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Topic Started: Jan 2 2014, 12:43 PM (1,851 Views)
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The events of the past two days were exhausting, especially the last few hours. The male thief was wounded, but his pride and determination to keep struggling onward were still thankfully intact. It wasn't easy to move around like this though due to his wounds, but Artorius had to do his best to make it towards their next location. Their next destination was none other than the thief's hideout -- a building situated on the southeast end of Fiore.

The building itself had been abandoned for decades, and even getting to it through ordinary means was difficult as it was closed off from the rest of the city due to various gates and other miscellaneous obstacles which barred entry. But, for a pretty price, Artorius had bought out and paid off a few people so that he would be able to use it for himself, privately of course, in exchange for acting like they knew nothing of it. It was all done anonymously of course, with very little or nothing at all to potentially trace it back towards Artorius. But, even though he knew that, it was still likely that the location would soon be compromised. Yet, they had nowhere else that was immediately close to go to. This was all they had, and it would have to serve that purpose for now.

The first step was finding the entrance. There were various hidden and sealed off entrances that they could choose from. This time, Artorius merely chose the closest but it was still a ways away. As the man walked, he kept his hand clutched tightly on his sore side, feeling the soft but slightly cut and scuffed fabric of his hoodie on his hand. Artorius wheezed a bit of a laugh as he thought about it. "You tell me to cover up but you're not exactly wearing much either, Artesia," the man spoke with a stifled chuckle.

Shaking his head, Artorius pointed towards a nearby alley. After turning a corner, the man pointed towards a brick wall. "Turn around," Artorius instructed. He didn't exactly want her seeing how to get into his secret club house, now did he? Though, knowing her, she would somehow find a way to get in anyway. But it's not like Artorius didn't know that. Might as well make it hard for her. Unintentional zinger. Nevertheless, a few bricks had been pressed in, which revealed a false wall which opened up for them. Now, ahead of them was a long, narrow corridor which would lead them towards Artorius' hideout. They couldn't exactly waltz in through the front door, now could they?

Leading the way forward, Artorius pulled a lever at the end of the corridor, revealing a hidden staircase. Climbing up the stairs, Artorius slid a door open. After stepping through it, the two thieves would find that they entered through what was actually a false back of a cabinet. Once they entered through, the two would find themselves in a rather simple apartment. There was a bit of dust and the building itself was kind of old, but it was modestly furnished. A bed stood in the corner of the room with a small table beside it, and a rocking chair next to the table. In the center of the room towards the doorway stood a kitchen table, with different colored chairs all around it. There was a small kitchen within the room, but it had all the necessary things which would allow it to be called a kitchen. Next to the room was a door which led to a modest bathroom, and through the doorway by the table was the front entrance and a window to the outside.

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"The inside of this place looks ordinary, a bit plain if you ask me, but it's remote and secure. This place isn't even on the grid. Years ago, this place was used as a base of operations for a foreign spy agency. I knew a guy who knew a guy, and I managed to nab this place and keep their mouths shut," Artorius spoke as he made his way in and tossed off his jacket, revealing his shirtless form. Notably, his bandages had a fair bit of blood seeping through, but there were also various cuts from the escape that were still fresh. "But, we can't stay here forever. Even they might manage to find this place, but if they do we'll have a path to escape from."

"For now, we should clean ourselves and rest up. I feel we'll be having a long day ahead of us," he spoke astutely as he stretched his limbs, but quickly found himself wincing from his wounds. "Make yourself at home, Artesia. I'm gonna wash all this damned blood off myself. But, when I finish, I'll need you to ask you to bandage me up. Lucky you. By the way, I'm should tell you -- the bathroom lock is busted."
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T'was true. She wasn't wearing anything to cover her midsection either but that didn't mean they were in the same boat, not even in the slightest -alright, maybe in the slightest-. For starters he was bleeding more than she was and while it wasn't life threatening his collection of injuries were enough to potentially draw unwanted attention towards them and the last thing they needed was undue attention being focused upon them, what with the death squad and everything out there to get them and all. Artesia would smirk in response to Artorius's own but without much else to say she opted to remain silent, or at least she did until they arrived at the entrance to his 'hideout'. 'I bet you say that to all the girls." She said in jest before giving a small chuckle. She could understand the desire to keep at least some things from her given Artorius's situation so she wasn't about to complain, nor was she going to bother actually sneaking a peek at the entrance mechanism. If she needed to get in there some time without Artorius around -which was doubtful- she was sure she'd be able to figure it out. After all, she didn't get where she was currently and with the reputations he owned without knowing a thing or two about the trade.

