~~~ "Seems that way, though it's probably more I'm less...pressing. Apparently the friend and I are both extremely demanding." Shrugging at the loss of the shirt, Bastian reached into a side pocket of his bag, pulling out an extra t-shirt. "It pays to be prepared." ~~~ Ingrid gave a severe pout in response to that. "Boo. That's not fair. I like having you shirtless." She smirked and then added, "I've been told I'm too demanding. But I say that people should just be flattered to be wanted that much." ~~~ Bastian flexed his stomach under the shirt, making the material ripple as it conformed to his body. "Well give me a good reason and I'll take it off again." He grinned at her comeback. "I love it. I'm stealing that." ~~~ Ingrid scoffed. "Is my desire to have you shirtless not reason enough?" Of course she was teasing him, and his grin only made her own smirk a bit more prominent. "Steal it? No, but I'll lease it to you and take payment in the form of oral pleasure." She wiggled her brows. ~~~ "You sure you'd want oral pleasure?" Bastian wasn't agreeing to this at all, but it sounded like an interesting proposition. "I mean, I only had my tongue on you once tonight. I'm sure I could do better." ~~~ "I'm sure you could too, which is precisely why I suggested it." Ingrid grinned. "But not tonight though. I need a hot shower and a warm cup of blood because someone, not naming any names, thoroughly wrecked my ass." ~~~ "And a lovely ass it is, too," Bastian teased. "Purple looks good on you. As for the rest," he started, turning to pick up his bag and sling it over his shoulder. "You don't know me and I don't know you. So who's to say you'll ever collect?" ~~~ "Thank you. I've always preferred that in an eyeshadow shade but.. this works too." She grinned. Gingerly sliding down the seat, her feet on the ground so that she could stand up and grab the shirt which she draped over her shoulder, she replied, "It's a small school. And I have a very good sense of smell." ~~~ Bastian chuckled, walking towards the door. "Then maybe, if you're lucky, you'll find me again. That would certainly be interesting." And he would look forward to it. ~~~ Ingrid rolled her eyes and retorted, "Correction. If you're lucky." Unfortunately she couldn't cut him off and make it out the door in front of him. She was in too much pain to move that fast and she would simply have to settle for lagging behind. ~~~ "If we're lucky," he edited. Glancing over his shoulder, Bastian smirked. "Problems there? You look a little stiff." ~~~ She narrowed her eyes at him and then replied cooly, "Nothing I can't handle." ~~~ "Good. I'd hate to think I overestimated you." Bastian turned around, walking backwards. "You're too good for that." ~~~ "Mmm, I make it a point to never be overestimated, only under. That way people are always pleasantly surprised." She grinned, stopping to bend over and pick up her shoes with a wince before she managed to make it out the door as well, slowly following him through the dark tunnel back toward the entrance to the building where she was staying with Lyle and his boy toy. ~~~ "Oh I was definitely pleased." Bastian had an idea where he was going, so he didn't mind leading. The tunnel he needed was a couple past where Ingrid had to go anyways. "Smell you later," he smiled as a goodbye. ~~~ Ingrid gave him a playful little scowl before she remarked, "I, Sir, do not smell." She smirked and then she waved before ducking into the door that led to her building. There was a sense of dread that accompanied the thought of going back to the apartment but at least she felt a bit better now than she had when she had left, strangely enough.