Assuming he was queasy as well, Pak wrinkled her nose and tried to think…
“There might be some ginger ale around here some where. I don’t know if it works for us but…”
She shrugged. There hadn’t been ginger ale when she was a human but ginger had even then been used for stomach aliments and she’d heard various members of her department offer or ask for it when not at the top of their game. Pak rather liked the taste, that and it mixed well with a few things so she usually had some about.
Sticking her tongue out at Kem she rambled about getting a class and ice etc.
“I missed didn’t I?”
With no ceremony, she plunked the water down in front of him.
“Hey!”
She protested and jumped at and slammed the offending drawers. There was no question about why or who was opening them. Thank god, she didn’t have a pot rack, who knows what type of fun he’d have with that.
In retaliation, Pak hurled a paperback book that she’d left on the coffee table behind him at the back of Kem’s head. She had no intention of hitting him, not hard, just dropping it lightly on his head. He might be able to win the war but she could usually get a battle or two in her favor.
“I haven’t had time to practice for the telekinetic games this year. Why would you like to sponsor me for the next round? I could quit my day job and follow my dreams of winning gold in the skillet toss!”
Pak sappily bat her eyelashes at him, doing a damned fine impression of a sweet young Olympic hopeful.
What goes up... (pm for invite)
"MARI... can you kill the music please?"
If he had to listen to terrible elevator music for thirty more seconds, he would vomit. It did not matter that he hadn't eaten in several days... his stomach would heave itself out his nostrils if it had to.
As the AI complied, Kem thanked her (whether MARI was sentient or not, he had always assigned her a gender in his head) and returned to his previously scheduled activity.
Reaching out, his finger hovered over one button. He took a few deep breaths and... pushed the one below it. Start small, work your way up to big. Eventually, the elevator would reach the 40th floor and Kem would attempt to walk across the bridge a few times without passing out.
For now, he had eliminated the '0' and was working on getting comfortable with just the '4.' He'd taken Aishe's advice to heart; this was one weakness he couldn't let get in the way all the time. He'd managed to leap off buildings to avoid zombies. He could deal with heights in life-or-death situations, but he couldn't afford to freeze up and he needed to learn to tolerate them, if not be comfortable with them.
He'd done the stairs already tonight, spending far more time than he ever had leaning out over the stairwell, taking his hands off the railings, looking down while he went steadily upward. In that way he'd managed to get a good twenty floors up, but walking down the hallway and staring out the window had had him sitting on the floor with his back pressed against the nearest windowless wall as if the building were about to collapse.
Small steps.
The elevator rose and he gritted his teeth against the annoying flip-flopping sensation. He would get used to it.
..... Thirty floors later he was about ready to let the elevator fall on him. He looked like a crack addict, he mused, catching his reflection in the shining wall panel. Dark spots under his eyes, sweating, shaking, pale. Yup. Crack addict. He felt like the elevator was spinning. Very fast.
"Okay MARI, I give... turn the music back on."
Anything for a distraction right now.
Pakpao
16 years ago
Kem`Raaisu
16 years ago
"Thanks."
Picking the glass of water up and sipping slowly, Kem feigned ignorance of whatever was hurtling at his head. Judging by the sliding sound and the flapping paper noise, he wagered it was a book.
Lowering the glass and turning, he caught sight of it right before it connected, and applied appropriate pressure against it to halt it. As expected, Pak's reaction was to push back. With a smirk, Kem smoothly ducked under the book and released his telekinetic hold on it, listening for the impact it would make if Pak wasn't quick enough to stop it before it hit her.
Shaking his head sadly as he left the room he called back, "I don't know. It seems like that might just be a waste of hard-earned cash."
It seemed like a good time to find a wall to put his back against, so Kem looked for an appropriate spot before Pak came out at him. He did smile to himself... messing with Pak did wonders for his frazzled nerves. It was like falilng into an old routine. If Aishe couldn't be there, then poking at Pak was the next best thing. He imagined it was much the same for her.
