She/Her
27
September 3
Slateport City
Graysexual
Business Heir
Grunt
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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Naia Kayode
Damage Control?
POSTED ON Mar 23, 2023 20:54:57 GMT
Ah.. this was so awkward..
This entire time he hasn't given his name yet, or at least she didn't think so. Perhaps he said it the moment they met, and if he did it would be super rude of her to ask now. But if he hadn't given his name at all, then it would be even more so stressful, it probably meant he didn't see her worthy enough or didn't live up to his standards. Maybe he didn't trust her enough. She didn't know how to address him without a name, and really didn't know how to even start a conversation with him. Still even with that added stress, it was a relief that he managed to make his way over to the living room, even more so when he talked.
“Nice place you have here.”
Naia never really go to explore the entirety of this place, the condo itself was mainly used by her family as a hideout of sorts. It was comprised of three main parts, the basement in which her father did the majority of his procedures, the main floor for greeting, meetings, and even lounging and then the upper floors for over night patients. She could only assume the main floor was used for more social gatherings rather than the top floor because there were far more avenues to escape from, windows large enough for people, plenty of back doors, and exists to the other floors if need be. You can't get cornered here at least.
"Thanks, It serves it's purpose." She spoke as she made her way into the living room with him, opting to sit in a nearby armchair rather than on the couch beside him. It wasn't until she sat down did she truly come to terms with how stressed she was, her body instantly relaxing the moment it didn't need to overwork itself. The seat was surprisingly comfy and she was relaxing rapidly despite being alone in a room with a complete stranger-- a bad sign she was getting even more sleepy.
She didn't even need to think about getting up and grabbing anything as her Indeedee came in, holding two glass Soda Pops, one in each hand. The familiar and tempting smell of coffee lofting from the kitchen told her that something more fitting was coming soon and this was to hold her off from now, and while it placed one of the bottles on the coffee table, the other went directly in her hand, "Thanks Seb." She spoke in a low soft tone, with far more affection then she had showed this entire time, and with another distorted ring it left.
"S-Uhm.." There was a moment of confidence to speak, but was quickly dashed when she thought her original way of wording would be too rude or harsh. While only a second pause, it felt almost too long for Naia, "Feel.. free to just relax. Formality.. can be." She'd look away, her brows furrowing as she tried to piece the words together, "not.. fun? It just feels stuffy. My mother may like it, but it's a bit too much for me." More like it was too exhausting to constantly think about the dos and don'ts.
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