Forming a New Bond [Private|Myra]

The evening seemed to be going well so far, a combination of the wine and their current location had helped loosen Marsun up considerably as opposed to just a few hours earlier in the day. After Marsun had made the comment about Myra inviting him to her home, her mood seemed to change a bit. Although she had welcomed his arm around her waist and had even laid her head on his shoulder, her voice had taken on a somewhat dreary tone as she reminded him that she was an inhabitant of the Kou Empire and she couldn't take him there. Upon hearing this, Marsun looked at her curiously and took another sip from his wine. As he began to question what she meant by her previous statement, however, she spoke again and stated that she had been living better than normal for quite some time.

"Huh? Living above your standards?" Marsun questioned, though it seemed that he would not get an answer to this cryptic statement for the time being, as Myra suddenly reached over and took his cup, finishing the remainder of the wine before quickly leaving the brothel. Marsun blinked in surprise for a short moment before registering that she had departed. "Wh---hey! Myra, hold on a second!" He called after her while shifting the woman from his lap and sitting her on the couch next to him then standing up. Giving them a courteous bow, Marsun left the brothel and hurried after Myra. Catching up to her outside, he gently grabbed hold of her wrist as she was walking. "Myra, hold on. Is something wrong?" He questioned with genuine concern.

As Myra turned around, Marsun had expected her to simply give him an answer to his question. It would turn out, however, that Myra's intentions were much different from what Marsun expected. As she grabbed hold of him, his eyes widened a bit, though upon being slammed into the wall, Marsun blinked in surprise at her sudden aggressiveness. Her smile conveyed that she knew what she had done and quite possibly didn't care, which caused Marsun to tilt his head slightly. She then stated that she didn't like it from behind, at which he blinked absently, unsure of exactly what she meant for a few moments. As she turned around walked away, Marsun's eyes widened as the insinuation behind her words dawned on him. He then simply grinned then followed after her. She then stated that she was simply tired and a bit drunk, asking if they could just return home now. Noticing that she was shivering from the cold, Marsun removed his jacket and placed it over her shoulders.

"You need this more than me." He remarked with a smile before glancing around at their surroundings. "Well, we're not too far from my house here in Reim, but you're tired so..." He paused as he picked her up, carrying her bridal style as a small grin parted his lips. "You can rest a bit, I'll do the walking for both of us." He offered then continued walking. Most likely she would probably protest being carried because of her personality, but Marsun wouldn't take no for an answer this time. After a few moments they arrived at the small home that Marsun was currently using for his time in Reim. Taking a short leap, Marsun entered the house while still carrying Myra. The inside was somewhat similar to Myra's, though it seemed to bear more Balbaddian influence than Kou. There were also significantly less pillows, instead being swapped out for plush furniture and a large bed that looked equally as comfortable as the furniture. Setting her down on one of the nearby couches, Marsun left the room and returned shortly after with a pitcher of peach juice and two cups. Setting the tray down then sitting down next to Myra, he smiled as he held a filled cup out to her. "Here, drink this, it'll sober you up a bit. So what do you think? I tried to make it as close to home as possible...but it still feels a little off." He remarked as he took a sip of his own juice.

Surprisingly, she didn't complain much, or even at all, when he picked her up and began carrying her. Perhaps it was just because she didn't care at the moment. When they arrived at his home, she had remained sitting on the couch for a short moment before immediately rushing over to the bed and diving onto it, snuggling into the soft blankets and pillows. She quickly finished her cup of juice in a single go then seemed to take a look around the room. After a moment she complimented the room and stated she would enjoy spending a few nights here, which caused Marsun to smile slightly. Her later comment about him having an easy life caused the smile to falter slightly. Approaching the bed, he sat down on the edge closest to where Myra was currently laying.

"I guess in some ways it was easy, yeah....in others not so much. I wasn't always adopted, I spent just about the first half of my life wandering the desert alone and living in the Balbadd slums. I don't regret it though, a poor life is better than no life at all..." He spoke in a hushed tone before letting out a low sigh. He then shook his head slightly and smiled, turning to look at Myra. "Anyway, you can stay as long as you want, I'd really enjoy having you here, Myra. You could even bring Zafar if you want, but....why don't we just hold off on that for at least tonight, I'm enjoying this time alone with you." He remarked before standing up. "Well, I'm going to go take a bath, make yourself at home...or you're welcome to join me, whichever you prefer." He added while flashing her a provocative smile then walking into the bathroom. Whether she did join or not was her choice, though there was a part of Marsun that actually hoped that she would join him.

