-Redeems Points- [Midori]

[Darryl Bond]

It was ideal for Darryl to have such an uncommon power, because it was hard for someone to get bored of something only Darryl could do. At Hammel, he had been in demand to copy the voices of enemies, friends or girlfriends. Especially if a fight had just occurred between the couple or something like that. Darryl had been a great comedic relief, back in the day. He hadn't been able to provide that service during his college years or while he was an actor. He hadn't told a single soul he was meta, for fear of the repercussions.

It was a good thing he was such a flirt, or the two of them wouldn't be in this situation, which would be sad. Sure those flowers outside need to be placed in the ground, but... well this was just a tad more fun. He'd (or they) get to that later, after they were...ready to. Darryl didn't want there 'break' to end yet, because the rum wouldn't let him, and he was enjoying himself far too much to go back outside in the hot sun. Not to mention he couldn't remember the last time he'd even done this. The kissing and things. It had definitely been before he moved out here. Which was way too long ago.

Darryl really had no idea how far Midori was willing to go, and he also had no idea how far she'd let him go, but if this continued, well, Darryl couldn't really be held accountable for his actions. I mean, technically he could be, but how in the world was he supposed to behave when there was a soft warm body attached to his lips? Honestly, he wasn't surprised when she pulled away and curled her head into his shoulder. At least she didn't pull away all together. He could hug. He liked hugging. "Indeed." Darryl agreed with her with a soft chuckle. He definitely would label that 'wow.'

Darryl, now, don't mess this up by doing a happy dance. Just stay calm. His face split into a grin as she asked to move somewhere more comfortable. She had used an 'if,' which meant she wasn't too sure, but she had also suggest they move instead of staying in the kitchen, or even going back outside to work. Which was good--great--news for Darryl. His hands that were still wrapped around her moved up her back and down her arms. For a moment, he held both hands then he released one and stepped back a little. "Sounds like a great plan." Bad, actually, but Darryl already revealed he interpreted words differently (wrongly). He led her out of the kitchen, though the couch wasn't his destination, while it was a comfortable couch, it wasn't necessarily big enough to accommodate the both of them comfortably. No. Which left only one piece of furniture in his house that was both big enough and soft enough.

So the bedroom was where he led her. Down a short hall with pictures of random moments of his past littered the walls, a rug stretched the length of the hallway so any bare feet didn't have to touch the cold hardwood. He usually left all doors open in his house because it was only him, and the doorway on the left led to his room. The master bedroom was decorated much like the living room, contemporary and with neutral colors. The bed frame was black with a pretty plain headboard. The sheets were made only because he had changed them that morning (Darryl had a thing about cleaning the house when a guest was over, not because of any expectations, but because he liked everything to look neat). The dresser was black just like the bed frame and matched the design (seeing as he had gotten the set). He glanced at her with a small smile and then led her over to it.

[Midori Hawkins]

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Mii wasn’t usually one to go on impulses. But with the influence of a little vodka, her judgment had been a little… skewed. What had started as an innocent game had turned into kissing. Which had turned into… well…

Bzzz bzzzz bzzzz bzzzz bzzzz bzzzz

She awoke with a start, immediately regretting sitting up so fast. Her head was spinning slightly. After a very quick inspection, she realized that a few things were amiss. Namely, the room. This wasn’t her room. And after a moment, she pulled the sheets to her chest. Christ, where were her cloth - … oh. Right. Now she remembered. The game had led to kissing, which had led into… bed. She pressed a hand to her forehead and cast a cautious glance at her companion. This wasn’t like her to fall into bed with someone she didn’t know very well. But she had. Granted, Darryl was attractive, and she’d had a little to drink…

Thank God she didn’t have work. There would be no way she’d have time to get back home to shower and change without being late, and she really wouldn’t have wanted to explain why she was wearing the same clothes two days in a row. But all of that still didn’t change one thing. She’d slept with a co-worker. A very attractive coworker, but a coworker all the same. Oops.

