Zackary blinked innocently. "I-um no we don't. Rolls?" Clearly, she was assuming that they'd just rolled in from somewhere… which they have…
Afriel elbowed Zackary lightly, "we uh, don't have any money." She looked for an excuse to use so the lady wouldn't just think they where beggers, "we're refugees, from the war."
Zackary blinked and nodded furiously. "Yep. We're refugees. We were shot down when we were going back to the health center."
The lady gave a sympathetic look, "if y'all are looking to start a new life here I can offer work. Sure the pays not that good but we've got a room y'all could also stay in."
Zackary looked interested. "Do we get free food, too?" He glanced at Afriel and simpered at her look.
"All I can offer, food wise, is left overs from the day before." The lady disapered into the back an emerged a few seconds later with two rolls, "here, y'all must be hungry."
Afriel greatfully took one of the rolls that was offered, "thank you very much."
Zackary disappeared in a snarling mess as he scarfed down the roll. He emerged looking ruffled. "Thanks."
Afriel held in a laugh as did the lady. "Well, let me show you to your room. And y'all can start work tomorrow." The lady led them up stairs to a door, "oh, by the way, I'm Eden."
Zackary gave her a grin. "I'm Zackary. Nice to meet you."
"I'm Afriel." Afriel would have put her hand out to shake Edens, but the bell down stairs rang and she quickly scurried away. "Well, she was nice." Afriel said as she opened the door to the room.
Zackary peeked in. There was only one twin sized bed, a nightstand, a dresser, and a closet.
Afriel looked at the bed, "well then." She awkwardly shuffled in the room and stood in the very center, "its, quaint?"
"Certainly…" Zackary was staring at the bed. "Er… I assume you don't want to share with me."
"No, but I'm not going to make you sleep on the floor. I do believe that'd be rude." Afriel tried to look any where but at the bed.
"But the bed is so… I can sleep on the floor. I don't want to make you uncomfortable…" Zackary trailed off delicately.
The truth was Afriel didn't mind, but at the same time she thought that Zackary didn't want to half to share a bed. "We can take turns? You know, so the other doesn't get back pains?"
Zackary looked at her. "Sharing is out of the book? I wouldn't mind sharing." He crossed the room and glanced down at the bed.
"I wouldn't mind sharing either." Afriel mumbled and wrung her hands. Her gaze drifting to the floor.
Zackary looked at her, grinning shyly. "Then it's not a problem."
"I mean, I don't want Eden thinking anything. We're not together, together." Afriel kept her eyes on the floor, "are we?"
Zackary fell silent. "D-do you want to be?" He turned a faint red and his collar itched on his neck.
(Oh the fluff.)
Afriel shyly looked up, "well if you want to." Her voice took on that awkward high pitchedness it often got when she was around Zackary.
(ohohoOoooo the fluuuf)
Zackary moved the hair out of the way of his eyes; he never does that. "Of-of course I do." He smiled shyly.
"Oh, okay." Afriel gave a small shy smile before changing the topic, "so uh, ever work in a bakery before?"
Zackary shook his head. "No, I haven't. I can cook, though." He smiled.
"Well then I'm sure you can bake." Afriel made her way to the dresser, hoping to find a brush of some sort. "No more tangles!" She exclaimed holding up a brush happily.
Zackary smiled. "Is there a comb in there? Combs are handy too."
Afriel dug around, mainly pushing aside cloths of sorts and a few cook books. "Uh, yeah!" She pulled out the comb and handed it it him.
Zackary beamed. "Sweet! I can restore my hair to a longer length, as I like."
Afriel laughed lightly and replaced the brush on the dresser. "Ever work at all?"
