Enver: He had decided to hit the Bullwood area, as it was quick and hopefully had some of the things he needed to keep crafting away. He had hit an office building as it was closing down and grabbed a few things not worth anything to him but a few bucks and then decided to hit the warehouses in that area. As he went from block to block, it seemed Enver acquired a 'friend.' He shooed the thing away not once, but twice, but it seemed the thing was content on being his partner in crime tonight. After he scored a few things he needed, Enver pushed his thoughts in his wife's direction. Think I got a few things worth something. And a little something else. Think you could summon us back to you?This RP takes place on Tuesday 4th March 2014.
Keara: ‘Us?’ Came a very paranoid and slightly upset reply. How a single word could carry so much mistrust and accusation wasn’t clear but the tone of that particular thought showed that she wasn’t sure what to make of his statement. ‘Enver…summon you I can as trust me you do. How know I who else summoned should be if know of them I do not?’ She was of course assuming that he was talking about a specific person, someone she may or may not have met. Either way it didn’t actually matter to her as she had specifically told her husband that she didn’t want to be seen until the parasite within her had either clawed its way out and left or destroyed her.
Enver: Us. Me and the things I picked up on the way. I can't shake this thing following me either. Seems I'm stuck with it. We're stuck with it. Enver wasn't going to clarify, but he scooped up the speckled colored puppy and pondered how she could summon him and the puppy. He shrugged and put the thing in his coat and zipped it up, with the snout sticking out of it. It moved and wiggled around, clearly displeased. Might want to do it in a tick. Before this thing claws me half to death.
Keara: To say she was confused would have been an understatement. She was half used to Enver not making sense to her at times but at that moment in time he was just being downright cryptic. “Okay?” Her voice echoed slightly in the empty room and she concentrated on her husband with the intention of bringing him and whatever beast it was he’d found to keep him company, back home. As he appeared in the room, she looked him over, her nose wrinkling slightly as she saw the squirming mass under his jacket. “Enver…what is that?”
Enver: "It's a beast. Damn thing keeps following me. Tried to shake it a few times, but just kept hanging around." He grumbled as Enver unzipped his coat, while he grimaced as the puppy clawed at his coat and his flesh to get out of the coat. When the coat was unzipped, the thing yipped, squirmed and jumped out of his coat, while Enver tried to frantically grab at it to keep it from committing doggy suicide, which ended up with him grabbing a leg, and letting the dog drop from the shaky catch, and needless to say, the thing was only stunned before it started walking to a corner to sniff around as it seemed to make itself at home.
Keara: “Summoned you home without that I could have. Followed you then it could not,” she said as she sat up in the bed, the covers wrapped around her. Keara’s gaze followed the scruffy looking little thing as it made its way around the room. “Gift assuming I am that is for Peter. Collects the creatures I believe he does. Yes?” She knew their son had more than a his fair share of the beasts already and one as small and pathetic looking as thing would surely be able to slip into the pack unnoticed.
Enver: Enver scoffed as he looked at it. "Yeah, until I go back to the same place tomorrow or the next night." He shook his head. "And no. That boy needs some friends. Of the human kind. Not more damn dogs. He's, ahh, for you." He grinned.
Keara: While Enver likely knew the majority of Keara’s looks by now, tonight he would be met with one he’d probably never seen before; it was a look that without a single word seemed to suggest he’d lost his mind. “Erm…Think I do that perhaps heard you wrong I did…Know you do that struggled I did for your ex-employee alive to keep…yes? Do well with living creatures I do not. Not to mention…” her hands moved lower on the covers, clearly showcasing her ever swelling stomach area. “Creature yours is…Clearly…Chose me it did not.”
Enver: Enver cleared his throat, nodded his head and then looked at the puppy as it walked around from corner to corner of the room. "Well, I couldn't just leave it there." He grumbled after a minute. "I mean look at it." He pointed to the puppy, as if that'd clear the air as to why he had to bring it back. "Didn't pick you because you weren't there." He nodded as the puppy tried to hop up on the bed, only to fail and start scratching at the sheets on the side of the mattress with ferocity as it tried to get up there. Enver chuckled, cleared his throat and then looked at his wife. "He's not that bad I guess." Enver shrugged. "Guess he's mine. Which is yours too. Being we're married." He grinned at that.
