[Thread] It's Stick poking time!

[egyptianmage]

Characters: OU! Mahaado, OU! Kaylee, Open to Yugi if he wants I reckon.
Where: Maha's apartment
When: Two days after his failed attempt at talking to people over the PDA
Summary: Kaylee wants to poke him with a stick.
Warnings: Mahaado figured less clothes meant less effort to deal with. He's wearing nothing but a basic egyptian style kilt.

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[machines_talk]

The quick rapping at the door provided warning of incoming company, though not terribly much. Kaylee had never been one for needless ceremony, and the knocking was only warning; she didn't wait for a reply before trying the door. She was worried, damn it, especially in light of all that had happened over the past couple of weeks.

[egyptianmage]

He never did lock the door back when he returned did he? Oh well, it didn't matter there was nothing worth stealing in his room anyways. He didn't hear the door, he was sleeping far to soundly for that. Outside of Kaylee the place was so silent.

[machines_talk]

Kaylee pushed the door open and slipped in side, stepping lightly so as to muffle her footfalls. It wasn't a habit she was accustomed to, and so went imperfectly, her tread softened but not silenced. The absence of the illusions worried her a little: had they been removed, or fallen on their own, or was their owner no longer present to maintain them? Without any knowledge whatsoever about magic and the practice thereof, she couldn't even begin to hazard a guess.

"Mahaado?" she called quietly, just once, before moving to search through the apartment. She could, she thought, find her answer either way.

[egyptianmage]

His brow furrowed at the distant sense of life, light, but he couldn't escape the slumber he was in. He didn't want to, so instead he rolled onto his side, his hand falling over the side of the bed. He was pale under his natural tan, though not by much, and he was such a sleepy mage at the moment.