Meanwhile, while Genis and Raine are out shopping...
Moving had been a slow process. Granted that there were plenty of excuses for it; Yuan was "busy" with Kratos, there still had been no contact with Anna (who, in their defense, had been quite quiet herself, apparently) so there still needed to be plans to sneak her up to Derris-Kharlan for a medical inspection, and the general unpleasantness that was removing one's belongings from Yggdrasill's final hold of power.
But all the so-called Lord of Cruxis did was sulk when Kratos finally cut ties to the place, and never did he ever actually come to Yuan's house to pick a fight with him, so the Seraph wasn't actually worried about that at all. No, far more than Yggdrasill or Mithos, Yuan was worried about Botta, of all people. While he was sure that he was doing fine, and Yuan had been far more content with his lot since Botta cut things off on his own, the former leader of the Renegades still thought about the most loyal of his followers. At least the physical work was keeping him from getting depressed about it.
Well, okay. The regular sex helped, too, if in a more general sense.
Yuan finished stacking a set of smaller pieces of furniture on a teleporter, and once it was sent to the other side, he took a breath and wiped the sweat from his brow. Thinking it a good moment to take a break, he meandered back into his abode, heading for the kitchen to fix a drink of ice water.
((OOC: NC-17 rating for non-con and violence.))
But all the so-called Lord of Cruxis did was sulk when Kratos finally cut ties to the place, and never did he ever actually come to Yuan's house to pick a fight with him, so the Seraph wasn't actually worried about that at all. No, far more than Yggdrasill or Mithos, Yuan was worried about Botta, of all people. While he was sure that he was doing fine, and Yuan had been far more content with his lot since Botta cut things off on his own, the former leader of the Renegades still thought about the most loyal of his followers. At least the physical work was keeping him from getting depressed about it.
Well, okay. The regular sex helped, too, if in a more general sense.
Yuan finished stacking a set of smaller pieces of furniture on a teleporter, and once it was sent to the other side, he took a breath and wiped the sweat from his brow. Thinking it a good moment to take a break, he meandered back into his abode, heading for the kitchen to fix a drink of ice water.
((OOC: NC-17 rating for non-con and violence.))