The inside of the building which Artesia followed Artorius in order to enter wasn't what you would upscale or high class but it held a certain charm all of its own. The walls showed signs of their age and so too did the flooring and ceiling, but what was to be expected from a place which was supposed to be secret. It was obvious that Artorius was either a simple man when it came to the need for matching furniture or he shared Artesia's view on it which was that if it worked and it didn't make your eyes bleed when you looked at it then it was all good, oh, and comfort of course. Comfort was paramount, comfort was -and forever would be- the god of all attributes in the worlds of furniture, bedding and clothing. In fact comfort was the major reason she always opted to leave her midsection uncovered. Something about covering it up just made her feel constricted and confined, which as you can imagine would never be a good thing for a free and spirited young woman such as Artesia herself.

As her teal eyes scanned the buildings layout and everything within its confines Artesia listened to Artorius with mild amusement, it was as if he was trying to convince himself of the places worth not her. Honestly, did she look like the kind of woman that would have cared if it was somewhat ordinary? She'd have liked to think that she looked more like a genuine and down to earth kind of girl than that. "What you call plain or ordinary I call comfortable." She smiled with a hint of her almost trademark smirk sneaking its way to the edge of her lips. "Don't stress so much, it doesn't suit you." She said in a joking sense while focusing her gaze on his now uncovered upper body. He'd sure gotten himself into one heck of a state hadn't he, remind her again how he'd managed it considering he fell, actually never mind, don't remind her.

Artorius's next comment came with what Artesia couldn't decipher, she got the feeling that the man was simply trying to be nice and legitimately warn her in regards to the broken lock on the bathroom door and yet she couldn't help but see the mischievous side of the comment. Perhaps it was simply her own brain running away with her, or perhaps it was a mixture of that shirtless form she'd been seeing and said brain working tandem, either way she wasn't doubting she could have been perverting something which hadn't been intended to be. Then again, he did make a comment regarding her being lucky to help him dress his wounds immediately prior to the bathroom comment, had that been to set her mind on the path of mischief? There was no real concrete way for her to tell but that didn't really bother Artesia, she was never afraid of a little mischief, even if there was danger to go along with it.

"Oh? Well now," She said changing tone slightly as her smirk grew larger, "That's interesting." If Artorius had thought the woman's usual smirk and glances held mischief and amusement behind them then he would be surprised by the ones the woman held on her face as she watched him leave for the bathroom. Of course she wasn't going to actually do anything to act on said expressions but he wouldn't know that and perhaps that was why she found it so amusing, nothing like a little game here and there now was there.

When Artorius disappeared into the bathroom and the door closed behind him Artesia gave a single and solitary chuckle to herself before taking a seat on one of the chairs at the table the place had to offer her. Finally with time to think and time to feel she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, it sure had been one heck of a day to say the least.

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Artorius couldn't help but laugh a bit at Artesia's comment, addressing what he said by jokingly and light-heartedly saying he said such things to all the girls. Without missing a beat, perhaps due to the fact that he had expected such a quip in the first place, or maybe the two knew each others' personalities enough by now to predict such a statement, Artorius replied in equal amounts of chest and amusement. "No," the man began, talking a short moment to pause for dramatic effect. "Only the pretty ones." And boom goes the dynamite. It was, if anything, in half-jest because Artesia was undeniably appealing to the male eye. But, to be fair, it was in response to his line 'turn around.' It was practically impossible not to say something witty in response to her quip. Just impossible, as if he were physically and mentally compelled to respond with something equally amusing and partially flirtatious in retort.

Once they got into the apartment, with Artorius in his shirtless form with bandages wrapped around his upper body, he could feel Artesia's teal-colored eyes gazing upon his form he couldn't help but stifle a smirk. "You done staring or can I go have my shower now?" Artorius spoke with an amused expression. "Try taking a picture next time. I'll do whatever pose you want," Artorius finished with an amused sense of sarcastic wit. Following this, Artorius made his way towards the bathroom and closed the door behind him with some clean clothes in his hands. Turning the handle of the shower, Artorius let the water run a bit to warm up before disrobing, casually tossing his dirty clothing on the ground.