It seemed that Myra wouldn't be joining him in the bathtub. While he was mildly disappointed that she had chosen not to join him, in some way he had expected her not to. After all, they had really only met just a few days ago, so obviously she wouldn't just jump into the tub with a man she hardly knew. After Marsun's bath, he emerged from the bathroom clothed in a comfortable-looking bathrobe woven from an apparently high quality fabric. As he used a green colored towel to dry his dampened hair, his gaze settled on the sleeping form of Myra within the bed. She seemed to be quite comfortable, which Marsun was glad of. Draping the towel around his neck, Marsun moved over to the bed and gently moved the covers up a bit more to tuck her in then placed a small kiss on her forehead. He then decided that he would let her have the bed to herself, gathering up some of the soft pillows from nearby and situating them next to the bed. He then laid down and laced his hands behind his head before closing his eyes and slowly drifting off to sleep.

The next morning,

Marsun slowly woke from a pleasant sleep. Sitting up, he rubbed his eyes sleepily and let out a loud yawn. In the middle of wiping his eyes, he turned his head towards the bed and saw that Myra still hadn't awakened yet. Smiling slightly he rose to his feet and began to make his way towards the kitchen. He decided that he would cook breakfast for them, perhaps she would enjoy his cooking...or least he hoped so. After a few seconds, the enticing smell of food cooking began to waft through the small home. After a few minutes, Marsun had finished a breakfast for them consisting of several pastries, sausage, and various sweet fruits as well a two large pitchers of sweetened milk and fruit juice. After setting the table, he made his way back over to the bed and gently nudged Myra. "Hey Myra, wake up. I made breakfast, you're hungry, right?" He spoke in a soft whisper as he continued to try and wake up his female companion.

It seemed that Myra was beginning to awaken, which was good...or so Marsun thought. Shortly after he asked if she wanted to eat, her hand suddenly lashed out and gripped his wrist. Before he could question her about it, she suddenly yanked him towards her and slammed him onto the bed next to her. Once again Marsun had been caused to inadvertently faceplant against something because of something Myra had done, though luckily for him this time it was the soft cushioning of his own bed. She then reminded him that she didn't like surprises.

"But it wasn't a surprise...I've been here the whole time..." He muttered in a muffled voice from within his mattress padding. He felt the bed shift as his female guest stood up and walked over to the table, immediately after sitting down and eating. Pushing himself up onto his hands and knees then sitting on the edge of the bed, Marsun rubbed his face and muttered about the dull throbbing in his nose before raising his head to look at her. As he had done so, his eyes widened and a faint blush reddened his cheeks. At some point during the evening, she had relieved herself of her clothing and was now only passably covered, though the view was still something that Marsun wasn't used to. "When did you....where are your clothes?" He questioned in a low mutter, averting her gaze away from her for modesty's sake. Keeping his gaze focused elsewhere, Marsun stood up from the bed before joining Myra at the table and beginning to eat as well. "Sure, I'll come with you...as long as neither of you make it a habit of beating me up just for fun." He remarked with a slight smirk without looking at her before taking a bite out of one of the pastries on his plate. Even though use hits and assaults were never harmful to him, so his comment regarding them was more in a joking manner than actually being worried about it. "So do you like the food? I made it all myself, I figured you'd be pretty hungry after that night of drinking you did. I figured I'd let you have the bed to yourself, didn't want you feeling uncomfortable or anything sleeping with a random guy." He chuckled before taking a sip of his juice then continuing. "You can take a bath if you'd like, I don't have any women's clothes here, obviously, but I guess you could borrow a shirt or something until you get back to your room....of course that's only if you want to."

