Ready, Aim, FIRE!

Who: Dorian and Eury
Where: Eury's House, The Forest!
When: Late Morning to Afternoon

Dorian took the opportunity to sleep in on his day off, rising from bed around nine, the time he'd usually be opening the shop. It felt good to have the day off, to know that he should be at work but he wasn't, and he didn't mind paying Caleb for his services if he could feel this free. On the way to Eury's, he stopped to pick up donuts, finding those easier attained than drive through cinnamon rolls, then quietly let himself in through her front door. He still couldn't believe she'd left it open for him, but then she didn't have his luck, so hopefully it was safer than it seemed. Donuts in tow, he headed for her room, knocking softly before peering in. "Morning, sweetheart," he said, coming in to wake her. This was something he'd never done before, he realized, and he wondered if there was a protocol he should be following that he'd already messed up.

Eury had been asleep, and she made an inarticulate little sound as she roused. "Cm'n." she said, not at all fully awake, though she flopped one hand over to her night stand to get her sunglasses, which she put on before she even attempted to open her eyes. The clock told her it was a little after nine. Mm. Sleep was good. If only there'd been more of it. But she smiled sleepily. There were worse ways to wake up.

Dorian watched the motion, always curious. He'd never seen her without her glasses on, though it made sense to know she slept without them. Apparently she couldn't bare to go five more minutes without them though and he finally decided he'd ask. Dorian sat down on the bed, setting the donuts on the night stand. "I've wanted to ask since I met you," he said, looking down at her, "But I thought it would be rude." A finger ran along the frames, slowly, though he didn't pull them away. "Why do you wear them?"

Eury stilled when he touched her sunglasses frames, afraid for a minute he was going to remove them. At least he didn't. "My eyes are extremely photosensitive." she answered, voice a little rough from sleep. "So I need them to block out the light so I don't fry my eyes and go blind." she answered. "I was wondering when you were going to ask." she added, smiling sleepily at him.

There were many times when he could have asked before, but if it was night and he had his own to worry about, then he tended to avoid it. Now, with that brief moment that he'd seen her without them, he'd been unable to help himself. "Keep your eyes closed," he said, then slowly, so she'd know what he was going to do, slid her glasses up to her forehead.

Eury reached up as if she was going to stop him, but she didn't, forcing her hands to settle back down as she kept her eyes closed. They weren't squeezed shut, something she had to kind of force as well. She just figured that he was trying to get a look at her without the sunglasses, see what she looked like. Squinty-eyes wouldn't help that.

Lightly, so very softly, Dorian brushed his fingers over her eyes. He wondered what color they were, if he'd ever get to see them, and then promptly realized what he was doing and bit the inside of his cheek almost hard enough to draw blood. Lowering her glasses back into place, he smiled down at her, internally flustered more than he'd expected. "I brought donuts," he said, thinking that he'd really like to move on now before he made himself any more uncomfortable than he already was.

Eury had to smile, something that started when he was touching her face, and widened when he spoke, totally changing the subject. She half sat up, arching a brow at him. "Donuts are good." she said. She defintiely had an expression that said she would have liked to have questioned him on what he'd been doing, or if he had gotten what he'd wanted, but she wasn't. Not just yet anyhow. He looked a little jittery to her, and she didn't necessarily want to spook him.

Thank God, he thought when she allowed him to drop it, because what would he say? Dorian didn't have an answer to a single thing she might have asked him. "They are," he agreed with a smile, shaking off the odd sensation from a moment before. "Fine fuel before going into battle. Would you like coffee with them? I can go put some on," he offered. He hadn't brought any with him, but he knew where she kept her coffee pot. She'd been kind enough to serve him last time he'd shown up at her house, drunk and distressed. Today was far better than the last.

Eury positively beamed at that. "Ooh, yes." she said. "Coffee would be heavenly right now." And so was staying in bed while someone else made it. That made any coffee ever made a million times better than it usually was. He could serve her vile, undrinkable swill and it would be awesome.

Dorian laughed softly, then rose from the bed. "I'll go put some on then," he offered, a touch amused. Girls had that way of saying things, as if having coffee in bed would be positively orgasmic. He'd never believe it, but he wouldn't deny Eury her coffee either. He headed into the kitchen, smiling as he put it on. This was one household task he didn't mind and never would.

She stretched, making a pleased sort of sound as she flopped around on her bed a bit, tugging the blankets around into a less twisted around fashion on her bed and body. She wasn't quite prepared to get up yet though. Donuts were calling, however, and she started nosing through the box.

Once the coffee was on, Dorian gathered up some napkins and such, as donuts tended to be messy. Eury probably didn't want icing in her bed, no matter how good it was. By the time he'd gathered everything together-- napkins, sugar, cups and creme-- the coffee was ready. Pouring them both a cup, he returned to her room, handing Eury hers as he took a seat on the bed. "Be careful, it's hot," he warned. "Sleep well?"