Peeling out of his bandages was a difficult task, especially considering that the blood had dried onto them and his skin a bit already. So, freeing himself from it while it was still dry was a painful task. So, the man had to remove them while in the shower, doing so slowly so as not to rip some skin off of his body before disposing of them in a trash bin in the bathroom. Artorius hadn't lost a huge amount of blood, but it was quite a bit. At the very least, Artesia's meal at Cassandra's cabin had definitely helped to give him some energy again.

Shaking that thought off to the side for now, Artorius ran his fingers through his wet hair and let the warm water wash the blood off of his well defined upper body. As soap and water touched upon his wounds, Artorius couldn't help but wince a bit as they washed off of his body. Glancing around for some shampoo, Artorius noticed a set of women's toiletries in the shower and he couldn't help but try to think of whose they were, and when they were left here. Pouring some of his own shampoo onto his hands, Artorius lathered his hair and conditioned it, rinsing it off of himself.

Turning off the water, Artorius quickly dried himself off with a towel. His body and mind felt greatly refreshed after all that. It was a much needed shower. Dressing himself in a pair of clean pants, Artorius exited the bathroom and entered the main room with a towel around over his shoulders. His body was dried for the most part, but trickles of water would occasionally drop from his damp hair onto his body, trailing down his defined abdomen. He held his dirty clothes in one hand and a first aid kit in the other, the former of which he tossed into a nearby garbage bin. After all, his pants were torn quite a bit and blood soaked to boot. "Hellooo nurse. Gonna stitch me up now?" Artorius spoke with a groan as he sat on his bed.
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Oh, there it was, the use of her own line against her. Well, she couldn't very well complain though given she'd done the same thing to him already. At least it went to show the man was listening to her and that was something worth taking the cold slap which was your own line being used against you. Putting that aside though Artesia found herself rather amused by what had been said, Any pose? Well now he was a brave man to throw that offer around regardless of how serious he was being. "You shouldn't tempt a girl so, I'm sure one day it will come back to bite you." Was it bad that she had to stop herself from adding 'right on that nice tight rear of yours' to the sentence as her eyes ventured down the man's back to where his belt sat? Yeah you're right, if it was wrong then she didn't want to be right, it was that simple.

When Artorius finally disappeared into the bathroom for his shower Artesia spent a few moments sitting on a chair at the kitchen table collecting her thoughts before turning her gaze to the modest fridge which was seemingly calling her name. If Artorius carried around a flask of alcohol then odds were that he would have some in his hideout as well, or at least that was Artesia's reasoning as she made her way to the refrigerator with a sparkle in her eyes. Opening it she spotted what she was after in the form of several different bottles and pulling them out she placed them on the table one by one as if to inspect them when in fact she was merely doing so in order to choose which one to drink first. As she looked at them it turned out that for the second time in the last twenty four hours she had to admit that Artorius had pretty good taste in his alcohol.

By the time Artorius emerged from the bathroom Artesia had already downed what was left of one bottle of alcohol but he need not worry, she wasn't the type to get drunk or even tipsy from such an amount. It was hard for the woman's eyes not to focus on the abs before her in their shining glory but as Artorius stepped into view and she placed the empty bottle down on the table she found herself more interested in the tattoo she could now see fully. With a look of interest and a whistle of appreciation Artesia stood from her seat with a different bottle in hand, "That's a damned real fine piece of ink you've got there." Not being shy had its perks and being able to blatantly given such a compliment was one of them and another was being able to stare at the man's body in order to admire the ink without freaking the fuck out. She'd seen many tattoos in her lifetime thanks to the group she associated with but the one Artorius had was by far one of if not the nicest she'd seen, it must have helped that the canvas was just as fine.

As much as she would have liked to admire the tattoo more and perhaps even closer Artesia decided she'd best behave and so after handing the bottle of alcohol to Artorius to drink she grabbed the first aid kit from his and climbed onto the bed behind him. As she nestled herself behind the man to take care of the cut upon his back she couldn't help but notice how comfortable the mattress seemed like it would have been, perhaps he was a man who enjoyed the finer mattresses in life regardless of the rest of his hideouts appearance which raised an all important line of thought. "Why do I get the feeling this bed has seen more women on all fours than the floor of the sectors church?" Artesia said in jest with a large but hidden grin upon her face. She wouldn't have been surprised if they called for god as well, he seemed like - well never mind those details.

