He blushed very visibly as she mentioned his place would smell of sex, but when she asked who zubbs was it helped break him out of it. "A pet, he's a fruit bat, I let him out every night and when i'm not home to let him in he just sleeps on the balcony. However I didn't get a chance to let him out before I came here." Samael stood up, and looked to find the rest of his clothes. "I'm just worried you'll break me dear Eris..." He said before leading her to his place.
He lived in the corner apartment just two doors down from hers so the walk was short, most of the room was off to the left when entering his apartment.
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The room was fairly clean, although it had a feeling of wornness and dirty, but it could've just been the low watt bulbs and the multitude of books.
The entrance door was to the side of the wall, on your right if you walk through it and the table where a tv would go was to your left. from the wall connecting to that was the door to bedroom, which was now closed, muffling the sound of the shower. The bathroom being inside the bedroom it seemed. The couch faced the wall with the entrance and behind it was a short length of carpet before the kitchen. There was a counter to the wall adjacent to the wall closest to the door, that wall connecting to the next door apartment. The entrance to the kitchen directly faced the fridge. and the sink was against the wall against the neighboring apartment. The stove was close to the sink, against the outside wall.
On the coach was a hand woven quilt, like the kind your grandmother knitted for your mother. to the bedroom direction of the couch was a wooden chair with books stacked up on it. There was a table to the other side of the coach, an old ring-dial phone, worn and black. In front of the couch, between it and the 'TV stand' was a coffee table, piled up with a books, a few open and others bookmarked with cloth strips.
Looking all around this apartment and something seemed odd. There was hardly any technology. Even the phone, which had a circle dial. The stove and fridge were old, and come to think of it the apartment building was built probably in the early years of the industry age.
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He found Zubbs lieing in a bowl of fruit, mostly half eaten the little fruitbat had fallen asleep in the bowl. Samael shook his head and left him there, the bowl on the counter to the kitchen, and turned to her. "Alright, mind if I take a shower? You can make yourself comfortable on my bed while you wait, I really want to freshen up before we spend the next four hours having sex, passing out, and having more sex when we wake up.
The bathroom was through the bedroom and to the left, against the wall to the neighboring apartment, which was currently empty. The fifth floor hardly had any occupants, one of the many reasons he preferred it.
Inside the bedroom his bed was an old full size with a plain wooden backboard slightly carved and brown and orange colors filled the room.
The foor end of the bed had a short board on the end completing the frame, stacks of books at the end of it, some open.
To the right against the wall adjacent to the living room were tons of more books, with a chair holding more books. To the other side of the bed was a bedside table with an ancient lamp, probably one of the first to use light bulbs, but it was void of dust at the very least.
There was a sliding glass door as well, and she could feel a small hum of magic coming from it, a protection against invaders, like vampires and unwanted demons, unlike her, who was more then welcome, she was wanted.
He left her in the room, as hard as it was, passing his dresser he grabbed some underwear out of habit, an old carved multi-drawer chest, the only thing against that wall, more books ontop of it.
She soon heard the water start, but he did not take more then three minutes to get clean, hurrying with the soap, he only wanted one thing, more sex with her.
(sorry it took so long.)
(it's a little rushed, i wanted to give at least a half decent description of his place.)
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