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Helping Out (AlexsSketches and Lord Dakol)

Lord Dakol

Lord Dakol

Supernova
Joined
Jun 28, 2009
Location
California
It had been a late night for Mark Hadleigh; being in a new city for his company meant working overtime, which he didn't mind, except it left him tired as all hell. But he found a way to make it work.

Close by his regional company building was a nice little hotel, so he didn't have to walk far. This is what he was doing as he entered the lobby, running a hand through his short brown hair, sighing softly. His eyes were the same color - a dark hazel -, but they showed sleepiness. Waving tiredly to the receptionist, Mark went to the elevator and pressed the button. He didn't have to wait long for it to arrive, and went up to the fourth floor.

Once there, he walked down the hall, taking a few turns until he reached his room. Tossing his bag down for a moment, he retrieved his keycard and prepared to open it. But something - actually someone - caught his eye; a young woman trying to get into what was presumably her room.
 
Cassandra Yates was frowning slightly at her door and then back at her purse she was carrying, a large thing, big enough to carry a couple of books in if need be. She was nearly frantic as she rummaged through the purse. "Come on..." she mumbled to herself, after she had enough of standing she got onto the ground and pouring the contents of the bag all over the ground in front of the door. She rummaged through that and sighed. She couldn't find her wallet. It had everything she needed in there, her credit card, her key card to get into the room, her ID.

She sighed and looked up at the door again, maybe she could get one from downstairs, she had the room number. Would they give a key card to someone without an ID? Probably not, and she didn't have money to get another hotel room, let alone pay for the missing key card. She chewed on her lip a bit as her ears flicked with a slight frustration, not even taking notice to the man that had stopped to watch her.
 
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Mark tilted his eyes, his eyes relaxing as he watched her shuffle through her large purse in an attempt to find her keycard. He frowned slightly; he knew the feeling. With a gentle sigh, he turned back to his door and almost swiped the card before stopping. What was he doing?

Looking back at the young woman, he saw that she was unsuccessful in finding the key. Although he was tired, he couldn't help but feel pity for her, and wonder if there was some way he could help. So, walking over until he was a few feet behind her, Mark gently tapped on her shoulder with his free hand. "Excuse me, miss? Is everything all right? Did you lose your key?" he inquired softly.
 
Cassandra jumped at the tap to her shoulder, her tail standing straight up, her ears frizzing before laying flat again. She turned and looked up to see the man "Ah, uh...yeah." she said and gave a weak smile. "I lost my wallet, so I don't really have anything right now." she explained before turning back to place everything back into her bag "I guess I left it some where. God, I'm so scatterbrained." she said and laughed at herself a little bit. Before standing up and kicked at the door slightly.

"Do you think they'll give me a room key, if I ask for one at the desk?" she asked "without ID..." she added after a little while.
 
Mark didn't know how he missed the fact that she had a pair of large, brown cat ears. He blinked in surprise, Holy crap, she's neko! he thought before shaking his head to get back to the subject. "Uh oh, that's no good..." he replied, scratching the back of his neck. "I understand; I feel that way a little too."

But when the subject of asking for a keycard at the desk came up, he grimaced. "Uh . . . I don't think so, haha..." he said. He then got an idea. "Hey, why don't you use the phone in my room? Call the last place you were at," Mark said, gesturing to the door where his bag was.
 
Cassandra smiled "Really? You'd let me do that? That would be great, please, thank you." she said and hurried to the door not waiting for Mark. "oh! I've been rude, my name's Cassandra, what's yours?" she asked, smiling at Mark as she held at her hand. She seemed to already perk up at the thought that this man could help her.

She started to think of where she had last been, her friends house. She hoped it was there, she really wasn't sure what she would do if it wasn't, her friend was unable to help, it's why she was staying in the hotel in the first place.
 
"Well, yeah-" he began, but blinked in surprise as she hurried past him to his door without another second to waste. The young man turned around to set his eyes on her, and smiled, walking forward until he was a few feet away.

"The name's Mark. Mark Hadleigh; nice to meet you, Cassandra..." Mark replied, taking her hand in his and giving it a light, friendly shake. "Excuse me..."

He sidled past her to get to her door with any unnecessary bodily contact, and swiped the keycard through the scanner. It took a moment before the red light on the scanner to lit up with a bright emerald before it unlocked. Mark then picked up his bag and opened the door to his room, holding the door open for her once he was inside.

The room was remarkably clean, with almost no personal effects - except for the suitcase by the television -, and a large bed, complete with smooth white sheets and a blanket. "The phone's over there," he pointed out, gesturing to the telephone on the nightstand by his bed.
 
Cassandra nodded and headed over "Thanks again, for lending me your phone." she said, before dialing her friends number. She grabbed one of her ears, tugging on it lightly, a bad habit she formed a while back. "Hello?" she asked when her friend finally got on the phone. Her smile started to fade though as she talked.