The cut upon the man's back wasn't really too bad but in order to allow them full mobility and to prevent infection it was best if they stitch it up, thankfully Artesia was used to doing such a thing thanks to her line of work and so it was safe to say he was in good hands. In fact she was known for having one of the neatest and most recognisable needlework according to the people of her trade back in Sin. Artesia would reach over Artorius's shoulder to be given the alcohol once more and she'd pour some over the wound to disinfect it before giving it back to him. The pressure of her hand on the area around the wound on his shoulder as she steadied her hands and the flesh she was to stitch together would be Artorius hint of what was to become because she wouldn't say a word.

The fact she was used to and good at stitching up wounds became obvious as she finished the first wound was finished quickly and swiftly -likely much to Artorius's relief-, "One down." She murmured before leaning in to bite through the thread which held the needle to his body. As she did so her breath on the man's skin would be the only clue as to what she was doing other than the slight shift on weight on the mattress which he was sitting on but to be honest Artesia hadn't given the action a single thought, it was how she'd always done it, well unless the person repulsed her to the point even having her face close to them made her want to be sick of course.
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Artorius grinned at the compliment of his tattoo. Truly, it was a splendid piece that he had commissioned, though it was only about as good as the canvas it was painted upon. Getting it done was a painstaking process, even if it was done in all black ink. The sheer amount of time and patience it required was brutal, as one finds it's quite difficult to sit still for such a long amount of time without the need to stretch or scratch. Besides that, traditional ink and tattoo methods were quite painful as opposed to magical ink, which because it was inherently magical, offered a numbing sensation instead of a painful constant prickling of the skin. Still, it was worth the pain and exhaustion, as well as the money. It ended up costing the equivalent of a month or two's rent, but it was worth it because of what it represented. "Thanks. I got it about a week after I left the Lancarri Jungle," Artorius explained, referencing the story that he told Artesia about in Cassandra's cabin. "I figured I should get something to remember that forever. What better way than something that will always be on my skin?"

Being offered a bottle of liquor, Artorius unscrewed the cap and went straight to work, guzzling down a few deep swigs to lighten the old load. The alcohol warmed him right up, but it would also serve to distract him a bit from the pain of his wounds being stitched back up together. Though, as Artesia nestled herself behind him, Artorius winced a bit as he tried his damnedest to stifle a laughter to no avail. Inevitably, the man cracked up quite a bit with a few hearty chuckles, but he couldn't help himself because of what Artesia said. "Please, Artesia. It hurts to laugh. Broken ribs, remember?" Artorius murmured with a breathy cough to clear his throat. "Though, that's quite the astute observation you made there. I could answer in specifics but, you know what, I'll let you think what you want to think," Artorius spoke, his lips curled into a wry and smug smirk. Though, the reality was that Artesia was at least somewhat right. The man wasn't necessarily an overt womanizer, at least not like the notorious Rico de Swave who reportedly gave lessons, but Artorius wasn't exactly thick in the head either when it came to the female persuasion.

Artorius realized his wounds weren't the worst thing he'd ever had, but they hurt, and it was best to patch him up as soon as possible before the wounds became complicated or otherwise worsened. Cassandra's magical bandages did serve to heal him a bit beforehand when they were resting, but the cuts and lacerations had opened up and tore a bit to the point where they would definitely need some tender care. Speaking of tender, the burning pain of alcohol against exposed flesh and wound was uncomfortable, forcing the man's expression to contort into a pained wince. But, he was a good boy and managed not to move too much even while Artesia ran thread and needle through him.

"The feel of your breathe on my skin, your hand on my back, all taking place on my bed, I could get used to this," Artorius boasted, unable to help himself from spewing a silly flirtatious retort, continuing the game of chicken. "Well, maybe not the thread and needle part," he added in with a smirk stretched across his facial features.

"Artesia. You know enough about me, but there's not a whole lot you've told me about yourself. I usually don't intrude on privacy and history, but I'm curious about you,"
the man spoke, his voice sounding a bit more serious, or at least less silly and without the flirtatious snark. Artorius was speaking genuinely nonetheless. It was true. There wasn't much he knew about Artesia other than how she acted and carried herself and her impeccable skills as a thief and mage. Other than that, it was all sort of a blank. Artesia knew about Artorius a bit more though, as he did explain to her the nature of his magical powers, but also a bit more from their short conversation with Jean Barasavi.
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It was a good thing that Artesia wasn't the type of girl to get flustered and embarrassed easily for if she was then she'd likely had died momentarily when Artorius jested in regards to her breath on his skin. Heck, most women would have screamed Kyaaaah~ and collapsed then and there with someone such as Artorius saying things to them but not this one, she was more than capable of throwing the banter back, as she'd already proven time and time again. "And I could get used to this mattress." Artesia returned the ball of banter back to Artorius with a grin of her own spreading across her features. What she said was the truth in every regard though, the mattress beneath her was incredibly comfortable by all standards and she really could have gotten used to it. Whether or not she meant it how Artorius would take it was another thing, but luckily she didn't mind it either way.

