Private for Attrius. Tessera 4th, 81381. Nell whirred around his home, straightening anything out of place as he went. It had been a significant while since anyone had been there other than himself and his plants, and it was sure in bad shape. He had been feeding them when he’d remembered that he would have Requiem over today. As he ran through each room, paying most of his attention to the sitting room, small vine like appendages grew from around him, almost giving the appearance of growing from him himself, to help him with his frantic cleaning. His home was decorated in a very modern, contemporary style. Slick and sleek metal with a dulled silver varnish and dark chocolate, leather cushions set a dark and rich mood. Floor lamps of the same silver as the furniture lit the room with a comfortable, dimmed light. The atmosphere was exactly the way Nell liked. And his plants, his babies, a great contrast from the browns and rustic silvers. It would seem that he would need more light to promote their growth; however this was not the case. They were primarily nocturnal, only needing a minimum to no amount of light to survive. He used them for nearly everything they could offer him; help around the house, food – from those that weren’t poisonous, and various other services. They were his retreat for when he was away from the usual days he saw, with Req’, Jell and Will. Honestly, he felt that if someone were to visit, having never been there, they wouldn’t think that this could be the place he lived – because it was so toned down from the outward appearance of his life that others saw. Finally pleased with his cleaning, he hushed his vegetations back into their beds and ran to the other end of the house, nearly slipping on a throw rug and loosing the loose articles he meant to toss on the bed of his room. He sighed after composing himself, flinging his horde onto the bed, and rifling through his closet for something decent to wear. He threw on a thin, gray, zip-up with thick horizontal stripes of the same colour over his white shirt, after not really finding anything desirable to wear, and a dark wash pair of jeans. Content with himself, he closed up his room and walked back towards the kitchen; opened the fridge and pulled out a piece of meat, chewing on it as he stood there with the door wide open to the world. Now he could only wait.
<blockquote> ooc. Could you change the date to the fourth? Requiem would be with Cayson on the second and probably on the third. And, I apologize for how much this sucks. ic. Requiem had been dreaming of hell. Great white sheets of tundra and snow, and the blood that bloomed like red flowers on the ice when you killed your first phocidae. He woke with a film of sweat over his body, trembling and half-naked, and then rose to watch the sun rise. Then he showered and dressed in gray skinny jeans tight enough to be a second skin, paired with several neon-colored bracelets, and a black hoodie that went over a shirt that matched his eyes. The half-Yki pulled the hood up for inconspicuosity, left the house, and walked over to Nell’s, a messenger bag slung over his torso. “NELL ASINIO. I WANT FOOD." Requiem Falahau, in all his rockstar glory, threw himself through the door. He walked over to the earth-colored arden, looped his arms around his best friend, and kissed him on the cheek. He reminded him of a night of fog over swirling rock formations. "Guess what," he purred, running one hand through Nell's too-gorgeous-to-be-true chocolate hair. "I got a boooyfriend." Him and Nell had once been in a relationship for half a year. They’d fucked, and held each other close when they’d needed to, but they’d never really loved each other as anything more than best friends. Nell was the yang to his yin – they were brothers that had never been, tied by the time they’d cut their palms and made a blood bond and a million unbroken promises.
ooc. sorryyy, had a busy spell with school. Nell smiled as a familiar hand ran through his hair, his mind thinking of nights of times past that were only to be remembered and never revisited. He let go of the door, letting it swing shut behind him as he turned around to see Requiem standing there. A hurried, half made sandwhich in hand, he spoke between mouthfuls. "Ooooh," he chimed interestedly, "Who is it that's got my Requiem in such high spirits? Do tell."
<blockquote>ooc. That's okaaaay. ic. In the next moment, Requiem's acid-green eyes flickered to Nell's and held him there. "I will, I will. I just want a sandwich, too." A second nod before 'Quiem offered his trademark half-grin to Nell, the right corner of his mouth jaunting upwards for a moment before settling back into stillness. "He's the one and only Cayson Lapices - Koani Grader's son. You haven't seen us at all the newstands and newspapers? Tabloids have gotten us quite a few times, 'specially at my dad's Tumhuem party. I don't think I pointed him out to you there... sorry I abandoned you guys after the song. We were... uh, upstairs. His eyes flickered to the side as he lounged against a wall. "And - don't spill this to the press, Nell'ni - but he's fantastic in the sack," he said, laughing.</blockquote>
