02-20-2018, 08:17 AM
“Well don’t sit to close,” Maor said with a teasing smirk. “With a rear like that, you’re bound to touch the fire.”
He would have chuckled too had another voice, unrecognizable in nature, asked if they were enjoying themselves. Maor had little time to take in the young but perhaps authoritative male before said figure held his hand and brought him towards a seat on the other side from Ethan and right next to what had to be the head chair itself. That was done in a swift and graceful movement that probably would have made Maor nauseated.
“Uh,” he said with slight dizziness. “Nice meeting you, Carl. I’m Maor and this is—“
“Ethan,” another voice announced with deep contrast compared to Carl. A slightly older looking male appeared, clad in a white Dress shirt not of the modern era and black pants and shoes to match, something noticeably less regal compared to Carl. “That is your name, right? Elaine told us of our guests. I’m Adam Vermillion.”
Maor noticed a few similarities, but maybe they were related on another scale. He just found it odd that if Carl was the figure head of this mansion, what did that mean for Adam? The taller blond took a seat beside Ethan, extending a hand and saying “Charmed to meet you both. You both got stranded, huh? Luckily you came here. We run into stragglers here and there, but tonight’s supposedly going to get freezing cold, so we spared no expense to warm up the mansion and brace ourselves for it.”
He would have chuckled too had another voice, unrecognizable in nature, asked if they were enjoying themselves. Maor had little time to take in the young but perhaps authoritative male before said figure held his hand and brought him towards a seat on the other side from Ethan and right next to what had to be the head chair itself. That was done in a swift and graceful movement that probably would have made Maor nauseated.
“Uh,” he said with slight dizziness. “Nice meeting you, Carl. I’m Maor and this is—“
“Ethan,” another voice announced with deep contrast compared to Carl. A slightly older looking male appeared, clad in a white Dress shirt not of the modern era and black pants and shoes to match, something noticeably less regal compared to Carl. “That is your name, right? Elaine told us of our guests. I’m Adam Vermillion.”
Maor noticed a few similarities, but maybe they were related on another scale. He just found it odd that if Carl was the figure head of this mansion, what did that mean for Adam? The taller blond took a seat beside Ethan, extending a hand and saying “Charmed to meet you both. You both got stranded, huh? Luckily you came here. We run into stragglers here and there, but tonight’s supposedly going to get freezing cold, so we spared no expense to warm up the mansion and brace ourselves for it.”