After she finished stitching up the wound on Artorius's back Artesia shuffled from behind him on the bed and made her away around in front of him where she'd momentarily stand before him, "You know, you should feel pretty special right now." She'd say with a slightly tilted head a slightly amused expression and just before crouching down to her knees in front of him. In order for her to be able to reach the wounds on the front side of his torso she was going to need to get as close as possible and that meant she would have to shuffle in between his legs, it wasn't like she had a problem with that but it did set up for a nid line. "I don't get down on my knees for just anyone." She added with a playful wink. Yeah, there it was, yet another flirtatious line of banter being tossed around between the pair. Seriously the tension in the air was growing with every moment and yet it seemed that the pair enjoyed it that way, what was life without a little in the way of fun and games? Boring that's what and boring was just that: Boring.

The next wound to be tended to was the cut just above his left hand side peck and as Artesia leant forwards to inspect it and to place her hand around it to steady things she couldn't help but click her tongue several times as she looked at it intensely, "It's a damn shame to see something so fine be damaged." Artesia was referring to Artorius's tattoo but that wasn't to say she didn't mean the body it was inked on at the same time. Once again she would pour some alcohol on the wound before dabbing the excess away with a cotton pad from the first aid kit but this time she'd hand the bottle back to Artorius with a glance upwards accompanying it. "I hope you've got more than those two by the way," She said while referring to the bottles of alcohol she'd found in the refrigerator, "Would be a shame to run out just for disinfecting things." Was this her way of saying she wanted a good strong drink after everything was finished with wounds and what not? Yep, that it was and you couldn't blame her really, not after the day they'd both had. What was that? She'd already had at least half a bottle while Artorius was in the shower? Yeah well, shut up.

The wound on the man's chest was given even closer attention to detail than the one on his back for she didn't want to mark the dragon on his skin even more so than the skin upon his back, this wasn't to say that she hadn't done her best on his shoulder moments earlier though, just her gaze seemed even more intense as her feminine and slender hands worked away at stitching this particular wound. As she stitched it closed Artorius raised conversation and it wasn't the banter they'd been doing, this was a more serious line of conversation and she couldn't say she was surprised to hear it. It was only right she share some information on herself given that he had to reveal himself as a Dragon Slayer and all, but what was there to say that he would be content with without being one of those crazy freaks who said too much?

Without raising her gaze from her work Artesia started to speak and it was obvious that she was speaking in a more serious manner simply by her tone, she lacked the same playful and mischievous hint to it as her banter and flirtatious comments had. "Nothing as exciting as you had to spill I'm afraid. Haven't been here in Fiore for more than a handful of months," She paused momentarily as she realised she no doubt had an accent he'd have picked up on. "No doubt you already knew that much, doesn't take a genius to figure out I'm not native with this accent. I'm from Sin, my father runs a large syndicate there and while I'd tell you all about how well known we are in the right circles I doubt you're the kind to learn much on things from other nations. Or at least I've noticed people here don't know much about us." She finished stitching the wound on his chest up as she finished speaking and so without wasting a moment or a breath she leant in to bite the thread as she'd done previously disregarding that it was perhaps even more awkward given that she was at his front.

The woman leant back to inspect her work as if she was viewing a tapestry she'd just sewn and running her finger along the edge of it she'd give a firm nod as if to say 'good enough'. "Alright, next."
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"I bet you say that to all the boys," Artorius spoke with a grin, matching her words that she said to him just awhile ago. Artorius couldn't help himself as he had been actually waiting to use that line for quite some time. Based on the situation, an opportunity like this was simply too prime to pass up. As a man, no as a human being with a sense of humor, Artorius was compelled and ([a]morally) obligated to say those words back at her with equal parts jest and amusement. Frankly though, he enjoyed talking to the woman in such a fashion. It was light-hearted and entertaining, particularly because she was an interesting and amusing person to talk to, on top of being a rather delectable piece of eye-candy. Though, who could say which he leaned towards more than the other. That's a mystery. But, this was a carefully drawn thin line the two were straddling. Quite the interesting game of chicken they were playing.

