Post by Hadjara on Apr 28, 2013 0:39:06 GMT -5
Hadjara frowned, pouting in a playful manner at Gabriel. ”Knives won’t even cut m’ skin if I don’t want it to, what makes ya think sand can?” she asked him with a smile. She had never worried about the weather in her life, and if she needed it she could find something to wrap her skin in. Besides, they were staying indoors. They would be safe from sandstorms there. ”An’ I ain’t cared about fashion a day in my life. I’ll leave that ta Malak and you.” Hadjara had more important things to worry about that how ‘in’ what she was wearing was. If she liked it than it was good enough for her.
Keeping up with Gabriel was easy enough, even in heels. What was really the problem was how frequently she became distracted by what was going on around her. She had never seen so much hedonism in one place, not even in the red light district of the human city! It was hard to look around keep walking at once, but really it was like being in a world full of Gabriels and Hadjara was quite taken with the idea. If anything else, Hadjara hoped Gabriel wouldn’t be annoyed with her for doing whatever she wanted here unless that included trying to bite his throat. But so long as she didn’t do that Hadjara was hopeful that he would let her do whatever she wanted, without scolding her.
”So it’s not a problem that we can’t go back there then,” Hadjara said, looking away from the chaos on the street. And worst come to worst, Hadjara was perfectly capable of making a poncho out of something’s hide. ”I think it looks alright,” Hadjara said happily when Gabriel complimented what she was wearing. There was nothing even vaguely sexual in the way she smiled at him, she just really liked her outfit and was glad that Gabriel wasn’t commenting about her (perfectly fine) shoes again. And this time with the height boost they provided she could actually kiss his face without going on tip-toes which was helpful since he covered up his throat and chest where she could actually easily kiss.
That thought gave Hadjara pause for a second as she realized that Gabriel had picked a jacket that did cover his neck and shoulders completely. Grimly she wondered if that had been deliberate, and knowing full well that if it had been she didn’t have a leg to stand on. Still it was a bit weird to think about; the idea that maybe Gabriel had gone out of his way to get a high collar so she wouldn’t bite him and Malak wasted no time in latching onto that thought.
”No, I’ve never been,” Hadjara said with a shake of her head, trying to shed her sudden darker mood, ”But they looked pretty, din’ they?” When she had peered in there had been a lot of pretty girls dressed in even less than what she was wearing, and Hadjara thought she had seen some men in there too. Hadjara hadn’t put much thought into the purpose for the room, but even as sleepy as she felt Hadjara wanted to check it out. Without a warning the little daemon picked up her pace, catching hold of Gabriel’s hand as she walked past him, eager to see what the strip club had to offer. She knew the way back, even if she had seen this part of the city once before Malak had a photographic memory that she was able to tap into and that came in handy for navigation.
Keeping up with Gabriel was easy enough, even in heels. What was really the problem was how frequently she became distracted by what was going on around her. She had never seen so much hedonism in one place, not even in the red light district of the human city! It was hard to look around keep walking at once, but really it was like being in a world full of Gabriels and Hadjara was quite taken with the idea. If anything else, Hadjara hoped Gabriel wouldn’t be annoyed with her for doing whatever she wanted here unless that included trying to bite his throat. But so long as she didn’t do that Hadjara was hopeful that he would let her do whatever she wanted, without scolding her.
”So it’s not a problem that we can’t go back there then,” Hadjara said, looking away from the chaos on the street. And worst come to worst, Hadjara was perfectly capable of making a poncho out of something’s hide. ”I think it looks alright,” Hadjara said happily when Gabriel complimented what she was wearing. There was nothing even vaguely sexual in the way she smiled at him, she just really liked her outfit and was glad that Gabriel wasn’t commenting about her (perfectly fine) shoes again. And this time with the height boost they provided she could actually kiss his face without going on tip-toes which was helpful since he covered up his throat and chest where she could actually easily kiss.
That thought gave Hadjara pause for a second as she realized that Gabriel had picked a jacket that did cover his neck and shoulders completely. Grimly she wondered if that had been deliberate, and knowing full well that if it had been she didn’t have a leg to stand on. Still it was a bit weird to think about; the idea that maybe Gabriel had gone out of his way to get a high collar so she wouldn’t bite him and Malak wasted no time in latching onto that thought.
”No, I’ve never been,” Hadjara said with a shake of her head, trying to shed her sudden darker mood, ”But they looked pretty, din’ they?” When she had peered in there had been a lot of pretty girls dressed in even less than what she was wearing, and Hadjara thought she had seen some men in there too. Hadjara hadn’t put much thought into the purpose for the room, but even as sleepy as she felt Hadjara wanted to check it out. Without a warning the little daemon picked up her pace, catching hold of Gabriel’s hand as she walked past him, eager to see what the strip club had to offer. She knew the way back, even if she had seen this part of the city once before Malak had a photographic memory that she was able to tap into and that came in handy for navigation.