Amat looked at her"You do realise we were fighting on the edge of the bad part of town,right?"
"I hadn't noticed." Frea said sarcasticly.
"I know how some guys there are,they would've taken advantage of you while you were unconcious."Amat said as he examined his left arm,making sure it was good.
"Like you did I bet!" Frea hissed.
"All I did was bring you here,lay you on the couch,then fix my arm."Amat responded.
"Riiiiight..." Frea muttered.
"I see there is no way for you to trust me."Amat said as he opened the front door and walked outside"Make yourself at home if you want."
OOC: Post flood again for you two. Please wait for Disturbed, and Marine, to post.
IC:
Murring softly, Kurtz closed his eyes and rested against her - the music wasn't hitting his ears anymore... it was her breathing, and he loved hearing it... each one made him... calm. "Hrr..."
Saphire moved her gently touch to Kurtz's neck. She gently carressed the dragon's neck with her paws, rubbing his neck ever so softly "...he looks so cute like that..."
Marine wrapped on the door of 'Disturbed and Saphire's' house, based on reading the door mat beneath his feet. While the sound echoed through the house, he scrutinized the gift basket for his new neighbor. Vegetables, fruits, and meats came from an orbital marketplace, a docket on the way towards the region. Some of the Apple skins were bruised. He had expected as much, oribital stations sold a multitide of stocks, including military rations that left combat rotation. Perhaps the blue bow complementing the basket would take the distraction away.
"Once I start gardening I'll put you to shame." The High Marshall told the fruit. "And then they'll love my gifts."
He wore his full military wears. The salseman supposed to meet him at his house failed to show on time, so he had to wish high neighbors wouldn't be distracted. He had buttoned his storm coat to hide the wet pistols resting in their holsters.
He knocked again.