"It's not there..." she said and hung up the phone. "I guess I must have dropped it on my way here or something like that." she said, thinking for a bit, before dialing another number. This time it was the police, she explained her situation and nodded a few times. Well, at least they could go looking for it. She hung up the phone again. "Thank you again." she said and fidgeted slightly, "It was a big help, the police are looking for it now." she added.
 
Mark was hoping for the best as she called her friend, and tension mounted as she talked to her friend. The young man could help but smile and chuckle softly as she tugged on one of her ears, biting his lower lip. But as her smile disappeared, his shoulders slumped and let out a heavy sigh. "Ah, great..." he said in disappointment.

Sitting at one of the chairs, he watched her as she turned to him and thanked him. "It was no trouble, Cassandra. Really," he replied, waving her off. Then, a moment of silence came, realizing that he couldn't just kick her out now. As much as he wanted to sleep, he wanted to help her more.

"Well, I was about to call for room service. Why don't you stay and wait to see if they call back about your wallet?" Mark suggesting, knowing that she might say no because he was practically a stranger.
 
Cassandra looked down, should she really stay? She didn't know this man, she should leave. Then again, where would the police call, she hadn't given them another number to call. "I-Are you sure? You look tired, I should probably go, plus I need to find a place to stay for the night." she said and stepped back a bit. "I can't have you calling room service, I don't have any way to pay you back, and what if they don't find my wallet, I'll need to call and cancel cards and things like that." she said, though she did kind of want to stay, you didn't meet a nice man every day of your life.
 
David shook his head, attempting to look his best to not look tired, but energized. "No, it's totally fine. It's not every day that I get to eat dinner with a beautiful woman..." he said before a sudden nervous laugh left his mouth. He blushed faintly and cleared his throat.

"Sorry. Um, but it's all right. Plus, you can use my phone to cancel your cards and such..." he said, silently hoping she would accept his offer.
 
Cassandra smiled at the comment, and blushed right along with Mark. "Alright, since you put it that way, I would be happy to have dinner with you." she said a tugged on her hair a bit, happy that the other kept saying things to get her to stay. "Thank you, I'll call after dinner?" she suggested and found a chair to sit down in. Her tail wrapping around her waist so that it wasn't sat on and her hands folded into her lap. She set her bag down next to the chair.

"So, Mark, what do you do for a living, anyway?" she asked, curious as to why he was in a hotel room.
 
Mark subtly watched as Cassandra's tail wrapped around her slim waist, making him smile before forcing himself to look up into her eyes. "Uh, yes. That sounds good..." he told her.

When the question of the line of work he was in, Mark leaned back a bit. "Well, my company handles a lot of different venues, but I work mostly in books. You know, sending them out, making sure we get the right profit, that sort of thing," Mark said, getting out of his chair to go to the phone. Once he did, he dialed the front desk for room service. Looking over at Cassandra, he smiled. "What would you like to eat?" the young man inquired.
 
Cassandra nodded "All kinds of books?" she asked and watched him go to the phone. "Um, spaghetti is find with me." she said. Cassandra looked back around the room, thinking a bit "Why do you stay here then?" she asked "Is there a conference or something like that?"

She was confused to why someone who sold book, at what sounded like a desk job or online, would live in a hotel. Her only conclusions were some kind of conference, or Mark just really liked hotels. Which made her think of something else "Do you have a forwarding address I can send payment to? I can't possibly let you buy me dinner without paying you back, even if it's because you think I'm pretty." she was still looking around the bare room, her ears twitching every now and then, before she settled to looking out the window.
 
Mark nodded when she told him that she wanted spaghetti, and told the front desk. "Yeah, and a cheeseburger. Thank you," he said, hanging up before turning to Cassandra and making his way over to the closet.

The young man listened to her ask about a conference and chuckled, shaking his head as he took off the jacket that he was wearing, revealing the neat white dress shirt that hung loosely off his body, though it was obvious that he had a lean, athletic build.

"No no, I uh . . . I'm a regional manager, so I have to travel from city to city to check up on the other businesses. I make sure everything is working smoothly; a phone call wouldn't be able to tell me all I need to know," he explained, turning around to go to the mini-fridge, taking out two chilled water bottles. Mark then walked back over, sitting his own chair before extending the bottle in his right hand to Cassandra.
 
"Oh. That makes sense." she said and turned to look back, her eyes falling on his body a little bit, before blushing and turning away. Her hands fiddling with the tip of her tail. When she saw the extended hand out of the corner of her eye she turned to see what he was holding out to her. "Thank you." she said, taking the bottle of water, her fingers just barely touching his hand as she took it.

