forum o/o Demon’s Contract

Started February 11, 2019 by @Yoaisami

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(Alright, I'm back so I guess I'll just resume this from the last reply!)
Edith grimaced.
"S-sorry. You can continue now." She looked out the tinted car window into the dark night.

(Yay Hi!)

Zack nodded a little and continued with a sigh. "I'm not going too fast, am I?" He asked, glancing at her as he slowly turned towards the larger dorms.

(Shoot! I thought I replied already, wth am I doinggg)
Edith shook her head quickly.
"No, it's fine." They started toward the larger dorms. Edith leaned closer to the window.
"So you live here, right?" She said.

(Tiisss ok)

Zack pulled in neatly in front of a dorm that looked similar to a huge townhouse. "Yep. I live here. I live on the second floor, alone." He stood out of the car and shut the door, starting to walk up.

"That's.. Interesting." Edith followed him out of the vehicle, staying close behind him. She pulled her crimson jacket closer to her chest, shivering. The cool air blew her hair astray, and she didn't bother fixing it.

Zack opened the front pair of doors, curving into a flight of steps and ignoring a cry of "Hey!" from the first-floor inhabitant. The voice was a girl's, so no wonder Zack was fleeing it. Soon the pair made it to Zack's neat dorm, where he invited her into an empty room.

When Zack opened the painted white door, a woman called out to them. Zack ignored her, so Edith nodded shyly to her and walked up the steps. She was invited into an empty room in a rather tidy dorm. She looked around curiously, her eyes roving the dorm.

Zack shuffled across his dorm to a second door next to a third, almost down a hall and next to a kitchen.
"Here's your room," He said, opening the door to his immediate left.

"Oh, do you want me to make anything? You probably didn't make dinner yet thanks to me." Edith said casually. She glanced at the kitchen.
"Thanks for letting me stay." She said for the thousandth time. She headed toward the room she was introduced to.

Zack trotted away into the kitchen. "No, I already have something I want to eat." He opened his fridge and pulled out a take-out box, grinning. It was a winderful take-out from a barbecue place. Thinking of his made his chops water.

"Hm, alright then. I'll just, hang out in my room. You can just ask if you need anything?" Edith said, realizing that it ended in a question. Wait. wasn't he supposed to say this part? Oops. She thought, hastily backing away into the spare room.
It was bare, housing only a bed and a small desk, with a lamp turned off sitting utop it. She collapsed on the bed, exhaling deeply. She wanted to go out and talk to him again, but she couldn't find any reason to. She stared up at the ceiling, counting the seconds in her mind.

Zack shrugged and plopped the rack on an oven tray, humming hungrily, turning on the oven and rubbing his hands. He had to wait around for the oven to preheat, but he knew it'd be worth it. As he waited he respiced the ribs with the saice that he took from the restaurant. It would be wonderful…

(Stahppp your making me hungry XD
Anyway, time skip? Or does something happen rn)

Edith rolled around lazily, enjoying the cool bedsheets against her cheek. Sighing, she sniffed the air. A hint of ribs tickled her nostril, and she rolled over into a pillow. She felt hot and sticky and dirty. Where was the shower here? Edith walked out of the room, looking for Zack.
"Zack? Are you fine with me using the bathroom? I want to take a shower." She called toward the kitchen.

Zack was enjoying his ribs, which had been cooked finely to his taste. A little burnt so it was not so tight on the bone and the sauce could seep into the meat.
"Mmm? Mhm," He hummed pointing with his elbow at a door next to his room.

(Whoops she didn't lock the door XD)
"Thanks." Edith said, opening the door and stepping inside. Hopefully the shower would clear her mind. She closed the door and stripped off her clothes, simultaneously opening the water and closing the shower curtain.
After she finished washing, she just stood there, letting the water beat down on her skin. She let herself have another moment of peace, and climbed out, wrapping herself with a towel. By now Zack should be done eating. Maybe I should try talking to him again? Edith thought.

Zack was finished eating and needed to wash his hands after licking his fingers. But there was no soap at the sink. He cursed softly and turned to the bathroom, squirming awkwardly with his fingers sticking out. He tapped on the door with his foot, looking impatient and uncomfortable.

Edith quickly changed into her clothes, feeling rather shy in the new environment. She looked at herself in the mirror, then drew a smiley face on the foggy surface. Hm? She heard soft taps by the door, and she bit her lip. Edith brushed her hair hastily and opened the door.

Zack grinned faintly, hiding his pointing fingers away behind the door. "Er… I need to wash my hands," He said with a slight air of awkwardness, nodding at the sink and a bottle of soap standing near it.

"Oh. Okay." Edith stepped aside to let him in, a comb still in her hand. She walked back to her room and closed the door behind her. She stood, laying her head against the door. Wow. I backed out of that situation too fast. What does he even think of me? I shouldn't get my hopes up too high.
Edith shook her head, a small frown forming on her face. Her chestnut-brown hair hung, settling around her shoulder. Drops of water trickled down her collarbone.