Picking the glass of water up and sipping slowly, Kem feigned ignorance of whatever was hurtling at his head. Judging by the sliding sound and the flapping paper noise, he wagered it was a book.
Lowering the glass and turning, he caught sight of it right before it connected, and applied appropriate pressure against it to halt it. As expected, Pak's reaction was to push back. With a smirk, Kem smoothly ducked under the book and released his telekinetic hold on it, listening for the impact it would make if Pak wasn't quick enough to stop it before it hit her.
Shaking his head sadly as he left the room he called back, "I don't know. It seems like that might just be a waste of hard-earned cash."
It seemed like a good time to find a wall to put his back against, so Kem looked for an appropriate spot before Pak came out at him. He did smile to himself... messing with Pak did wonders for his frazzled nerves. It was like falilng into an old routine. If Aishe couldn't be there, then poking at Pak was the next best thing. He imagined it was much the same for her.
Pakpao
16 years ago
She quickly figured out her error, next time she was throwing something heavier and quieter, nothing fluttery. Maybe a brick, yes a brick would work.
Not expecting Kem to let go Pak squeaked a bit in surprise, ducked and caught the book all in one fluid movement while managing to call Kem a son of a bitch in her first language. The book hovered above her head for a second until she mentally tossed it back to the sofa.
Stubbing out her cigarette, she set some water on to boil, tea sounded like a very good idea.
“It only because I don’t have a sponsor and can’t dedicate myself to my one true art and calling that my skills are as weak and rusty as they are oh master.”
Pak bowed quite elaborately and exceptionally formally.
Between being home and playing with Kem, she was feeling much better. Well enough to imitate an infomercial announcer.
“And for the low price of two dollars a day you to can help and under privileged vampire fulfill her dreams.”
Not expecting Kem to let go Pak squeaked a bit in surprise, ducked and caught the book all in one fluid movement while managing to call Kem a son of a bitch in her first language. The book hovered above her head for a second until she mentally tossed it back to the sofa.
Stubbing out her cigarette, she set some water on to boil, tea sounded like a very good idea.
“It only because I don’t have a sponsor and can’t dedicate myself to my one true art and calling that my skills are as weak and rusty as they are oh master.”
Pak bowed quite elaborately and exceptionally formally.
Between being home and playing with Kem, she was feeling much better. Well enough to imitate an infomercial announcer.
“And for the low price of two dollars a day you to can help and under privileged vampire fulfill her dreams.”
Kem`Raaisu
16 years ago
One wall was as good as the next, so Kem found a decent spot, put his back to it, and slid down to a seat on the floor while enjoying the sound of Pak's swearing. The book came flying back out to the couch, followed shortly by Pak herself.
Kem looked up at her and smirked a little at her spiel. "If you have a true calling at all, it's for snark and sarcasm. But all right."
He pulled his wallet from his jeans and opened it. Turning it upside down, he shook his head when nothing came out. "Hmm. Looks like you're out of luck."
Replacing his wallet sadly, he said, "Maybe you could make yourself a sandwich board and walk around downtown Nachton advertising."
He offered Pak his most sincere smile. "You still have much to learn, grasshopper. In order to acheive true perfection one must understand true humility. A sandwich board would go a long way in teaching you this lesson."
Hands together, he returned her bow.
Kem looked up at her and smirked a little at her spiel. "If you have a true calling at all, it's for snark and sarcasm. But all right."
He pulled his wallet from his jeans and opened it. Turning it upside down, he shook his head when nothing came out. "Hmm. Looks like you're out of luck."
Replacing his wallet sadly, he said, "Maybe you could make yourself a sandwich board and walk around downtown Nachton advertising."
He offered Pak his most sincere smile. "You still have much to learn, grasshopper. In order to acheive true perfection one must understand true humility. A sandwich board would go a long way in teaching you this lesson."
