Fayane shook her head even as Allen struggled with his trousers, cursing colourfully. Silently she passed him a length of cord she'd hunted up for him. Taking it with a grumbled thanks, Allen tied off the overly large trousers.

"None that I can recall." She answered. "This may sound odd, but ...

"Thank you, lad." Allen sighed out before standing with a groan to check the meal. Coming along, but not done. Allen stood at the counter and popped his back, feeling as though he were hundred of years older than he actually was. Changers... he was only middle aged...

He climbed back into the chair ...

Fayane: She raised an eyebrow at this, before smiling slightly. "You may indeed, guardsman Drayel. I shall go alert my mate, you three may feel free to let yourselves in. The gate is just over there." She gestured before moving towards her home.

Moving inside she caught Jerial studying it seemed ...

Fayane :

She looked at his hand a moment, confused by the offering before clasping it in her own hand and shaking it. "That would be...interesting I suppose." She wasn't sure if she liked the fact he wanted to work with her, and knew her mate wouldn't like it, so decided to be polite. "My mate ...

Allen watched the boy eat, satisfied. It wouldn't do to have a scrawny model after all. He could make due with it for now - do some darker images for his more fucked up clients - but beyond that... He watched Sir Mousealot nibble on the cheese - now done with the bread it seems and relaxed, nibbling ...

Allen would never admit how much those softly spoken words hit him right in the chest. He would never admit that it made him feel glad, proud even, to be weak for a moment. So to save himself of embarrassment, Allen switch to his default response: "Yeah, yeah, yeah..." and looked into his cup of tea ...

"I don't see why not." Allen commented, almost airily. Something about cooking or doing his craft made him so at ease. He wasn't even aware of the boy watching him. He noted Pebbles though and tossed a small chunk of bred to him, watching the rodent nibble it enthusiastically. He was making a mini ...

Allen grumbled at his human brother's good-natured questions. "Obviously I was flat on my fucking ass or I would've bloody well taken those young little fuckers by the balls and threw them across the bloody city-state." Allen was not pleased, they'd taken his favourite brew along with his clothes ...

Allen was cold, tired, hung-over and wet. He was in quite the sour mood until he saw his favourite human, another human and- WOAH! Sexy leggy female! "Well hellooo tall, dark and leggy! See something ye like?" Her eyes... holy changers... and he thought the streets were cold. It was like staring ...

"It's women's work, as far as I was brought up boy." Allen gruffed out. This was not a topic he liked. He looked over and back tot he kitchen. "Well if yer not picky we'll just sort out what ye like and don't like via testing, aye?" And with that, Allen stood and shuffled to the kitchen, grabbing an ...

Allen, to say the least, was not in the best of moods. He'd gone out to drink, have some fun, grope some leggy human females, and generally leave Chess the house for some magic-crap. And then of course the barman kicked Allen out for pinching his daughters ass. Bloody sodding tosser.... So then ...

I'm Fay so I'll be using Fayane and Allen - Allen for pure humor, Fay because she's a guard. I have another troublemaker as well if we need him but playing 3 characters in a thread is a bit ambitious, no?

Allen looked up at the serious boy, managing to think he might've touched a nerve. Likes to act like he has little to no ability, only his brother, doesn't want to talk about his past. Not hard to figure out something happened to his parents that he blames himself for. Allen reflected before ...

Allen nodded. "Right, no family talks. Fair enough, actually same you you." His voice actually darkened for a moment, along with his eyes before he shook himself out of it. "Alright. I don't mind experiments in here, or in your room, or wherever, just don't blow the place up." Allen told the boy ...

Allen chocked on his tea and almost spit it clear across the room at Chess's initial response. Hacking as Chess intoned about books and contacts, Allen flapped a hand to say he understood even though he really didn't. Managing to sufficiently clear out his air-pipe thing in his throat, Allen sucking ...