"I feel honored," Artorius spoke with a smirk, but the man couldn't help but feel a lump in his throat, as if this game of banter was making his heart beat faster and his blood pressure increase a bit. But, the man managed to keep his cool. Though, it did arguably help that the alcohol dulled the senses. The stitching of his open wounds were keeping him honest as well. "Keep that up and you're gonna give me a heart attack. Or something else entirely," the man said with a breathy exhalation, grabbing the bottle and taking a quick swig to calm his nerves.

Shaking the thought off to the side, Artorius recomposed himself and was back to form, meaning he could continue the battle of flirtatious comments. Stifling a short chuckle, Artorius responded in true form. "So, you talking about the tattoo? Or, are you talking about something else here, Artesia?" The man boasted, referring to either his tattoo or what the tattoo stood upon. "Don't worry. I keep a safe somewhere in the room. I'll pull it out later when we eat. Otherwise, I fear you might chug it down, bottle and all, you damn camel," Artorius teased with a dry sense of humor.

As Artesia went to work stitching up the cut on his chest, Artorius was glad she spent a bit of extra care on this one based on the fact that it would be a damn shame to have a scar over such a tattoo. As she did so, the two exchanged a bit of more serious conversation, this time Artesia elaborating a bit on her past. Artorius listened with a particular sense of curiosity and attentiveness, curious to hear what sort of background she had. It wasn't too surprising though given her particular set of skills. One doesn't become an expert thief if they don't need to, and one doesn't learn to wield daggers like that unless it quickly becomes mandatory. Though their skill sets were similar their pasts couldn't be more different. Artorius had only ever known Fiore, especially Dandelion Sector and more recently Acacia, as his homes. He had seldom ever traveled outside the kingdom, especially since border control was more strict than ever once Bosco had done their thing in Fiore.

"Sin isn't exactly Fiore's neighbor after all. Well, at least not geographically speaking,"
the man responded with a shrug, or at least he would have shrugged if it wasn't in his best interests to stay as still as he possibly could. "I ran with something that you could probably call a Syndicate once," he continued, his voice trailing off at his last word, showing a bit of significance which indicated that there were reasons why he wasn't involved anymore. "So, let me get this straight -- you're an exotic red-head beauty with a dangerous set of eyes. I like that."
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"Just the pretty ones." Artesia said in jest to Artorius, if he was going to use her lines against her then she could play that game, in fact she enjoyed that game since it always made things that much more interesting. To tell you the truth the woman couldn't help but wonder just what would have become of them both and their relationship should they have met under different circumstances, would she have been in this very place but for very different reasons? Perhaps, but there was no way to know that now and so she flicked that thought aside.

Artesia did little more than lift her gaze up to Artorius's own with a flirtatious and downright mischievous smirk as he spoke of what her breathing on his skin to break the thread could possibly do to him and the glint within her teal eyes only made it that much clearer as to what it all meant. Would that have been so bad? Of course she knew the line was there and in the interest of things at the given time she wasn't going to be stepping over it, they could dance around it all they wanted but both knew full well how intact it had to remain, at least for now. Don't get it wrong now, it was pretty damned hard even for a woman with good self restraint to hold back in a situation such as the one she was in. But if she was playing her cards right she wouldn't be the only one 'suffering' and that was an amusing prospect to consider.

"Little from column A, little column B." She said while stitching up the wound on his chest and in reply to his questioning of her own words. "Tch, nothing wrong with being a camel you know. Having some nice humps comes in handy from time to time." Female assets were handy to have in many instances in life and nice, big and perky female assets were even more so, you'd be surprised how often she could get some nice discounts on things simply by standing there in her usual attire and it wasn't even THAT revealing compared to things that were out there. Besides, she liked her alcohol and there was nothing wrong being a camel if that is what it made her, she'd been called worse by far more irritating people.

From what she was hearing Artorius hadn't had the best time with his run in with a syndicate but it wasn't like it bothered her in the slightest, she was well aware that everyone was different and to be frank lots of them were full of jerks and douche bags who did things of a retarded nature. Sometimes people though of them as being like the mob where each 'family' would be looking out for the other but in truth they were out for themselves and nothing more, rivals if you will. She took the arm which was moved over towards her and as she poured alcohol over the wound to disinfect it like she had all the others her lips curled into a grin at the flattering line tossed towards her, "I bet you do." Speaking as the needle first pierced his flesh she didn't move her eyes from her work but Artorius would have been able to guess the nature of the gaze he'd have gotten if she had easy enough.