Hands together, he returned her bow.
Pakpao
16 years ago
"I do have chairs you know. Meridian does pay all right to some of its programmers, we can afford furniture. Not whole houses like you archives people but chairs and stools."
Pak said as Kem slid down the wall. Sure she'd tried to hit him upside the head but she was basically a good host.
She just narrowed her eyes at him about the snark comment. Ordinarily Pak would have retaliated better but he was going for his wallet. Curses! How could it be empty? That was a shock. Who knew Kem carried no cash. OK she didn't carry much but still!
"Oh fine I see how you are leading a girl on. Just for that I'm not putting your company name and logo on our uniforms."
The sandwich board idea made her stick her tongue out at him. Nearly three hundred years old... yes Pak was -very- mature for her age.
"Yes I go parade around like an idiot during the noon lunch rush I'm sure I'll make loads... if I don't burst into flames first."
Grasshopper? Did he just call her grasshopper?
"I'm sure as hell not snatching any pebbles from your hand, master."
Some how Pak managed to choke out the 'm' word... again. But this time rather than false humility there was sarcasm simply dripping off the word.
((OOC... red is Siamese))
Pak said as Kem slid down the wall. Sure she'd tried to hit him upside the head but she was basically a good host.
She just narrowed her eyes at him about the snark comment. Ordinarily Pak would have retaliated better but he was going for his wallet. Curses! How could it be empty? That was a shock. Who knew Kem carried no cash. OK she didn't carry much but still!
"Oh fine I see how you are leading a girl on. Just for that I'm not putting your company name and logo on our uniforms."
The sandwich board idea made her stick her tongue out at him. Nearly three hundred years old... yes Pak was -very- mature for her age.
"Yes I go parade around like an idiot during the noon lunch rush I'm sure I'll make loads... if I don't burst into flames first."
Grasshopper? Did he just call her grasshopper?
"I'm sure as hell not snatching any pebbles from your hand, master."
Some how Pak managed to choke out the 'm' word... again. But this time rather than false humility there was sarcasm simply dripping off the word.
((OOC... red is Siamese))
Kem`Raaisu
16 years ago
"Somehow I have the feeling you could manage an entire house. There's one for sale down the street, how about moving in there? Reign would love it." Pak's "woe-is-me" spiel wasn't going to work on him. Not that he knew what her salary was, but one of many things Meridian did offer was a more than competitive pay scale. For someone who had been so instrumental in helping to build MARI, he was sure Pak wasn't hurting. "Either way though, the floor is fine. Old habit. Nice and solid."
All right, so he could have handled the couch or one of the chairs, but he was being truthful - it was old habit to sit on the floor. In this case the blinds were down, but when they were up, sitting on the furniture usually just served to give him a better view of the drop outside - so the habit remained and he generally chose the floor. The fact that Pak seemed thrown off by it was an added bonus.
Just having the chance to needle Pak made him smile. Getting the upper hand on her was just the icing on the cake. "All right, no pebble-snatching. But you can call me master more often. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside."
All right, so he could have handled the couch or one of the chairs, but he was being truthful - it was old habit to sit on the floor. In this case the blinds were down, but when they were up, sitting on the furniture usually just served to give him a better view of the drop outside - so the habit remained and he generally chose the floor. The fact that Pak seemed thrown off by it was an added bonus.
Just having the chance to needle Pak made him smile. Getting the upper hand on her was just the icing on the cake. "All right, no pebble-snatching. But you can call me master more often. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside."
Pakpao
16 years ago
“I’m not sure my credit rating is good enough.”
Pak snorted. Although the idea of being Reign as well as Kem and Aishe’s neighbor was amusing. Truthfully, though she just would have felt naked and/or exposed outside of the clan’s stronghold. It wasn’t that Pak was a coward, she just had a bit of a cautious streak in her, at least as far as some things went.
