How a werecat makes a wake up call Who: Liliana and Bel (npc) - Narrative When: Friday August 15th - Morning Where: Atropos (Clothing Store) Summary: Playing check in Warning: Swearing
“Bellllllllllllllllllllllllll…………” Liliana mused loudly as she walked into the shop. Of course the shop was supposed to be locked. And it was all kinds of mega early in the morning. Which meant that Belladonna was definitely not up yet. From up the stairs Liliana heard groaning and a muttered “…you dirty little street cat…” Liliana smirked a little “I’m not dirty! I took a shower just an hour ago I’ll have you know.” There were a series of curses as she bounded up the stairs and presented the treat of fresh coffee (full of sugary goodness just how the skinny bitch liked it). “….why….” he muttered into his pillow as light golden hair splayed all around him.
Really how the man was this damn pretty when he woke up Liliana did not get. All she knew is that it was entirely unfair. Unfair!
“Because I missed you?” she teased; waving the coffee near his face to get him to at least turn and make a vain attempt at a grab for it. “Not good enough.” A grumble as he finally managed to flip over and sit up in the bed. “Because….” She tried again; finally letting him snatch the coffee and cradle it like she had just a couple hours ago. “I wanted to check in on you?” Bel grumbled again and sipped gingerly at the hot coffee. “Why?”
Wasn’t he a man of few words in the morning. Liliana couldn’t say she was any different though, so she gave him a pass.
“Been a bit since I’ve been by and I know how you can get sometimes.” Bel hadn’t been in the city overly long and while the man ran an amazing damned shop, she didn’t think he had very many friends. He claimed he liked it that way; seclusion was good for a person that could see all kinds of shit. Still seclusion meant something could happen and people wouldn’t know.
Not that he was a target to anyone Liliana was aware of; she kept tabs on that when she could. Far as she knew no one besides a slim few knew what he could do. But she also knew that sometimes the uh…sight left ol Belly Bel near damned incapacitated.
When she noticed the shop hadn’t opened in a few days Liliana had gotten worried.
And so she was here.
Though if she’d thought this out a little better she might have shown a little later. But damn man, nine am wasn’t that early.
“I don’t get any way.” The younger man grumbled again for good measure. Liliana rolled her eyes slightly. She was pretty sure Bel was one of the few more stubborn than her. “Suuuuure.” She retorted; jumping up from the bed and taking a look around the room. Messy per usual. But the buildup of dishes was new. Which meant her hunch was probably right. Poor Bel had had a few bad days.
“I’m okay.” He finally relented; spotting how she’d stopped at the bottle of pain meds and the clutter of dishes. “Just a headache.” Liliana gave a subtle little nod of her head and didn’t push the matter. Not like she knew what it was like right? So she couldn’t tell him the right, or wrong, way to handle it all.
He looked okay now. That’s what she had come to see.
“Glad to hear you're better beautiful.” She grinned and blew him a kiss. “But to ensure that I’m going to make you breakfast.” She shuffled on over to his loft kitchen even as the man groaned and flopped back onto the bed. “You cooking only ensures my continued demise.” Liliana spun around and gave a pout. “I can make some things just fine! Like eggs. So you’re going to eat the damned eggs and then you are going to sell me pretty pretty things.”
Bel rolled his eyes and pulled the sheet over his head as Liliana began to sing as she cooked.