Sebastian looked at Rae, struggling with some sudden dark irritation and sighed pinching the bridge of his nose to keep his temper in check.
"Seriously dude, behave... and maybe put some clothes on. You're going to permanently damage my Guardian's eyes and she needs those to watch out for me... Emphasis on the MY Guardian bit, so hands off." He glanced at Serena, "I will."
He hopped into the shower after grabbing clothes... It took him maybe fifteen minutes to bathe and throw some pants on. He came out with his shirt thrown over his shoulder as he dried his hair. He hadn't wanted to leave Serena alone any longer than was needed because Rae was a little overly curious at times and he REALLY didn't need the gossip that he'd have to compel out of everyone if the guy noticed Serena's scars.
"You ready to grab some breakfast? Anna and Gunner will probably be heading there..."
He glanced worriedly between the two, hoping nothing had happened while he'd been getting dressed.
~*~
Anna laughed, "I can see that... I think this was all part of your plan. Get beaten up by a bunch of Moroi so I'd take pity on you and take off your clothes," she teased. Then she quirked a smile, "Though... the putting the clothes back on thing does put a damper on those plans." She finished buttoning his shirt, another glimpse at her wrist had a spike of anxiety shooting through her and she decided she needed to talk to Serena soon... Find out how long it would take for the addiction to settle down, though once an addict... She cringed at that thought and tugged her bracelettes up to cover the mark again.
She'd never been fed off of often or closely together enough to really get addicted but was it possible that now that she DID feel this need that it would never go away? How could Gunner ever understand the way she'd let herself be used... She pulled away from those thoughts, Gunner hadn't judged her like that... He'd been nothing but sweet since but... she couldn't help but worry. She understood now why Serena was always fiddling with her scarves and tugging her hair into place... part of it might be shame but the other part was the guilt that despite NOT wanting to she still... She glanced at Gunner, suddenly in a depressed mood.
"We should... get to breakfast."
"Seriously dude, behave... and maybe put some clothes on. You're going to permanently damage my Guardian's eyes and she needs those to watch out for me... Emphasis on the MY Guardian bit, so hands off." He glanced at Serena, "I will."
He hopped into the shower after grabbing clothes... It took him maybe fifteen minutes to bathe and throw some pants on. He came out with his shirt thrown over his shoulder as he dried his hair. He hadn't wanted to leave Serena alone any longer than was needed because Rae was a little overly curious at times and he REALLY didn't need the gossip that he'd have to compel out of everyone if the guy noticed Serena's scars.
"You ready to grab some breakfast? Anna and Gunner will probably be heading there..."
He glanced worriedly between the two, hoping nothing had happened while he'd been getting dressed.
~*~
Anna laughed, "I can see that... I think this was all part of your plan. Get beaten up by a bunch of Moroi so I'd take pity on you and take off your clothes," she teased. Then she quirked a smile, "Though... the putting the clothes back on thing does put a damper on those plans." She finished buttoning his shirt, another glimpse at her wrist had a spike of anxiety shooting through her and she decided she needed to talk to Serena soon... Find out how long it would take for the addiction to settle down, though once an addict... She cringed at that thought and tugged her bracelettes up to cover the mark again.
She'd never been fed off of often or closely together enough to really get addicted but was it possible that now that she DID feel this need that it would never go away? How could Gunner ever understand the way she'd let herself be used... She pulled away from those thoughts, Gunner hadn't judged her like that... He'd been nothing but sweet since but... she couldn't help but worry. She understood now why Serena was always fiddling with her scarves and tugging her hair into place... part of it might be shame but the other part was the guilt that despite NOT wanting to she still... She glanced at Gunner, suddenly in a depressed mood.
"We should... get to breakfast."