“Yeah but the cleaning crew hasn’t been threw in a few weeks god only knows what you’re sitting on.”
It was very odd looking down at Kem, she was so used to looking up. Of course, when ever she’d been over at his place he’d more often than not flopped on the floor. She’d never really noticed as generally she was sprawled on his sofa and between his height and her… well short the difference wasn’t that great.
“I don’t think that’s going to happen. Aishe might hear and take it the wrong way and then she’d have to kill one of us and I think I might be the more likely choice. Unless we specify ‘master pain in the ass’ or ‘master elevator wrangler’ or something along those lines. Yes, I think we can work on that.”
Pak snorted. Although the idea of being Reign as well as Kem and Aishe’s neighbor was amusing. Truthfully, though she just would have felt naked and/or exposed outside of the clan’s stronghold. It wasn’t that Pak was a coward, she just had a bit of a cautious streak in her, at least as far as some things went.
“Yeah but the cleaning crew hasn’t been threw in a few weeks god only knows what you’re sitting on.”
It was very odd looking down at Kem, she was so used to looking up. Of course, when ever she’d been over at his place he’d more often than not flopped on the floor. She’d never really noticed as generally she was sprawled on his sofa and between his height and her… well short the difference wasn’t that great.
“I don’t think that’s going to happen. Aishe might hear and take it the wrong way and then she’d have to kill one of us and I think I might be the more likely choice. Unless we specify ‘master pain in the ass’ or ‘master elevator wrangler’ or something along those lines. Yes, I think we can work on that.”
Kem`Raaisu
16 years ago
Kem just grinned at the idea of Pak doubting her credit rating. "Miss a few payments back in 1853, did we? You have to watch that. It takes seven hundred years to clear off your score, I think."
He supposed her remark about the cleaning crew was intended to gross him out or something, but as it was he raised one silver eyebrow at her. "What I'm sitting on? You know what we used to sit on, way back in the day? We called it 'dirt' and it was an all-round sofa, armchair, and boxspring. I'm pretty sure your floor is marginally more sanitary."
He set his glass on the floor beside him, crossed his arms behind his head, and did his best to look perfectly at ease. It wasn't easy though, when Pak brought up an image of homicidal Aishe chasing Pak around with a flamethrower or something.
"That's the good thing about being bonded," he pointed out. "I don't have to make protestations of innocence when spending time with another woman. Between the empathy and the bonding, I'd be screwed if I were less than truthful." He lifted his shoulders. "I somehow doubt sisterhood falls into the category of homicidally acceptable transgressions though. I think Aishe's sorry she missed watching me in my epic and exciting confrontation with the Meridian walkway though."
Or she would be once he told her what he'd been up to. She'd laugh, too, he thought.
"Did I ever get around to telling you about our smooth second date? It's amazing she went out with me again, considering the level of stupidity I exhibited. I somehow doubt you'd have been 'master'ing me then."
He supposed her remark about the cleaning crew was intended to gross him out or something, but as it was he raised one silver eyebrow at her. "What I'm sitting on? You know what we used to sit on, way back in the day? We called it 'dirt' and it was an all-round sofa, armchair, and boxspring. I'm pretty sure your floor is marginally more sanitary."
He set his glass on the floor beside him, crossed his arms behind his head, and did his best to look perfectly at ease. It wasn't easy though, when Pak brought up an image of homicidal Aishe chasing Pak around with a flamethrower or something.
"That's the good thing about being bonded," he pointed out. "I don't have to make protestations of innocence when spending time with another woman. Between the empathy and the bonding, I'd be screwed if I were less than truthful." He lifted his shoulders. "I somehow doubt sisterhood falls into the category of homicidally acceptable transgressions though. I think Aishe's sorry she missed watching me in my epic and exciting confrontation with the Meridian walkway though."
Or she would be once he told her what he'd been up to. She'd laugh, too, he thought.