With the stitching of all of Artorius's wounds now complete and the only thing left for her to do in regards to his injuries being the banging of his ribs Artesia stood once more and ran her hand through her hair, "Well that's that done, I do believe I've earned myself a shower." Her gaze focused on the bathroom door as she spoke and without waiting she made her way towards it, "See what you can find in that safe of yours," She would pause at the doorway to the bathroom to turn around and look his way, "I'll be judging it." With that she disappeared behind the door which she closed just enough that it lightly clicked but not enough to make it seem she actually cared, she knew the man well enough to know he wasn't the kind to go peeping on her and what difference would it have made if she closed it to a complete click or not given the door lock was broken anyway.

Unlike Artorius who had trouble peeling his clothing and bandages from his body Artesia had an easy time slipping out of hers and in no time was in the nice cold water that she ran for her shower. Standing under the flow of water she let it break against the top of her head and drench her hair and as she enjoyed the sensation of the cold water against her sore and tired body she couldn't help but close her eyes and take a few moments to do nothing else. Slowly she would run her hands through her hair to ensure it was wet enough to lather the shampoo and when it was she opened her eyes to glance across to the rack of products she could choose from, she'd been expecting to use a man's idea of a hair product -which she didn't mind this once- but what she saw had her left eyebrow rise. Floral bouqet? Why did she get the feeling that Artorius wasn't the floral bouqet kind of guy, and why did she have an image of the kind of woman that would have used it come to mind as being a hoity toity one? They'd have to be if they brought their own products to a guys house without actually living there or being there on a common basis wouldn't they? Then again, it wasn't as if she knew what the guys romantic life was like so perhaps she shouldn't of speculate. It wasn't exactly her usual product nor was it her favourite scent but she had to admit it would be better than for her hair than a males own.

With her hair rinsed of all shampoo Artesia ran the conditioner to match it through her hair to the ends and left it there while turning her attention to washing her body. With the idea of using someone elses loofa not so great in her mind she settled for using just her hand and the floral scented body wash which belonged to the set of products some woman had left there but it wasn't that bad, so she wouldn't be exfoliated, it wasn't the end of the world. It was likely better that she used her hand for as she slid her hand down her body and neared her wound she found it easier to avoid getting the soap within it and causing herself some unwanted discomfort.

After washing herself clean in the water and rinsing her hair clean of all conditioner the woman turned the water off and stepped out of the shower thanking the based gods that she wasn't the kind of woman that needed to shave every day. Luckily for her she had very fine and light coloured hairs which to be honest weren't even noticeable against her skin, that and they grew slowly meant she was able to get several days out of each shave which was perfect for her line of work and the times she'd be away from a place where she could afford to take the time to shave. Stepping out of the shower she grabbed the towel which hung on the rack but as she glanced across to her clothing she realised something, was she going to be wearing it for the time she'd be sleeping? It wasn't like it was uncomfortable or she wouldn't ever wear the thing given her taste in clothing meaning things had to be just that, but she would normally wear something a little 'breathier' to bed.
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As instructed, Artorius acted like a good obedient boy and went off to retrieve some booze from his safe. No, but more seriously he actually do that, but not because he was instructed. If anything, the man could use a bit of a drink, though it's not like he hadn't already drinking. Based on how much bottles he kept around, though there were only two out in the fridge outside of the safe, Artorius had a bit of a iron liver of his own. Of course, it was nothing compared to Artesia's own drinking habits, but it's not like the man was a total novice. Fortunately, it was nowhere near the point where he was a functioning alcoholic, though that doesn't go so far to say that Artesia was one of those either.