She took her mug, sitting up indian style. Eury's bedroom attire consisted of an oversized tshirt today, so nothing too over-exposed. "Thank you." she said, sounding like he was a godsend. Adding cream and sugar, she nodded. "Yes, actually. But I usually do when I know I don't actually have to get up for anything mind numbingly important. It's fun to sleep in." Then she grinned at him. "Especially if I'm woken up with donuts and coffee."

"Today has been wonderfully relaxed so far. I'd go into why I needed it, but that would only get me all tense again, and isn't this the day where I don't worry about my family?" he said, lips quirking up. He needed to not worry about how things were going with Mathias and Caleb and the shop and the house for just a day. Even a few hours would do. Donuts and coffee in bed with Eury? It was a great start.

"Yes, that's exactly it, thank you, and so we're going with that relaxed thing. Then of course going to war and shooting one another. Because that's terribly necessary as well, you know." Eury said matter o factly, choosing a donut to take up and munch on. "This is the best wake up I've had in ages!" she added.

"Do you think it's bad that I find the violence relaxing?" he asked, and even if it sounded silly, he wanted an honest answer here. It was something he was trying to understand about himself, something he'd been ignoring for far too long. Dorian smiled, taking a donut for himself as he slipped off his shoes and made himself comfortable as well. "It's the best I've had since I've moved here," he agreed, "And that includes the getting out of bed and getting my ass over here to make you coffee. I can't imagine how great it must be from your end."

"Absolutely splendid, thank you." Eury informed him. Then she paused and looked at him thoughtfully. "You want me to really answer that for you?" she asked. He seemed to want an honest answer. So she thought it over properly and gave it. "It's not real violence. It's the illusion of violence. It's a game, brought up to a level above squirt guns. But unless you were planning on offing me in the woods and burying my body out there, it's not really violent."

"That's true," he laughed. If they were using real guns, he wouldn't be out there looking for her. This didn't seem a good time to say that he'd enjoy hunting down real targets though, as that would probably creep her out. Understandably so. "I think I can accept enjoying fake violence, then. Though, water guns can be dangerous," he pointed out. "Don't ever under estimate them."

"Have you suffered severely at the hands of water pistols?" Eury asked, gasping dramatically. She reached out and put a hand on his arm. "It's okay, Dorian, you can tell me! Share your pain!"

Dorian grinned, though the answer was yes. Completely and deadly serious, yes. But those were water pistols filled with salt water, not regular water, and he'd rather not go into that. "Horribly," he laughed. "It's all my brother's fault. If you ever meet him, you tell him how he's scarred me for life. Now I have to resort to the real artillery-- paint ball guns."

She tsked. "You poor, poor dear. Well at least we have paintball. So we can still enjoy behaving like children in the woods and shoot each other. I think it's a sound plan." Eury finished firmly, drinking more coffee and feeling much more awake now.

"I can't tell you how much I've been looking forward to this," Dorian smiled. "I realized yesterday morning how badly I needed it and just caved." He took a sip of coffee, now that it wouldn't burn his tongue. Much as he liked it hot, he preferred to have his taste buds intact.

"Well, I'm glad you did." Eury said firmly. "Because I think you did too. And you really should take more days like this. It wouldn't kill you. Though when winter comes, we'll have to see about making igloos and having fort-wars." So maybe sometimes Eury was a kid at heart. There was nothing wrong with that!

"I plan to take more days like this," he said. He needed them, dreadfully. One day off a week wasn't enough. "Igloos? Can you make those up here?" he asked, brightening slightly. "I come from the land of no snow. I'm not even sure how I'm gonna make it through the winter."

"I hear the snow's really bad. So yes, I'm certainly looking forward to making an igloo. And it's not nearly so much fun if you don't have someone to make an igloo with. So I'm going to be making you do it. Don't worry, I know I'll have to put up with endless wussy whining from you about how cold it is outside." Eury teased, grinning at him.

"So long as you serve my wussy ass hot chocolate, then I think we'll have a compromise," he laughed. "I'm sure I'll complain, especially if I have to shovel my way to work, but I'm looking forward to it as well. It'll be interesting to experience seasons for the first time. They're pretty much non-existent from my part of the south."

"Oh, I make a mean hot chocolate. I put cinnamon in it, that makes all the difference." Eury informed him. She liked to put cinnamon sticks in. That was just the best. "Bitch away, but there'll be igloos. And wars. What good is being alive if you can't do silly things now and then and appreciate them? Too many people forget to just enjoy themselves now and then, and that not everything has to be sophisticated. I for one enjoy playing."