"Did I ever get around to telling you about our smooth second date? It's amazing she went out with me again, considering the level of stupidity I exhibited. I somehow doubt you'd have been 'master'ing me then."
Pakpao
16 years ago
“You’d know.”
Pak snarked at him. She didn’t often, not –too- often make cracks about his age, but damned it he’d opened the door hadn’t he.
“Yes yes yes we had dirt when I was growing up too. As to what you’re sitting on I believe it’s a domestic hard wood… although I did just host and orgy the other day so I can’t say for sure what is on said hard wood. The cleaning crew hasn’t been in yet.”
Stretching she finished making her tea and with no ceremony flopped into a chair near him. She disliked having a conversation while he sat and she stood. It was just odd.
The idea of a homicidal Aishe was odd too, but one she’d play with another day. Pak had very little doubt the shiny new vampire could do it if pushed, but what would it take to push her. Hmmmm.
“I was so impressed you made it past the first I never thought to ask about the second.”
It was a tease and an invitation to continue. Of course, she wanted to know this. if Kem was –admitting- stupidity this had to be good.
She needed another clove….
Pak snarked at him. She didn’t often, not –too- often make cracks about his age, but damned it he’d opened the door hadn’t he.
“Yes yes yes we had dirt when I was growing up too. As to what you’re sitting on I believe it’s a domestic hard wood… although I did just host and orgy the other day so I can’t say for sure what is on said hard wood. The cleaning crew hasn’t been in yet.”
Stretching she finished making her tea and with no ceremony flopped into a chair near him. She disliked having a conversation while he sat and she stood. It was just odd.
The idea of a homicidal Aishe was odd too, but one she’d play with another day. Pak had very little doubt the shiny new vampire could do it if pushed, but what would it take to push her. Hmmmm.
“I was so impressed you made it past the first I never thought to ask about the second.”
It was a tease and an invitation to continue. Of course, she wanted to know this. if Kem was –admitting- stupidity this had to be good.
She needed another clove….
Kem`Raaisu
16 years ago
Kem wrinkled his nose. "Gross, Pak." The urge to get off the floor after that was pretty strong but sheer stubbornness kept him planted right where he was, resisting the obvious psych-out.
Her comment about the first date made him grin, and he was able to partially forget her orgy comment. "I'm not completely hopeless," he pointed out, "and I don't know that it was really a formal 'date' anyhow. But either way we were out, and it was nighttime, and we decided to get a good, close-up look at the pyramids. Aishe wanted to see them some more but she'd been digging for weeks."
He shrugged at Pak. "So, we gave ourselves a little tour. Which was fun. And it was going very well, so when the idea came up to climb up the side of one of the pyramids, I got all macho and stupid and didn't want to admit I was afraid of heights."
Kem figured Pak knew what would logically happen next. "I got stuck," he said flatly. "Three-quarters of the way up Menkaura's pyramid. Couldn't go up, couldn't go down, and definitely didn't want to admit my own stupidity to Aishe. It was ridiculous."
Her comment about the first date made him grin, and he was able to partially forget her orgy comment. "I'm not completely hopeless," he pointed out, "and I don't know that it was really a formal 'date' anyhow. But either way we were out, and it was nighttime, and we decided to get a good, close-up look at the pyramids. Aishe wanted to see them some more but she'd been digging for weeks."
He shrugged at Pak. "So, we gave ourselves a little tour. Which was fun. And it was going very well, so when the idea came up to climb up the side of one of the pyramids, I got all macho and stupid and didn't want to admit I was afraid of heights."
Kem figured Pak knew what would logically happen next. "I got stuck," he said flatly. "Three-quarters of the way up Menkaura's pyramid. Couldn't go up, couldn't go down, and definitely didn't want to admit my own stupidity to Aishe. It was ridiculous."
Pakpao
16 years ago
Pak allowed herself a little grin at Kem’s gross comment. Yup he was thinking about getting up. But… he didn’t. Oh well half points, it had been a good effort.