A wide smile spread across Marsun's face as she confirmed that she enjoyed the food and that he had done a good job in preparing it. Cooking was a hobby of his that he tended to take very seriously, so when people enjoyed his cooking it was a compliment he held in high regard. She then informed him that she would be leaving to meet up with Zafar and shower at her own home, though she also invited him to tag along...if her own special way of asking but not really asking. Moments later, she left through the window. Caught offguard for a brief moment, Marsun quickly made his way to the bathroom to bathe and change his clothes. After doing so, he grabbed another pastry along the way as he leaped through the window and onto the adjacent rooftop. He hadn't lost much time and could see Myra a short distance ahead, traversing the rooftops with ease as he caught up to her. Before he could fully catch up to the two, however, she had entered her room along with Zafar. Clamping the pastry between his teeth, Marsun hopped up to the window of her room. Just as he climbed through, Myra emerged from the bathroom fresh out of the shower and scantily clad, only wearing her underwear. Upon seeing this, his eyes widened and his mouth dropped open, the pastry inadvertently falling from his mouth. He only blinked in stunned awe as she asked him what the plan for the day was. It wasn't until Zafar spoke that he managed to shake himself from his daze. "Huh? Oh, right, well I you said earl---" As he began to speak and stepped down from the window, he stepped onto the pastry that had recently dropped from his mouth and slipped forward, faceplanting for a third time since he had become acquainted with Myra. Muttering to himself, he sat up while holding his face. "Twice in a row....may luck is horrible...." He grumbled then stood up, looking at her once again. "A-anyway, you said that you had to get food for Zafar, so I guess that could be the first thing. After that, we could just do whatever comes to mind."

"I'm not retarded....just clumsy...it's been like that since I was a kid." Marsun remarked defensively. He had been close enough to them to be able to hear their whispering, a small frown furrowing his brow as he muttered to himself. Shortly after, Zafar let out a loud roar while proclaiming his hunger before the both of them leaped from the window. As he watched them jump through the window, Marsun let out a low sigh and lowered his head slightly. "What is it with these two and windows? Always with the jumping out of windows....geez..." He muttered then, perhaps a bit hypocritically, followed after them through the window. As he followed them through the city, the three of them eventually arrived at the edge of the forest. Myra then separated from them, venturing off into the forest on her own to hunt down something for the lion to eat. Shortly after she had left, Marsun felt the large feline playfully paw at him, running away shortly after and urging him to chase after him. Blinking absently, Marsun then smiled slightly and ran off after the lion, not running as fast as he was able to but more at a playful pace. After a short chase, Marsun hopped onto the lion's back and patted him on the head. "Caught you, big guy, I guess you're having fun, huh?" He questioned as he hopped down from the lion's back, though he kept his hand placed gently atop the lion's head, giving him a kind smile.

Marsun chuckled quietly as the large lion began to meow contently from being petted on his head. Hearing Myra's voice shortly after followed by a dull thump on the ground caused Marsun to turn his head towards her, the smile still persisting on his face. "Oh hey, you're back, I see you mana---" He had not even been able to finish his sentence as her fist slammed into his face, catching completely offguard and causing him to stumble away before falling to the ground in a daze. "I was just being nice...he wanted to play so we were playing...sorry..." Marsun muttered in a slow and dazed tone as he continue to lay sprawled across the ground. He remained in his stunned state even as Myra turned her anger upon Zafar, yelling at him as well before demanding that he eat something, climbing into a tree shortly after. She then directed another question towards Marsun, asking him if he had ever considered being a gladiator in the Reim Coliseum. He immediately shook out of his daze and blinked curiously as he looked up at her. He really hadn't considered that as an option, though the idea did seem interesting. Perhaps he would try it later on at some point. There were still other things he had to do before that. "I've seen the place and heard about the fights and stuff, but I've never really tried out myself. Maybe later on, I guess. What about you? Have you ever competed?" He questioned as he sat up then turned to face her, sitting on the ground with his legs folded. Just from the violent tendencies she tended to have towards him, Marsun assumed that she would do pretty well in the Coliseum, though the fact that she was also a Fanalis also held some bearing on that thought. As he waited for her answer, he turned his gaze towards Zafar, who seemed content as he made short work of the boar meal Myra had provided him. "He's got a pretty big appetite, huh?"