Closed Coupled Shopping(Vayl)

[Dolce]

2nd of Summer 514 AV Dolce had woken up feeling much better than the day before. Her bruises were just starting to fade and her ribs didn't hurt as bad. She was starting to look normal again. Stretching she looked around for her Master. Dolce wanted to get out, but she wasn't marked or collared which meant she had to be accompanied by her owner. She found Vayl asleep still and for some reason finding him like that made her smile. Deciding to watch him she sat down. She was growing restless staying in the house day after day. As much as she wanted out, she'd wait for her master to wake up first. Watching him made her wonder what his life had been like as Vetari. She knew very little of his past. He looked so innocent while sleeping, it made her wonder what he looked like as a child.

[Vayl]

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Vayl slumbered more peacefully than he had in a while. He guessed he was finally getting over the noticable lack of Redd.

He opened his eyes slowly, but smoothly, only to find a happy Dolce staring back at him.

"Morning Dolce" he stated simply, rolling out of his hammock sleepily and pushing his messy hair out of his eyes. He smiled genuinely back at her and opened his arms, knowing she liked being hugged.

x

But one day
you will stand before death's decrepit gate,
without really knowing why

[Dolce]

Dolce hugged the groggy Symenestra with out hesitation, although she did say in a small voice,"Watch my ribs.." Did bother her that her new owner was a pale elongated spidery person? Nope, for all she cared he could of been a duck. "Gooood Morning~" She replied in a sing-songy tone. "Umm, Hey so I know you don't really like the sun... But, I only have this one set of clothes and I'm wearing the skirt inside out because of the bloodstains..."She sighed. "I can't go out unmarked or collarless or the slavers could grab me. I uh, would you take me out to go shopping if you're with me I can't get in trouble! I can buy a collar while we're out so you won't have to go out with me shopping ever again! I'll, I'll even pay for breakfast at the soup house! I know you can eat soup." She gave him a smile, "Plus I really just need to get out for a bit." She had sped through her entire little speech. Bothering Vayl was the last thing she wanted to do... But, she honestly needed his accompaniment today. For safety reasons. Along with perhaps some personal reasons, not that he needed to know that.

[Vayl]

x

Vayl looked shocked at himself.

"Of course! I've never considered you're still wearing the clothes you arrived in."

He frowned deeply and sighed, hugging Dolce just a little bit tighter, glad he still had her.

"I'm so sorry I've treated you so terribly Dolce. Will you forgive me?" he whispered, more than just a pang of regret and sincerity in his eyes, holding Dolce by the shoulders.

Sweeping up his Katana and violet coat, he pulled his hood deep, visibly stiffening and steeling himself for the outside world.

"Well then. I wish us the best of luck my dear companion." a whisper of a smile passed over his fangs. He was almost expecting trouble.

x

But one day
you will stand before death's decrepit gate,
without really knowing why

[Dolce]

Dolce gave a laugh, "It's fine I'm a girl so.. we like clothes. I figured that my clothes didn't phase you for that reason... You're a guy." She allowed herself to linger in the hug longer than a good pet should, or so said the manners instilled in her from her former job. She finally pulled away a bit reluctantly, but not before entwining a feather in her master's hair. She had noticed that Vayl himself, didn't own many clothes. It was no wonder he hadn't noticed hers. As her master got ready she noticed how his stance and demeanor changed. She knew why and she understood. "....Just wait until fall Master! You'll have your papers and won't have to worry, sir." Dolce, herself also had to change when going out into the city starting with her speech. She would throw in 'sir's and 'Master' as often as she could when speaking. But that was only when spoken to otherwise she would follow quietly feigning obedience like a good slave. "Shall we go for soup first, Master?" Dolce pressed a silver Miza in Vayl's hand and lingered holding it for a tick or two, "It will look more convincing if you pay, sir."

[Vayl]

x

A sad smile crossed over Vayl's face as he looked down at innocence personified.

"Dolce, You always have a knack of finding the positive in things, where I always have a tendency to find the worse sides." He unsheathed his katana slightly to scrutinize the blade's edge, checking he'd sharpened and polished it well enough. He murmured while he squinted.

