Brighter Days and Broken Street Lights

@ BadStreetBoys

"You get that, says delicate, perfect lookin' Angel boy," She waved her hands dramatically, speaking with that same mocking tone, as if his presence was bothersome, like a fly buzzing around your head.

He wasn't, though, she was miffed to be figuring out.

@ k1ssmysass
Beau chuckled and rolled his eyes. "Personally not really, but I know you better than anyone else. So yeah I get it." He retorted sassily, grinning eat or ear as he looked at Emilee.

Beau knew he wasn't much of a bother, but if she wanted to mock he would too. He enjoyed some fun in his life.

@ BadStreetBoys

Emilee laid back against the wall, the gently worn paint crinkling against her back. "D' you gotta blanket I can borrow? It's fucking frigid in here." She wouldn't sit on his bed. That felt too personal. Too close, for someone so turned off from touch or closeness, whether it be emotionally or physically.

She wanted to sit on the floor with a blanket wrapped around her and avoid room service. They would eye the pair suspiciously. She didn't want to know what they'd think of her in her current, sloppy state.

@ BadStreetBoys

Emilee laid back against the wall, the gently worn paint crinkling against her back. "D' you gotta blanket I can borrow? It's fucking frigid in here." She wouldn't sit on his bed. That felt too personal. Too close, for someone so turned off from touch or closeness, whether it be emotionally or physically.

She wanted to sit on the floor with a blanket wrapped around her and avoid room service. They would eye the pair suspiciously. She didn't want to know what they'd think of her in her current, sloppy state.

Beau nodded and grabbed a blanket, tossing it to her. "I know it is. Not sure why they keep it cold." He said and wrapped his wings around himself. Beau enjoyed being alone with her simply because he was able to have them out. The door was knocked on which causes Beau to quickly pull on a large sweatshirt and he walked over to the door.

The room servant slid the tray into their room, Beau handing him a stack of cash. Beau turned and looked back at Emilee as the servant left. He took the top off the food and picked one plate up, offering it. "Eat up, you can pay me back." He said and sat down besides her grinning slightly.

@ k1ssmysass

@ BadStreetBoys
"Sure," She quirked a brow at him. She wondered if he was always this cheery - and if so, how? How could one never drop a smile or a friendly glow in their eye?

"Here, just set it down," She requested, unable to grasp the heavy glassware with one and a half hands. She'd yet to bandage her hand properly, and it had blistered along her palm in a few spots.

@ BadStreetBoys
"Sure," She quirked a brow at him. She wondered if he was always this cheery - and if so, how? How could one never drop a smile or a friendly glow in their eye?

"Here, just set it down," She requested, unable to grasp the heavy glassware with one and a half hands. She'd yet to bandage her hand properly, and it had blistered along her palm in a few spots.

Beau sat besides Emilee and set the plate in her lap. "Would you like me to fix your hand?" He asked, a flash of worry splayed across his features. Beau didn't like when people were hurting, especially his guards.

After a moment he took Emilee's hand in his and just held it, son a slight warm feeling was bestowed upon her hand as he begun to heal it. Within the next minute or so he let go,then smiled happily as her hand was now healed.

@ k1ssmysass

@ BadStreetBoys
Emilee nearly jerked her hand back when he took it. "No more... takin' my hand randomly. Please." She forced out the last word in a tight hiss, examining her hand with admiration bright in her narrowed eyes.

She plucked a piece of bacon from her plate and tossed it onto the floor as a lure for Moxie, since they lacked a proper cat food for the timid kitten.

@ BadStreetBoys
Emilee nearly jerked her hand back when he took it. "No more... takin' my hand randomly. Please." She forced out the last word in a tight hiss, examining her hand with admiration bright in her narrowed eyes.

She plucked a piece of bacon from her plate and tossed it onto the floor as a lure for Moxie, since they lacked a proper cat food for the timid kitten.

@ BadStreetBoys
It keeps saying you replied, but it never shows up? Anyway, I think we should spice this up a little. Not sure how though. I figure Emilee could just have a brief spell of bad luck for awhile. Maybe she could get attacked or something along those lines and start acting differently and more standoffish and wild? Not sure. It'd bring them closer; him trying to help her go back to her normal self.)