[ back on paquin ]
It doesn't take much coordinating for their paths to cross again - mostly, Saffron thinks, because she's never actually seen him outside of the bar. She quickly makes a mental note to broach that subject when his defenses are lowered.
Her door's been fairly reliable about showing up lately. Saffron chalks that up to being on tentatively good terms with Bar at the moment. Which is why, when she spots Urquhart in the bar, she marches toward him without pause, stopping a few inches shy of his taller frame.
"The door's over there," she announces, spinning on her heel and heading in its direction. Only after opening it does she glance back over her shoulder and wait for him to follow. It'll lead right into her home, draped in lush colors and overlooking a gorgeous ocean view. Come sunset, the colors will be beautiful enough to convince a grown man he's entered heaven.
She makes her way to one of the divans sprawling in the middle of the room, stretching out on it with a contented sigh. She'll watch him take everything in for a moment or two.
"Oh, it's good to be home."
Her door's been fairly reliable about showing up lately. Saffron chalks that up to being on tentatively good terms with Bar at the moment. Which is why, when she spots Urquhart in the bar, she marches toward him without pause, stopping a few inches shy of his taller frame.
"The door's over there," she announces, spinning on her heel and heading in its direction. Only after opening it does she glance back over her shoulder and wait for him to follow. It'll lead right into her home, draped in lush colors and overlooking a gorgeous ocean view. Come sunset, the colors will be beautiful enough to convince a grown man he's entered heaven.
She makes her way to one of the divans sprawling in the middle of the room, stretching out on it with a contented sigh. She'll watch him take everything in for a moment or two.
"Oh, it's good to be home."