It took her a few moments to gather her thoughts. Though she felt the urge to get up and leave, that just wasn’t polite. She glanced down at Darryl, and when he finally moved, she blushed. “Um. Good morning.” She didn’t know what to say. Heck, what did you say to someone after sleeping with them? “I… should probably go.” Lest she overstay her welcome. The only challenge might be finding her clothes again.

[Darryl Bond]

Rum was good. Vodka was good as well, but not as good as rum was. Good things happened when rum was consumed in his house. Exhibit A would be the two adults under the sheets of Darryl's usually, sadly, empty bed. Waking up to his alarm was usually the worst thing, because it was so annoying, but hey, it worked. However, this morning was different than the others because it wasn't just him waking up. The happy contented smile spread across Darryl's face and it was the only indication he was alive at all. He tended to roll onto his stomach in the night, and with his head facing in a different direction, he didn't see her, but he could feel her warm body next to him.

The grace period past for not moving and Darryl pushed himself up on his elbows and turned to look at her. With the sun shining in, and the glow from the sheets and her skin was beautiful and he had to catch himself before he started staring. "So soon?" He pouted with a sigh, he let his elbow slide against him so he was on his stomach again, only he then rolled onto his back and folded his arms behind his head. Darryl was perfectly aware they were both naked under the sheets, did he care? Nah. He was perfectly at ease. "I'll cook up some breakfast." He didn't just mean a bowl of cereal either. Maybe pancakes. And bacon. Yeah, he had bacon in the freezer, if he remembered correctly.

[Midori Hawkins]

What Darryl considered “good” things, Mii considered… well… embarrassing things. Waking up in the bed of one of her coworkers wasn’t on her list of top then things that were good. Confusing, yes. Embarrassing? Of course. And worst of all, now she was awake, she didn’t know what to do. Sneak out while he was still sleeping? Probably not an option. Not to mention, it was rude. She had better manners than that. It was while she was toying with what to do that Darryl finally woke up. She kept the sheets pressed tight against her. Not that Darryl hadn’t seen her already. That, she remembered. She remembered everything from the previous night. Including… yeah. Sleeping with him.

When he looked at her, Mii blushed and let her hair fall like a curtain between them. “Y-yes,” she managed to say, biting her lip. Staying for breakfast would be polite, but she figured she was stretching her limits. Unlike some of her friends, who might have been happy, or even smug about last night’s antics, she wasn’t so much happy as she was embarrassed. “No, Darryl, I really can’t.” She glanced at the clock, trying to come up with something, anything, on the spot. Any reason why she couldn’t stay. Mentally, she apologized for what came out of her mouth. “I promised I’d go and spend some time with my best friend this morning. So I really should go. I’m sorry.” Realizing she really didn’t have much of a choice, she slid out of bed and relocated her clothing, getting dressed in a hurry. “I’m really sorry. Um. I’ll see you Monday, okay?” Grabbing her purse, she headed out. She really didn’t have to meet up with Eli. And after last night, she really didn’t want to. Instead, she headed home. Her plan? Curl up with a movie, and pretend last night hadn’t happened at all.

[Darryl Bond]

Darryl was aware of the fact she might not be as happy about last night as he was, and that was alright. She certainly wasn't as laid back or promiscuous as he was, and there wasn't a problem with that. He turned on his side as she stumbled through her excuse, but Darryl wasn't offended. He'd gotten way more than he planned on it last night and he wasn't the greedy type of fellow. He enjoyed it while it lasted. He nodded his head in understanding that she needed to meet her best friend, whoever that was, and as she slid out of bed he respectfully rolled over to the other side of the bed to locate his underwear, and his pajama pants (always had a pair laying on the floor for convenience) and once he was clothed appropriately he stood and turned to see she had buzzed through getting dressed.

She must really be embarrassed, then. It wasn't like Darryl didn't know why she would be, but he didn't see exactly why she was. There really wasn't anything wrong with what they did, at all. "Have a good day, Midori. And thank you for your help with the flowers." Darryl said and waved as she left. He didn't share her plans of movie watching and pretending. Instead he sang a marvelous song in the shower, cooked a hero breakfast and danced a bit while the pancakes cooked, and may or may not have spilled coffee on himself for spinning in a circle too fast.