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Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on Sept 29, 2012 5:19:06 GMT -5
She had tried the door, but found the actual complex locked. So now she's trying a different tactic, the window. After having shaken the lock loose by shaking the window, Darla slips up the window. Stepping into the apartment, she yawns, "... Wonder if Noctis is still up..." And then she walks over to his couch as collapses... I mean, it is after midnight after all.
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Post by Noctis Lucis Caelum on Sept 29, 2012 5:35:04 GMT -5
Noctis, for obvious reasons, was quite a light sleeper even after over a year of freedom. As such the sound of a body collapsing was enough to startle him out of his sleep and jolt up into a sitting position as his eyes darted around the room. Most people would simply go right back to sleep but Noctis was hardly one to settle down so easily. As Noctis got out of his bed the anxiety slowly ramped up in his body, it triggered residual chemicals left in his body and turned the irises of his eyes red. Nothing seemed to be moving around outside of his bedroom as far as he could tell but nonetheless he retrieved his sword from the corner of his room and ventured out.
With his hand gripping the pommel firmly he couldn't see anyone walking around or even anyone present in the apartment. That is until he rounded the side of the couch and came upon the sight of Darla sprawled out on his couch. He blinked owlishly in surprise though the red did not yet fade from his eyes but the point of his sword drooped until he let down his guard. "Darla?" He hoped the sound would be enough to get her attention but if she were asleep then he was grateful that his ability didn't work through clothes.
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Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on Sept 29, 2012 5:41:03 GMT -5
Her head snaps in the direction of the noise, years of training burning in her veins. His eye color startles her further, "Er, Noctis?" She moves she she's on her knees and is staring at him, forcefully and calculative. She observes him a moment before realizing he's relaxing and her own shoulders droop. "...You said I could crash here..."
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Post by Noctis Lucis Caelum on Sept 29, 2012 6:04:54 GMT -5
Noctis took a step back as she moved to her knees before she seemed to relax after a moment. He moved to lean his sword against the nearby wall since it was clear that there was no actual threat in the apartment. "Yeah, I did. I guess I just didn't expect you to show up in the middle of the night. Not without knocking anyway." He replied with a look of apology, the red in his eyes already beginning to fade and return to their normal dark blue hue.
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Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on Sept 29, 2012 6:10:40 GMT -5
She shrugs, "Well..." And gives a sheepish smile. "The complex was locked, ah-heh-heh... Sorry..."
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Post by Noctis Lucis Caelum on Sept 29, 2012 6:20:03 GMT -5
As she mentioned her reason for not knocking on the door he glanced towards the small speaker that was mounted on a nearby wall. "It's alright. There's a button you can press downstairs that should buzz me so I can let you in." He told her as he went over to the window she had opened, closing it before he firmly locked it. The moving air reminded him that his state of dress was that of only being in his pajama pants. He cleared his throat in slight awkwardness at this revelation. "Pardon me for a moment." He said to Darla before he retreated into his room to pull on a t-shirt. He was hardly skilled at socializing so he was more susceptible to such feelings of being awkward.
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Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on Sept 29, 2012 6:37:07 GMT -5
When Noctis returns Darla is curled up on the couch, out like a light, relaxed enough in just knowing that anything weird isn't up and she can get a goodnight's sleep.
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Post by Noctis Lucis Caelum on Sept 29, 2012 6:47:40 GMT -5
When Noctis had returned it didn't take much to realize that Darla was out like a light. He couldn't help but sigh in slight exhasperation as he went to fetch a couple of things from the linen closet. In short order a pillow had been shoved under Darla's head and a spare blanket draped over her. Afterwards Noctis merely retrieved his sword from where it was leaning and returned to his room to sleep.
~Morning~
Noctis woke the moment sunlight managed to make its way into his room, the change in lighting being enough to tell his body that it was time to wake up. As he dragged himself from bed one thing was very clear about Noctis.
He was not a morning person.
Before he'd arrived in Urbadelphia he'd been used to getting very little sleep. However now that he had a relatively safe roof over his head he was getting used to sleeping longer even if he did bolt awake at the slightest disturbance. He shook his head to try and clear the remnants of sleep from his mind before he walked out into the main room, running his hand through his sleep mussed black hair. He blearily glanced around for Darla, wondering if she was asleep, moving around the apartment or if she'd left already.
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Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on Sept 29, 2012 6:55:25 GMT -5
A noise is heard in the kitchen and then a quiet song is being sung. Quiet steps being taken as the sound of eggs being cracked on a bowl. The sound of veggies being chopped echos and the song picks up, grows higher:
"Come and sing with me Down by the cedar tree Our voices like birds Stringing beautiful words
The winds shall take thee With tongues we're set free Come and sing with me Down by the cedar tree..."
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Post by Noctis Lucis Caelum on Sept 29, 2012 7:05:30 GMT -5
It didn't take long for sound of singing and chopping to reach him and he made his way towards the kitchen with curiosity rearing its head. It's not like he didn't know who was in his apartment but Darla had never struck him as the type to sing while cooking before. "You're pretty good at that." He said as he came towards the kitchen, bracing his arms on the island counters that separated the kitchen area from the rest of the apartment. Noctis had to admit that he hadn't even expected Darla to cook, not while she was a guest at least since most people expected the host to provide such things. Rather, that was what his mother had practically hammered into his head when he'd been young.
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Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on Sept 29, 2012 7:14:38 GMT -5
She smiles at him, "Thanks." And then begins to beat eggs as she turns on the stove top, butter sizzling in the frying pan. "Do you like omelets?" She sways her body in the the general direction of everything.
"Namine kicked me out before I could get meat of any kind, hope this is good enough for you."
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Post by Noctis Lucis Caelum on Sept 29, 2012 7:23:37 GMT -5
He nodded in answer to her question. "Yeah, it's actually been awhile since I've had a home-made meal." Noctis replied to her. It was true that he was quite capable of cooking for himself but between his job and the job he'd done for Izaya that he'd only returned from a few days ago, he'd hardly had any time to actually cook something like this. However he was surprised to hear that she'd taken the food from Namine and then proceeded to ask if this was fine as if stealing from her relative was an everyday occurrence.
"It's great. I'm guessing you picked their lock?" He asked, nothing more than curiosity in his tone. If she had just broken in the door then he doubted that she would've been standing there now. Not only would the police have been called but Noctis would have woken since Neku and Namine lived only a floor below him. Some might have balked at how Noctis acted completely casual about stealing. While it was true that he was surprised Noctis had not run from Hojo for so long without his own fair share of misdeeds.
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Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on Sept 29, 2012 7:54:14 GMT -5
"Well... I'm glad I can cook for you then," She swirls the butter around and drops some egg into the pan with onions and peppers. "Er... Yeah... I did." She notes that he doesn't seem to mind the fact... She's amused by that.
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Post by Noctis Lucis Caelum on Sept 29, 2012 8:03:59 GMT -5
Noctis smiled lightly at her words as he watched her cook. "Next time you're over I should return the favour. I'm not exactly a gourmet chef but I'm pretty decent." He told her before she answered his question, her answer seemed to be hesitant about it. He straightened from leaning against the island counter and glanced towards the washroom. "Do you want to be the first to take a shower?" He asked, unsure if she had already done so or not and had decided to give her the option if she wanted it.
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Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on Sept 29, 2012 8:07:21 GMT -5
She shrugs as the omelet cooks, "I don't really have an extra set of clothes... Was out demon hunting last night, damn baster is allusive!"
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