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[patches_x_x]

They had been fighting most of the day when she had stormed out

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[patches_x_x]

He always makes sure his men are on time. If they aren't, they tend to not have to worry about time ever again.

That being said, he couldn't care less what he makes his men do. He is allowed to be fashionably late.

He also doesn't have to knock before he enters one of their rooms.

[majorinyri]

The door opening definitely grabs her attention. Luckily the bedroom is not where that door opens into. First there is a tiny lounge type thing. Inyri sits up, pushing Yorick off of her. "Who--?"

Yorick looks over his shoulder. "...Oh. Kriff."

Inyri looks murderous. "You idiot. Not Zekka."

Well shit!

[patches_x_x]

It would have been better if their voices were quiet. Safer for them. Maybe they would have had time to get Inyri out of there.

When he appears in the doorway to the bedroom, his face isn't red in anger, nor is he yelling. He's still, quiet.

Planning.

[majorinyri]

They're still half dressed, sweaty and flushed and in a lot of shock. "Thyne, I--" Yorick begins, and Inyri hisses at him. "Shut up. Nothing you say will make it better."