Wiggling her toes, which were still encased in trouser socks, she should fix that, she listened to Kem’s story. It didn’t take too much imagination to figure out where it was going but it was still a bit of a shock. Pak groaned at her brother.
“You didn’t. How can any one so smart be so… not smart?”
They all had their less than stellar moments but that one took the cake. There was no way she couldn’t snicker. It would have been impossible, in human not to giggle at the mental image of the two of them the better part of the way up a pyramid and Kem not being able to go either up or down.
“Well I’m guessing she didn’t –leave- you there, I am hoping she laughed at you though before she got you down. How did she do it? Is there a girl scout ‘help a vampire down a pyramid’ badge?”
Don’t burst out laughing. Don’t burst out laughing. Pak kept telling herself. Partially because she didn’t want to laugh at Kem but more so, because she figured this got better and she was waiting for the punch line.
Wiggling her toes, which were still encased in trouser socks, she should fix that, she listened to Kem’s story. It didn’t take too much imagination to figure out where it was going but it was still a bit of a shock. Pak groaned at her brother.
“You didn’t. How can any one so smart be so… not smart?”
They all had their less than stellar moments but that one took the cake. There was no way she couldn’t snicker. It would have been impossible, in human not to giggle at the mental image of the two of them the better part of the way up a pyramid and Kem not being able to go either up or down.
“Well I’m guessing she didn’t –leave- you there, I am hoping she laughed at you though before she got you down. How did she do it? Is there a girl scout ‘help a vampire down a pyramid’ badge?”
Don’t burst out laughing. Don’t burst out laughing. Pak kept telling herself. Partially because she didn’t want to laugh at Kem but more so, because she figured this got better and she was waiting for the punch line.
Kem`Raaisu
16 years ago
Kem crossed his arms over his chest, letting Pak enjoy his embarrassment. It had been long ago enough that he could laugh now, but watching her try not to was just as much fun.
"Yeah," he said, clearing his throat. "Yep, she figured it out all right. When I didn't say anything for about five minutes, just sat there too petrified to move, she took her bandanna off and wrapped it around my eyes, then held both my hands and we kind of... slid down the side of the pyramid again. With me on my ass."
Really, it had been pretty clever of her. Once the blindfold had been on, Kem hadn't been able to see how high up they were and with some effort he'd been able to envision a smooth plateau around them.
"I was pretty lucky, really. Aishe almost never wears hats... just a bandanna to hold her hair back while she's digging. Without that I'd probably still be stuck up on Menkaura's pryamid."
He grinned at Pak. "Oh go ahead and laugh. Then go work on your sandwich board."
"Yeah," he said, clearing his throat. "Yep, she figured it out all right. When I didn't say anything for about five minutes, just sat there too petrified to move, she took her bandanna off and wrapped it around my eyes, then held both my hands and we kind of... slid down the side of the pyramid again. With me on my ass."
Really, it had been pretty clever of her. Once the blindfold had been on, Kem hadn't been able to see how high up they were and with some effort he'd been able to envision a smooth plateau around them.
"I was pretty lucky, really. Aishe almost never wears hats... just a bandanna to hold her hair back while she's digging. Without that I'd probably still be stuck up on Menkaura's pryamid."
He grinned at Pak. "Oh go ahead and laugh. Then go work on your sandwich board."
Pakpao
16 years ago
Awwww… Kem was being sporting and letting her laugh at him. Wasn’t that cute? Cute shit she wanted to torment him not have him be mature, but what did she expect, really? He’d volunteered this story.
This was creating one hell of a mental picture. Pak finally gave up and set her tea down, she was going to spill it. As it was she had to do it the old fashioned way because she was certain the repressed giggles would have shaken the cup if she’d even attempted to do it telekinetically.
“You slid down a pyramid… on your ass?”
