Who: Wil and Quen
What: Merri chose the library over Wil Wil finally has an excuse to loiter around the mage tower. There is trouble to be made!
Where: Somewhere in the mage's tower. Wil doesn't know what anything is yet. Some lobby.
When: Early evening
Rating: PG-13 for Wil's suggestive elements
Status: In progress
Oh, but he was getting some looks. Wil blew his third kiss of the night at some old Mystic who shot him a dirty look and scurried away. But not before her eyes dropped to the exposed bone of his hip. Sorry lady, those hips weren't for you. He thought something more low cut might inspire Merri since he always kept his hands just so over his belt. So, obvious, lower the belt!
Wil loved the mage tower. People were always trying to figure out crazy shit and you didn't have to do anything to get scowls, but nobody said nothing to you either. Plus, whenever he came by Merri fed him, like, literally, he could get fed -- Merri would put it in his mouth. His bed was amazingly comfortable, like floating in water with no effort. Wil hadn't tried his tub yet -- although he was tempted to see what happened if he just got undressed and waited for Merri in it. There was no place he thought you could get naked that would tempt Merrion Priddy more than being clean in a bathtub.
Still, Wil respected a person's first time and Merri was busy. So he'd sent him off to Ari (and the library) with a pat on his rump and a nibble on his ear, just to make sure he'd hurry back. Then went out exploring. He'd gotten to see a lot of the nicer parts of town, but the tower just wasn't that welcoming less you knew somebody. And he was the guest of a bloody fucking council member!
"'Ey! Lips!" Wil shouted, spotting a face he only barely recognized. Sucked to think it, but blind girl in a mage tower? Easy to spot! "Still hungover?" He asked, sauntering up to her when she didn't react at first. Well, no differently he saw than the rest of the lobby who turned to spare at the sudden outburst from the half-naked giant.