Re: [MATURE] Sexual Healing (Lars)
Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2018 9:23 pm
Brunnhold | Dentis 10, 2718 | Night
The inquiries of what they would do if caught went in one ear and right out the other--not because the passive was apathetic to the potential of both being caught, but because they couldn't really afford to think that way at the moment. He hadn't thought about it when he'd walked up to Fred and snapped his neck, he'd just... done it. His mind had raced with panicked delusions and self-deprecation, but it was his body that took over and did what needed to be done. Hopefully he could do the same now, and they would get through this quickly.
However, Lars didn't ignore his roommate when he went on to talk about if they were questioned. He was well-aware that Fionn had a rather unruly temper; he had seen it himself and had seen the way he spoke to his patron as if he was just another worthless servant. They didn't need him going off on anyone right now, especially not if they were caught with the body. They were in deep shit as it was, having to walk out of here and carry the body fifty feet, where anyone could see them.
"Alright," the older offered with a small nod, "he--I'll do the talking. If we're seen."
As Fionn went about grabbing the patron's limp, heavy legs, Lars did the same with his upper half. He reached underneath the man's arms, grabbing him around his chest and hoisting him up when Fionn did his lower half. His roommate was certainly correct, the man was clocking heavy, though Lars didn't strain under the weight as he would've earlier in the year. More frequent shifts in the outdoors had seen to that, as much as he despised the work.
Despite the situation, Fionn's snappy comment about Fred's weight actually made Lars laugh, the man's face brightening up with an amused smile; a show of pristine, sharp teeth. It was an interesting juxtaposition with the little spatter of blood on his cheek, but the smile faded soon enough, the passive putting his attention back into the task at hand.
Fifty feet was a lot when you were carrying a heavy corpse, but still, it didn't take too long before the passives had carried the body to the stairs. No one was around--not in Lars' sight at least--and he prayed to the gods that meant they were safe.
Fred's corpse was sent tumbling down the stairs into darkness, and Lars glanced over to his roommate with a nervous note to his blue gaze.
However, Lars didn't ignore his roommate when he went on to talk about if they were questioned. He was well-aware that Fionn had a rather unruly temper; he had seen it himself and had seen the way he spoke to his patron as if he was just another worthless servant. They didn't need him going off on anyone right now, especially not if they were caught with the body. They were in deep shit as it was, having to walk out of here and carry the body fifty feet, where anyone could see them.
"Alright," the older offered with a small nod, "he--I'll do the talking. If we're seen."
As Fionn went about grabbing the patron's limp, heavy legs, Lars did the same with his upper half. He reached underneath the man's arms, grabbing him around his chest and hoisting him up when Fionn did his lower half. His roommate was certainly correct, the man was clocking heavy, though Lars didn't strain under the weight as he would've earlier in the year. More frequent shifts in the outdoors had seen to that, as much as he despised the work.
Despite the situation, Fionn's snappy comment about Fred's weight actually made Lars laugh, the man's face brightening up with an amused smile; a show of pristine, sharp teeth. It was an interesting juxtaposition with the little spatter of blood on his cheek, but the smile faded soon enough, the passive putting his attention back into the task at hand.
Fifty feet was a lot when you were carrying a heavy corpse, but still, it didn't take too long before the passives had carried the body to the stairs. No one was around--not in Lars' sight at least--and he prayed to the gods that meant they were safe.
Fred's corpse was sent tumbling down the stairs into darkness, and Lars glanced over to his roommate with a nervous note to his blue gaze.