Oh joy! This was spiraling out of control! Nic had cussed out Kiel, all because of her comment! She had watched the unfolding drama with, at first, a mischievous grin, and then a feigned look of shock. Kiel seemed perplexed with the outburst, his face seeming to ooze sadness. And then he stood and begin to gather his belongings.
Oh no. She was not going to get involved with this. Sure, she'd started it, but it had slipped from her control the minute Nic opened his mouth.
Is that what you tell yourself? asked a little voice in her head. Do you really believe you're that innocent? That you're the victim here?
“Shut up,” she growled quietly.
"Kiel, don't be that way. Kiel." called Nic. And then the 'Vari was out the door, having muttered something as he strode out. Nic called after his friend again and then raced after him.
Oh joy. This was spiraling out of control. Her company was out the door, leaving her and the Dardanian staring at the entryway in bewilderment. She watched as if she was being controlled as she stood, leaving her shoes and food and headed for the door.
Oh no! She was getting involved with this! She headed out into the cold night, the only thing between her feet and the pavement being the feet her pantyhose. Her head swung back and forth, trying to find Nic or Kiel. Why was the Plaza so busy this early in the morning?
There. She saw two figures facing each other not to far ahead. Her near-bare feet carried her swiftly towards them, her honey-blonde waves swishing along her back as she sprinted.
She arrived, panting, at her destination, red-faced and tired. “Hey, you know, just thought I'd go for a jog,” she wheezed. It wasn't that she was unfit, she'd just ran a distance really, really fast with a belly just crammed with food and water.
Boy, did she have to pee.
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