The feeling like she needed to entertain Cadmus felt almost claustrophobic. What did she care if he snuck away again? Raizel looked at his cup and then nodded to his question about the purpose of coffee. Why was she so tired? Blue eyes flicked to her bag, the concoction of herbs hidden away that kept her up.
Raizel closed her eyes and looked down at her ankle, still wrapped up from the night before. "I'll ask Albert, he's kind of like you, y'know?" She tried to make a motion with her hand that appeared like feathers on her head, "He's not a real human man. Some sort of orange bi-" as if on cue, Albert pushed the door open, looking surprised at his own actions and gave a sigh of relief when the image of the pair registered before him.
"I was genuinely worried for a second I'd walk in to you two humping and let me tell you, I'm glad I didn't. Realized a second too late Raizel wasn't alone and she's usually sleeping right now," Albert sighed with relief, Raizel giving him a sneer, before he collected various used dishes and placed them on a small table in the hallway, he then stood in the doorway with his hands on his hips. "Let's see them," his voice was commanding, though not unlike a parent demanding to see bad grades. "The wounds," he waved his hand impatiently towards Cadmus to come stand before him first, "you had the most superficial ones and I apologize about the scratches yesterday."
Albert paused for a moment, "sometimes when I'm stressed or woken from a dead sleep," he glared at Raizel, "I'm extra prickly. Literally." Albert in the daytime was kind looking, flame bright hair held loosely in a tie over his shoulder, green and blue eyes, he smelled of fresh bread and sugary treats, "I'm going to heal you, by the way, is why I'm here, and collect your dishes."
Raizel closed her eyes and looked down at her ankle, still wrapped up from the night before. "I'll ask Albert, he's kind of like you, y'know?" She tried to make a motion with her hand that appeared like feathers on her head, "He's not a real human man. Some sort of orange bi-" as if on cue, Albert pushed the door open, looking surprised at his own actions and gave a sigh of relief when the image of the pair registered before him.
"I was genuinely worried for a second I'd walk in to you two humping and let me tell you, I'm glad I didn't. Realized a second too late Raizel wasn't alone and she's usually sleeping right now," Albert sighed with relief, Raizel giving him a sneer, before he collected various used dishes and placed them on a small table in the hallway, he then stood in the doorway with his hands on his hips. "Let's see them," his voice was commanding, though not unlike a parent demanding to see bad grades. "The wounds," he waved his hand impatiently towards Cadmus to come stand before him first, "you had the most superficial ones and I apologize about the scratches yesterday."
Albert paused for a moment, "sometimes when I'm stressed or woken from a dead sleep," he glared at Raizel, "I'm extra prickly. Literally." Albert in the daytime was kind looking, flame bright hair held loosely in a tie over his shoulder, green and blue eyes, he smelled of fresh bread and sugary treats, "I'm going to heal you, by the way, is why I'm here, and collect your dishes."