She felt like she was saying thank you a lot. She didn't mind too much though, after all he was helping her out, even if it was in small ways. Her eyes had settled on him now, seeming to take in every detail as if studying him. Her hands still fiddling with the tip of her tail. Another bad habit she had picked up early on.
 
Mark shivered just slightly when he felt her fingertips against his warm flesh. Weird; in that moment, he suddenly remembered how long it has been since he was with someone... this fact made him sigh in frustration, sitting down across from her.

He watched for a moment as Cassandra toyed with the tip of her tail, and wondered how it felt to have ears like hers and a tail. However, he considered this rude and kept quiet, instead wanting ask something more casual. "So, may I ask what you're doing in a hotel? Visiting family?" he inquired.
 
Cassandra opened the bottle and took a sip of water, shaking her head "No, visiting friends for the week. It's their first anniversary of their wedding so they wanted people who were at their wedding to show up. Their house is extremely full with guests, so I decided to stay here at the hotel." she explained and sighed "I suppose in the end that wasn't such a great idea." she laughed "though, I did get to meet a very nice man." she said.

"Who I have to say, I'm very lucky in meeting, I wouldn't know what to do. I get so flustered sometimes." she said and smiled.
 
David looked up at her at the mention of a wedding, "Oh? That sounds nice." he said truthfully, also opening his bottle to take a drink, leaning his head back to rest against the wall.

But he coughed a bit and blushed when she mentioned him. He coughed a little more to get the water out of his lungs as he tried to wave the compliment off. "It's no trouble at all, Cassandra. Really," he said, looking at her softly.
 
"It was a beautiful wedding, lots of flowers everywhere, and my friend looked beautiful in her wedding dress. Though she had a tough time with her tail, they forgot to cut a hole for it." she laughed a little bit, messing with her own.

Cassandra went wide eyed a bit when the other started to cough. "Ah! I'm sorry, did I? Are you ok?" she asked, touching his arm, making sure he was ok. She nodded "I still want to say thank you, some how." she said, smiling. "I can pay you back for dinner and your time, when I get my wallet back."
 
A little bit after Mark's coughing stopped, he felt Cassandra's hand on his arm. He looked at it for a moment, staying silent before he moved his arm away, feeling his face get hot. "It's all right, I'm fine. Just went down the windpipe..." he replied, then sighed at her insistence, his mind instantly considering taking her up on the offer, though it wanted something more physical. But he couldn't have that.

"I'm serious, it's okay. I don't need or want payment, Cassandra. Truly," he said, placing his bottle down before running a hand through his hair in exasperation. But when he heard a knock at the door, he got up immediately to get out of the close proximity from the young woman to calm down, answering the door.

It was food service. After getting their food and tipping the waiter, he brought the plate back to the table, where Mark began to eat silently.
 
Cassandra blushed a bit and nodded "Alright." she said and thanked him yet again for the food before starting to eat just as silently.

She constantly looked up from her plate to look at Mark. She didn't like this awkward silence that had started, "I-um." she wanted to start a conversation, but she wasn't sure about what. "The food is good." she said "It's a nice hotel." she added, her hand tugging on her ear, without her realizing as she tried to think of something else to talk about with Mark. "Don't you think so?"

When she lost thought about what else to talk about she started to think about her cards that she lost and calling to cancel them. Her body sat almost straight up, her ears looking alert as she thought about the time. "What time is it?" she asked. The banks didn't stay open all night long.
 
Mark had almost forgotten that Cassandra was there as he dug into his food, but her attempts to start a conversation made him snap back to reality. "Uh, I suppose. Better than most places..." he mumbled, glancing away before she immediately sat straight up, her ears stiffening as he looked at them with a smile.

But with her question made him glance at his watch. "A little after nine," he reported, looking at her curiously.
 
Cassandra sighed "I was afraid of that..." she said and slumped slightly, her ears dropping a bit with her. "I'll have to cancel my cards later. I probably should get going, need to find a place to stay the night." she said and set her plate to the side. "Thank you again, for everything." she said and smiled, holding out her hand. She really wasn't sure where she was going to find a place to stay for the night, but she sure as hell couldn't ask Mark, not unless he let her repay him. Plus, she thought it rude to ask him herself.
 
Mark frowned, feeling bad to have disappointment her, however inadvertent. So when she moved her plate to the side and held out her hand in thanks, the young man made a rash move, at least on his part.

"Why don't you stay here for the night?" he blurted out before he could catch himself. He looked at her in shock and surprise, but knew that he very well couldn't take it back. "I mean, you can use the bed and I'll rest on the chair," Mark said, patting the armrests as he looked at her to see what she would say. A part of him wanted her to say no, but of course, there was a much larger, hungrier part that wanted her to stay. "Or we could share the bed..." he added quietly, coughing gently.
 
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