"Call me a pessimist or a realist, at least I don't get disappointed, unlike you."

Snapping the blade shut, he glanced over at Dolce quickly, before putting on a fake smile in the hope of reassuring her.

"Once more unto the breach Dolce, Once more unto the breach"

x

But one day
you will stand before death's decrepit gate,
without really knowing why

[Dolce]

Dolce followed Vayl out the door humming, "Because good things are just hiding in plain sight, silly." She was happy to be out and stretch her legs now that walking was longer painful. "Once you have those papers... I can work on my next project." She grinned to herself, Dolce had every intention on seeing that Vayl became the Patriarch of the new family she had every intention of making. She'd work herself ragged to get them there, in a position of comfort and safety. Her grin widened, she had never told Vayl her intentions of seeing him to the top. He would tell her it was an unreachable dream, a pipe dream. They soon arrived at their first destination, The Soup House. Dolce peered into the shop, "Good! We came early enough that it isn't crowded!" She knew Vayl disliked crowds. She opened the door for Vayl and followed him in like a good girl. Finding a table she pulled out a chair for her master then sat herself. "So what are you gonna get, sir? Just tell me and I'll go up and get it!" She nodded. "Personally Master, I'm fond of the Pumpkin and of the Butternut Squash. Oh, and the Carrot and Cheddar!" Dolce clapped her hands excitedly. "So what do you want, sir?"

[Vayl]

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"Good things are hiding in plain sight... and what about all the bad things? Shouldn't we worry about the fact we can't find them?" Vayl murmured as they emerged onto the street. Vayl had one arm around Dolce's shoulder, tightly pulling her to himself, and his katana in his other hand, gripped tightly.

Walking into the soup house, Vayl felt like a war veteran walking into a children's nursery. Distinctly overdressed and overmature.

Sitting down slightly uncomfortably, Vayl rested his katana against the table, still in a position where he could draw it fast. Looking bemusedly at Dolce he tried to smile.

"Dolce, I don't really care what I have to eat. So long as you enjoy whatever it is you want, I'm satisfied." he said rather gruffly, looking around him as he spoke, ears pricked up.

"Have you been here before Dolce, do you know of any other exits apart from the one we came through?" already Vayl's mind ran through escape plans and fighting ideas.

x

But one day
you will stand before death's decrepit gate,
without really knowing why

[Dolce]

Dolce gave Vayl a look, "Master, I really doubt we will need any of the information that you requested, sir." That sentence roughly translated between the two to "Vetari, you are NOT going to do this whole escape plan thing all day!" She gave him a smile, taking the Silver Miza from her master Dolce went to fetch them some food. Giving Vayl time to think over her coded speech. Dolce made her way to the soup line, she browsed today's selection. "Let's see... Hmm..." She mumbled to herself. Grabbing a tray and two bowls, she made her way to get some soup. She thought of just getting Vayl cattail, simply because of his brooding. But her kind heartedness won out and she filled his bowl with something with more taste, Butternut Squash. She filled her own bowl with the same and handed the owner the miza and walked back to their seats. "I got us the Butternut Squash, sir." Dolce placed the bowl in front of Vayl along with a spoon before moving to her own seat and politely spooned the soup to her lips. Dolce ate quietly and with manners normally only seen of high classed slaves. Normally Dolce would of chatted happily to Vayl. But because of his moodiness she stayed quite. He'd have to make the first move in conversation.Ledger2 Soups=1sm

[Vayl]

x

Vayl sipped the soup moodily, trying not to make a funny face at its slightly odd flavour. It certainly wasn't bruka. He missed that stuff so much.

Something felt odd, and Vayl looked up to see Dolce making a rather obvious point of not speaking, which was very uncharacteristic of her. Vayl frowned slightly with concern.

"Uhm, you alright Dolce?" he muttered softly, so as to not be overheard by any other passers by. "I think it would be an understatement to say that you're not being very talkative today." a brief flash of a smile passed over his lips as he smirked at his own terrible humour.

x

But one day
you will stand before death's decrepit gate,
without really knowing why