Re: Feeling (not so) Good.

[OpenTheDoor]

A good one with loads of laughs... Yeah, one of ours was on whether steel was an alloy or not, another on Neil Diamond and songs. Tonight was based on a music quiz with my brothers.
I hate politics but I'm good at debating about things as well as making it funny

"Best nights sleep. Ever..." Ilia murmured, rolling onto her side.
Her eyes opened slightly to see the decor; tres chic, non? It was obvious that he knew how to decorate and was completely different to the baby blue of her room back home... Home. That was a point. Slowly, she rose from her bed, her hair messed up completely not that it mattered to her.
Slipping out of bed, she wondered how the hell she was going to get her clothes and things; she only had her work clothes and a dressing gown that was thrown at the end of the bed, probably to complete the look.
She clicked open the door, peeping her head around the corners to check if Marco was there. Clear.
Ilia, just get some juice and then-
"Crap!" she cussed after stumping her toe on a rather nice stair railing.
Sucking in the pain, she continued her little adventure into the unknown, hopefully to get some breakfast.

[peachie-keen]

So his house is like a rather nice, rather rather large and well decorated cottage. If that's possible. Oh, he'd have a full walk in wardrobe ready for his kidnapee if she would be willing to look for it

"Was that the sound of my beautiful Ilia awakening?" Marco asked as he practically glided across the oak stairs without a sound, a tray of a veriety of drinks was held in his sturdy hands. As he reached the top step, he smiled and nodded to Ilia, a very wide smile. He was dressed in a crisp black shirt, a grey cardigan, and a pair of tight dark jeans, though a soft dark grey leather jacket was hung over the banister of the stairs. Even without the signature jacket, he still smelled of leather, and of course, a musky aftershave.

[OpenTheDoor]

Okie dokie, thanks for the heads-up

"I'm still pretty sure that you can read minds, especially when it comes to food and drinks," Ilia smirked, taking a glass of orange juice, "How did you sleep?"
Even though she was up to her nose in the juice, the smell of that deadly mix of aftershave and leather was more potent.

[peachie-keen]

Oh, and NSDAP=The German Worker's Party= THE NAZI PARTY.

[OpenTheDoor]

Then there wouldn't be much debating, eh? You'll be telling them all the things. For a princess your missing a lot of points XD

[Charlie]

'ello

[peachie-keen]

"Ah, well, food needs to be eaten, drink needs to be drunk, is that right?" He shrugged, resisting the urge to let his smile get larger. "Oh, I slept fine, Ilia, as did you, I assume?"

[Charlie]

so... how can alex jump back in

[peachie-keen]

Meh.

AND HELLO THERE MISTER UNICORN!

[Charlie]

?

[OpenTheDoor]

"Just fine, just fine... Well, the best sleep I've had since...I dunno when actually," she shrugged, "but I got to get dressed now etcetera so I'll see you in a tick, okay? And also have you got any eggs?"
She gave a quizzical look before finishing off the glass that she had. Gently, she placed it back on the tray before picking up another.

[peachie-keen]

I still haven't replied to him :*

[Charlie]

i know... but if its a different day would he still be in the coffee shop

[peachie-keen]

"Of course, Miss Ilia! What do you take me for?" Marco exclaimed, before chuckling. He led her back into her room, placing the selection of drinks onto a surface. "How do you like your eggs? And which type do you prefer?" he asked without batting an eyelid.

[peachie-keen]

Hmm.
Good question.
Hadn't thought of that.
Well, Dixie only works on Saturdays, and Costa would *probably* be closed for a few days anyway...
Any ideas?

[Charlie]

ummm Alex is a runner and how ever cliched it might be he could be running into the park and they could run into eachother

[OpenTheDoor]

"Scrambled, nothing fancy," she smirked, "Thanks, again."
She put her glass on the side before taking a seat on her bed, picking up her phone. Twenty three messages and fifty nine missed calls. Crap.

[peachie-keen]

maaaybe...

If he drives, he could nearly run her over...

Or she could be doing some retail therapy, and she rushes out of the shop, and he runs into her, and knocks her new purchase into the road which then gets RUN OVER c:<

[peachie-keen]

"Which type, young miss?" Marco repeated, taking a step closer, inquisitive as to why her expression changed so suddenly as she looked at her phone. "We have duck, hen, goose, pigeon, quail..." his voice trailed off as he inhaled, exhaling shortly after.

[OpenTheDoor]

Ilia raised a brow, "I said nothing fancy. Hen's fine with me, anyway, you wouldn't get much from a quail, eh?" she smirked.
She put her phone down on the side, deciding that she's need to talk to Marco about the whole 'family' thing even though hers wasn't all close-knit anyway.

[Charlie]

I like that second one

[peachie-keen]

Retail therapy? hahaaaa I'm ready to blow a hole into Dixie's pocket...

"Fancy?" Marco frowned. "Eggs aren't fancy in the least, unless of course you speak of caviar, which is mildly expensive compared to others. But I dislike that anyway..." he continued, then recollected himself. "Maybe quail egg isn't quite suitable for scrambled egg, but if hen is your preference..." once again, he trailed off, taking half a step in the direction of the door. "Hen, are you sure?" he asked, almost sadly.

[OpenTheDoor]

"Fine, just go for whatever you think then Marco."
Her eyes rolled as she chuckled. As her phone buzzed once more, she ignored it before standing up. So far she has worked out that there was an en-suite, but that was a rather large wardrobe...
"Oh. My. God."
She swung open the door to see the river of clothes and shoes. Her eyes glistened as she leapt in.

[Charlie]

Alex was running down the streets of the city, getting weird looks from the people. But he ignored them. He breathedin through his nose and out through his mouth.

[peachie-keen]

g2g guyssssssss

[OpenTheDoor]

NO!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well, I need to go too so...

Bye Princess Peach

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