I know where you sleep

[Vaelin]

Vaelin 'Darklight' -

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His mind had gone over a few scenarios in his head, ones where he might scare her or other ridiculous things, mostly ridiculous things. It was a half-hearted attempt to occupy his mind. His plan had worked at least mostly and his attention span for waiting when there wasn’t a completely iron-willed reason behind the visit quickly diminished a hairs breathe after his mind was done reciting over the various outcomes within his head, he decided to be less dramatic for once. It was in this moment that he got up from the bed, (mostly on compulsion) and he gathered a more detailed look over what looked to him as a derelict room.

His first attention turned to the unfinished plasterboards as well as the run down state of what was intact, it was a rather underwhelming sigh and a slight twitch over took his hand, which was stilled by the clench of his hand. Clean, put things in order, make things better. a small but very insistent voice nagged at the back of his mind which was more like a nagging back seat passenger asking if they were there yet despite having not even started the journey yet.

His hand traced over the fork of the great plaster river which was now dubbed Plasterion River in honor of the metaphor used to describe it. It was when he finished running a finger along one of the crevasse that his attention turned to the half-hearted attempt to make the floor into something a little more appealing, which might have worked if not for the person’s lack of conviction in the completion of the simple task. Once again the nagging voice came through though this drowned out and replaced the previous voice Complete the task. a small clench of his jaw was able to quall this voice into a laxer state of unbearable compulsion and unthankfully his mind turned to the other features of the room which only added to the irking of the current situation. He opened his mouth to mutter about the state of the bed when his attention came to the cloths sprawled out through the place which only added to the discarded judgment of the room.

This insistence in cleanliness wasn’t simply just from the fabrication of being a neat freak, on the contrary he was quite messy himself, but this had spawned more to the reason that he had little else to do, he was not in the mood for music which by inheritance left him with little else to do then wait in boredom. It was in this boredom that he was looking for things to do, despite it not being his room and how he started was in the folding of the cloths that had been discarded about the place like a farmer sprinkling out seeds over dirt.

They were placed on the half of the section of the bed that was made which he also rectified into a state of being fully made, which he also straightened out which the small voice gave him some relief in its level of insistence although that lasted only a moment before his eyes turned down to the maintenance binders, something he was unfamiliar with and he sought to scoop up the one misplaced file, he opened it sprawling it in his left hand like some great magical tome his hand flicking through the paces as if looking for instructions on how to conjure up a spell, though it was more closer him trying to conjure up something of familiarity which might lead to him comprehending what the files actually were about specifically.

This lasted all of two seconds as he placed the book back on top of the pile as it was intended to be stacked, his attention having been captured by the sphere, watching the twisted reflections thrown off by the object with some interest pitching his stature slight to accommodate his curiosity and amusement. It was in this moment when he heard steps settle close to the door. He turned and progressed towards the door, he refrained from moving a hand to the gun holsters on his thighs and instead smoothed his hands on the outside of such objects on the outside of the coat.

“One would think you are stupid to think I would learn the definition of manners let alone understanding and putting such etiquettes into use – which speaking on the subject of cloths that smell like a donation bin, I wouldn’t exactly suggest looking for such a condition of clothing in a place that looks inheriantly worse than a donation bin.” With his ejection from the room like a piece of garbage he would simply just move to the adjacent wall and leaned on it expecting sparks to come through and at least be polite enough to tell him when she’s done changing, for the moment however his mood towards music improved and the Improvements to her room slipped from his mind and instead the sound waves from the headphones assaulted his eardrums at a deafening volume.

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