Keara: She wasn’t nearly as amused by the creature as Enver was and when it started scratching at the bed sheets, she peered over the edge of the bed at it. The sight of the little hopeful eyes and wagging tail probably would have had most people’s hearts melting, but not Keara. Still, she reached down to it with her right hand as if she were going to stroke it, only to grab it by the scruff of the neck and hoist it into the air. It kicked and wriggled as she sat back up and brought it closer to her face. “What are we with this to do? Useful this creature is not. Hunter it is not.” The tiny pup began to growl at her as if finding some hidden well of courage after not being able to wriggle free, letting her know without doubt that it wasn’t happy with its current positioning.
Enver: "Hey!" Enver growled as she picked it up in a not so loving manner. "Leave him, her or it alone." Enver hadn't really looked under the skirt of the thing to sort out what it was yet, but that was his dog now. "I don't rough house your things. Your property or your kiddos, unless they deserve it." He grumbled the last part out before he was at the bed and trying to get it back from her. "Not everything has to hunt to be useful." He scowled and snatched the puppy back. "Ask Peter with his collection of however many he has."
Keara: “Hurt it I did not,” she growled back, unimpressed with the way he chastised her. “Hold them thusly you can. Have you never a ***** with her puppies before seen. Carries them she does in her mouth. At least bite it I did not. Considered it,” she said with a shrug of her shoulders, her manner not quite indicating if she was teasing him or being serious. “Doubt much blood there is in it for it worth it to be and feed on such things I do not. If wanted I did tiny creature as a pet, brought I would have the rats from the sewers into the Asylum. But did that I did not. Even if like me they do. Easy mark you are,” she said looking to her husband, “Creature knew it did that you to its will it could bend.” She settled back against the headrest of the bed, keeping her form covered; something she hadn’t done for the better part of two nights.
Enver: He scowled at her. "That so?" He looked down at the dog, then turned it on its side a little. "Maybe he just knew who to hang out with for a good time." He grumbled, offended at the idea of being an easy mark. "Doesn't matter. I'm keeping it-him." He waved a hand, his free one at her before Enver put the puppy down on the ground to let him have free roam of the place. "Don't need rats, you've got enough play things running around. From kiddos to husbands' whose mind you can bend at will apparently." He scoffed, moved to a table, swiped up his pack of cigarettes and lit one, before he caught sight of her large belly, groaned and put the thing out almost as soon as he lit it.
Keara: She quickly realised she may have offended her husband even if she hadn’t meant to. It wasn’t such a bad thing being an easy mark, it meant he had a heart and while she wasn’t exactly cold hearted, she didn’t tend to wear it on her sleeve like her husband did. (Keara obviously had little to no understanding of how her husband was perceived by the majority of the vampire community, else that thought wouldn’t have rung true in her mind). “Husbands…Plural…Last time that checked I did only one I had. I mean…unless you count Ven…But count him you cannot. Returned he did not from the realm and told him I did that it over was…The words to paper I did put. Remember?” In her haste to correct that particular slip of the tongue, she had failed to notice his odd behaviour and the fact that he’d compared her childer to rodents.
Enver: He waved a hand and scoffed at her interpretation of things. "Papers age over time. Ink fades." He pointed out, still irritated about her perception of things. Or of him, really. He took a long drag off his cigarette as he thought about it. "You'll get used to him. If not, well, maybe Lorde needs a pet, or Crash even." He shrugged.
Keara: “Then saying you are that matters not what said and done I have and that married I still am to my sire? That our marriage null and void would make. Though mood you now are in perhaps that your desire is?” She wasn’t sure what had happened, truth be told, things had been good before he left and now…now he was acting all odd and defensive.
Enver: "Maybe. Maybe that's what you like. You two were married for a long time." Enver scowled, thinking on things. "Must not have been an easy target given you two were married so long and he managed to stay alive just as long."
