched, his eyes fluttering open. He glanced at Stephens retreating figure, and rolled out of bed. After washing...
Hector almost smiled, but his lips stayed pressed together with worry. "Guess I'll have to make that stew myself now, huh?" he joked, trying to evoke a smile. "If you see smoke billowing, tell Luna to get both of your butts out of here, otherwise I really will have murdered someone with my...
(@Cyprus whenever you'd like to reply. Just fyi, I won't be on tomorrow.)
Hector returned to his normal mumbling as he saw Luna. "I uh, I seared the meat and uh, I wanted to know if you wanted to help me make it into stew." He gulped, returning to the awkward phase he couldn't seem to grow out...
Raquel sat in stony silence in front of her fire. She had resolved what she was going to do. She stood up, unsheathing her axe, and stalked off into the forest, determined to make them pay.