Nevertheless, after he heard the faint click of the bathroom door shut and the shower running, Artorius turned his attention towards an oriental-designed painting situated to the right of the doorway which lead to the outside. Running his fingers along the right edge of the frame, the man flicked a latch and pulled the painting which actually utilized a hinge instead of coming completely off. Once the painting was moved to the side, it revealed a worn safe built into the wall which the man went to work opening. Though, for a moment the man actually hesitated as if he had forgotten the combination. But, after a moment of ponderous thought, Artorius finally recalled the combination. Inside the safe were a plethora of things, among them were a wad of cash, some fancy jewelery that he needed to pawn (which actually had a long and elaborate story but perhaps that's for another time), some knives, and of course quite the collection of bottles, both opened and unopened. Artorius settled for a fresh bottle, putting it onto the table beside the bed in the room. Following this, Artorius placed two double-shot glasses beside it. He wasn't going to risk Artesia guzzling another damned bottle again. Shot glasses for patience, but it also looked a bit more classy.

Once the bottle of whiskey and the glasses were placed, Artorius dressed himself in a simple T-Shirt much to the chagrin of women everywhere. Nevertheless, as he sifted through his dresser, he realized that Artesia wouldn't have much in the way of comfortable clothing to nap in. As he looked for a comfortable change of clothes, Artorius couldn't help but try to stop himself from bursting into laughter as he found a few choice items. Finding a pair of risque lingerie, Artorius held it up to see for himself, very nearly crying in laughter as he imagined the look on her face when he handed it to her. Though, at the same time the man couldn't help but ask himself, "Who in the fucking hell's shit is this?" Artorius murmured to himself before turning around and glancing at the bottle of whiskey on his table. It all made sense now. Vague sense, but sense nonetheless. Unsure of what to do with it, Artorius hid it at the bottom of the dresser beneath a stack of clothes where ended up finding an old shirt and pair of shorts, and why the hell not - some boxers too. Can't exactly have her running around commando, now can we? Or, can we? The thought made Artorius wonder what would have happened if they met under different circumstances, a similar thought that Artesia had pondered on awhile ago. Artorius did his best to subvert his desires though, doing his best to convince himself that he didn't need any distractions if they wanted to make it through all of this alive and healthy.

With the thought fading away, but remnants of it still clearly bubbling at the precipice, Artorius gave the bathroom door a quick knock before he put a folded pair of comfortable clothes to change into. "I left some clothes at the door. Hopefully they'll fit alright," Artorius shrugged.
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As luck would have it Artorius seemed to have realised the predicament that Artesia had been in and as she dried her hair she found herself being presented with a pair of clothes, or at least they were sitting outside the door if what Artorius had said was true. "Thanks." With the towel wrapped around her for safety reasons she opened the bathroom door just enough to grab the folded up clothes that rested on the floor before disappearing behind it against to don them. She had been expecting to be wearing men's clothing given her current situation and she wasn't disappointed as she unfolded the first item. It was a plain shirt but it was one which would be comfortable and given her size in comparison to Artorius's own it would be baggy and cool, perfect for bed and the sleep that would accompany it -not that she didn't mind things that weren't baggy as well of course-. The boxers and shorts fit rather well given the fact that they had no idea whether they would and with all things considered the woman was pretty well decked out as she opened the bathroom door, well if wanted to use that term anyway.

With the thought of keeping the t-shirt from the cut on her side Artesia had tied a knot in it keeping it from touching it and so with her midsection exposed on that side of her she walked out while drying her hair with a soft and fluffy white towel. "I never pegged you for the floral bouquet type." She joked while drying her hair. As she lowered the towel her eyes immediately fell to the bottle of whiskey on the bedside table that hadn't been there before and with a slight grin appearing as she appraised the label she decided Artorius had done good enough for some praise. "Not bad," She said before her eye caught sight of the shot glasses that sat next to it, "Not sure about the tiny glasses though, always found them to be a bother." It was true, when Artesia wanted to drink she didn't want to be repouring herself a tiny shot of alcohol time and time again, it was so much easier to just drink out of the bottle. But, whatever, it was Artorius's booze and it was his place so she'd abide by his rules on at least this.

Once her hair was dry enough that it wasn't dripping everywhere she would toss the towel off to the back of one of the chairs at the table and walk over towards the whiskey to pour herself a shot of it which she would down almost instantly. Placing it down on the small table again with a slight tapping sound she'd shrug her shoulders and turn around to face Artorius again, "Yep, still a bother." Glancing to the bandages that she still had to wrap Artorius in the thief had no intentions of asking Artorius to stitch her own wound given her habit to 'twitch' when someone touched around her sides. Being ticklish in that area made it pretty tricky for people to stitch her up, or at least it had in the past. What she didn't know was that it wouldn't matter in the end, she'd wind up getting it stitched up before she did his bandages and it wouldn't be by her own hands.
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