The Kaosophile
Your Friendly Neighbourhood Archon
Leuther started at the sound of someone's voice, hand twitching witch flipped the egg he was frying onto the floor, "Wha-- who--" Then Leuther remembered the events of the night before when he saw Eona. Leuther opened his mouth to say something, then stopped and looked down at himself. He was still in his underwear! What do I do? Do I play it off? Do I quickly excuse myself? Can I slip out of the room before she looks up?
Leuther wasn't an unattractive individual; he was lean and muscular, but not 'roid-rage veiny, his greek heritage showed with his olive skin tone, but it was still impolite.
"You startled me, let me go get some cleaning supplies, I'll be right back" Leuther said, quickly and quietly walking up the stairs, into the master bedroom and throwing open his closet doors. Pyjamas? No, that would make me seem too comfortable with her in the house... but I can't very well put on formal attire at... nine in the morning! Umm...
Leuther found a lightweight black tee and blue jeans after a few seconds of digging. I need to stop being so full of myself, do I really only have one pair of jeans?
He quickly shoved on the clothing, and slinked back down the stairs. "I think another shareholder must have moved the cleaning supplies, let me just wipe up the mess with a towel" Leuther said, doing so. Do I even have cleaning supplies here? "Anyway, do you want waffles? Also, one egg, or two?"
Leuther wasn't an unattractive individual; he was lean and muscular, but not 'roid-rage veiny, his greek heritage showed with his olive skin tone, but it was still impolite.
"You startled me, let me go get some cleaning supplies, I'll be right back" Leuther said, quickly and quietly walking up the stairs, into the master bedroom and throwing open his closet doors. Pyjamas? No, that would make me seem too comfortable with her in the house... but I can't very well put on formal attire at... nine in the morning! Umm...
Leuther found a lightweight black tee and blue jeans after a few seconds of digging. I need to stop being so full of myself, do I really only have one pair of jeans?
He quickly shoved on the clothing, and slinked back down the stairs. "I think another shareholder must have moved the cleaning supplies, let me just wipe up the mess with a towel" Leuther said, doing so. Do I even have cleaning supplies here? "Anyway, do you want waffles? Also, one egg, or two?"