Insert hearty guffaw here. He had to be kidding, right? No? Oh lord there was more? Hahahahaha… ok not nice to laugh at another’s misfortune…. Hahahahahaha. Well it was Kem and if one couldn’t laugh at one’s brother who could one laugh at?
“Blindfolded? And she called you again after this? You’re both insane! But you would have made a smashing gargoyle up there if she’d have left you. Tourist could have thrown coins at you for good luck.”
She choked out. It took a second, minute, or two, but Pak settled down enough to shake her head at Kem.
“I’m sorry, I could wear a sandwich board and beg for tips every day for the rest of my life and it wouldn’t –touch- that story. Seriously.”
This was creating one hell of a mental picture. Pak finally gave up and set her tea down, she was going to spill it. As it was she had to do it the old fashioned way because she was certain the repressed giggles would have shaken the cup if she’d even attempted to do it telekinetically.
“You slid down a pyramid… on your ass?”
Insert hearty guffaw here. He had to be kidding, right? No? Oh lord there was more? Hahahahaha… ok not nice to laugh at another’s misfortune…. Hahahahahaha. Well it was Kem and if one couldn’t laugh at one’s brother who could one laugh at?
“Blindfolded? And she called you again after this? You’re both insane! But you would have made a smashing gargoyle up there if she’d have left you. Tourist could have thrown coins at you for good luck.”
She choked out. It took a second, minute, or two, but Pak settled down enough to shake her head at Kem.
“I’m sorry, I could wear a sandwich board and beg for tips every day for the rest of my life and it wouldn’t –touch- that story. Seriously.”
Kem`Raaisu
16 years ago
Kem laughed along with Pak even though for a few weeks after the incident he had found nothing even remotely amusing about it. Now though he could see how ridiculous it all had been.
"Hey I never said she was sane," he pointed out. "Obviously she saw something she liked. We both know the woman's nuts."
It was said with affection apparent in every word however. Whether through some kind of modesty or just plain stubborn denial, he would never understand what Aishe was drawn to. But drawn she was, and he couldn't complain.
Now that he'd spent a few minutes cooling down in Pak's apartment, Kem's stomach and brain had reconciled and were getting along fairly well. So long as those blinds stayed shut and he stayed put, things were doing all right.
So it was easy to hang out for a while, and even easier to let his mind wander. How odd, Kem had thought, that he had once imagined himself one of the unluckiest people around. And here he was, with a friend and adopted sister who cared enough about him to talk him off of the Meridian walkway; a girlfriend who talked him (literally) down from ledges; and Clan to call home and family.
Sometimes you didn't need too much more. Certainly, tonight, he didn't need much more.
With that thought in mind, Kem forgot about the heights for a good long while, laughing with Pak until it was time to go home again, to a different, and even more fulfilling, kind of love.
((ooc: Kem and Pak out!))
"Hey I never said she was sane," he pointed out. "Obviously she saw something she liked. We both know the woman's nuts."
It was said with affection apparent in every word however. Whether through some kind of modesty or just plain stubborn denial, he would never understand what Aishe was drawn to. But drawn she was, and he couldn't complain.
Now that he'd spent a few minutes cooling down in Pak's apartment, Kem's stomach and brain had reconciled and were getting along fairly well. So long as those blinds stayed shut and he stayed put, things were doing all right.
So it was easy to hang out for a while, and even easier to let his mind wander. How odd, Kem had thought, that he had once imagined himself one of the unluckiest people around. And here he was, with a friend and adopted sister who cared enough about him to talk him off of the Meridian walkway; a girlfriend who talked him (literally) down from ledges; and Clan to call home and family.
Sometimes you didn't need too much more. Certainly, tonight, he didn't need much more.
With that thought in mind, Kem forgot about the heights for a good long while, laughing with Pak until it was time to go home again, to a different, and even more fulfilling, kind of love.
((ooc: Kem and Pak out!))