"You wouldn't dare!"...she dared. [rp for girl_ofsecrets]
Well, she was right: he had asked for it.
The couch was open for the taking, but Cain had abandoned it for the floor: it was his preferred place to sleep, anyway. Beds got lumpy or a spring would poke him in the ass...and he was used to the floor. Well, he was until Claire came along and made beds a lot more comfortable, and a hell of a lot more interesting.
"Leave it to you to get yer ass whooped by a tiny blonde chick, you fuck." he muttered to himself, arms folded behind his head as he stared up at the ceiling. He couldn't even remember what they'd been fighting about, or if it even was their usual evening spat. Didn't matter in the end...but goddamnit, stupid fights pissed his shit off.
With a sigh, Cain finally sat up with a grunt and got to his feet fluidly, surrendering in the battle to fall asleep. He was fucked and he knew it: he wouldn't be getting a wink of shuteye tonight. Not unless he went and beat down Claire's door...which she was expecting, so he didn't want to prove her right.
To his credit, he held out for a good two hours. He finally took out some of the recycling, did some katas in the backyard, and showered in the guest bathroom just in case she was asleep. After that, however, he was right there where he'd promised himself he wouldn't be.
He tried the bedroom door, hoping...nope. Locked.
Rolling his eyes, Cain knocked lightly. "Claire! C'mon, baby, open up!"
The couch was open for the taking, but Cain had abandoned it for the floor: it was his preferred place to sleep, anyway. Beds got lumpy or a spring would poke him in the ass...and he was used to the floor. Well, he was until Claire came along and made beds a lot more comfortable, and a hell of a lot more interesting.
"Leave it to you to get yer ass whooped by a tiny blonde chick, you fuck." he muttered to himself, arms folded behind his head as he stared up at the ceiling. He couldn't even remember what they'd been fighting about, or if it even was their usual evening spat. Didn't matter in the end...but goddamnit, stupid fights pissed his shit off.
With a sigh, Cain finally sat up with a grunt and got to his feet fluidly, surrendering in the battle to fall asleep. He was fucked and he knew it: he wouldn't be getting a wink of shuteye tonight. Not unless he went and beat down Claire's door...which she was expecting, so he didn't want to prove her right.
To his credit, he held out for a good two hours. He finally took out some of the recycling, did some katas in the backyard, and showered in the guest bathroom just in case she was asleep. After that, however, he was right there where he'd promised himself he wouldn't be.
He tried the bedroom door, hoping...nope. Locked.
Rolling his eyes, Cain knocked lightly. "Claire! C'mon, baby, open up!"