07-27-2023, 09:10 PM
His house was really nice. Rune hadn’t seen anything like it since coming to Moscow. Seriously. He had a freaking door man! All the Atharim houses she’d been in were functional and plain. Boring. Not a bit of decoration or paint color to be found. At the time this has been all she’d known and didnt think twice about it. Now, she drank it in and found that she liked that kind of thing. “Niiiice place,” she nodded after they entered, but Mikhail promptly doffed his clothes down to underwear. Rune looked. I mean, she couldn’t not look. It’s not like she’d had opportunities to look before. Not in person anyway. On the Wallet didn’t count.
Then she realized she was looking and immediately looked anywhere else. She was grateful that he went toward the back, though she caught herself looking again as he did. She was suddenly really nervous. Luckily, he came back in sweat clothes, but she grimaced at the robe. Even if she changed in the bathroom, the idea of coming back out in nothing but that made her question whether or not hot food was worth it all. Then he would be the one doing the looking.
But her stomach was rumbling. “Do you, um, er, I mean. Thanks but i’d rather just wear what you’re wearing.” She hoped the robe wasn’t the only offering. Sure, she had a narrower waist than Mikhail, but their hips were close enough to the same, and most sweats had pull strings. And it’s not like Rune cared about looking like a princess. Only thing was she had an inkling of how these kinds of situations worked. She just, well, wouldn’t just robbing some street shop be easier? Then there was the little nagging issue that she actually kind of liked him.
Then she realized she was looking and immediately looked anywhere else. She was grateful that he went toward the back, though she caught herself looking again as he did. She was suddenly really nervous. Luckily, he came back in sweat clothes, but she grimaced at the robe. Even if she changed in the bathroom, the idea of coming back out in nothing but that made her question whether or not hot food was worth it all. Then he would be the one doing the looking.
But her stomach was rumbling. “Do you, um, er, I mean. Thanks but i’d rather just wear what you’re wearing.” She hoped the robe wasn’t the only offering. Sure, she had a narrower waist than Mikhail, but their hips were close enough to the same, and most sweats had pull strings. And it’s not like Rune cared about looking like a princess. Only thing was she had an inkling of how these kinds of situations worked. She just, well, wouldn’t just robbing some street shop be easier? Then there was the little nagging issue that she actually kind of liked him.