MY ROOM, MY RULES [STARLING]

All day he had been forging and for a good portion of the night that was all he had been doing as well. Nobles came to his forge requesting new shoes for their mounts and Starling would not say no to such an order. But little did he know the hassles of working for Nobles who would nit pic at everything. But that was what happened,everything was wrong in their eyes which only lead to the poor Strain working twice as hard and as long as nesscary for horse shoes and nailing them to the bottoms of the beast feet. Eventually, they grew satisifed with his work and paid him very litle which angered him. He was a good strain and held his tongue and wished them a good night. Wait? Night. Ugh! Having done enough labor for the day he closed his forge and returned to Heaven's Embrace to Saint's Pleasure where he lived.

By the time he reached the doors he barely had the strength to bathe but he did so reguardless of almost falling asleep in the water four times. He would rather be clean and drowned then having Hessat down his throat. After that deadly adventure he dressed himself then tired to make his way to his poor excuse of a room. He only made it half way before giving up. He thought about just curling up on the floor and sleeping but Hessat's room was to his right. Which would be worse? The floor or Hessat? He choose Hessat. Entering the room as quietly as possible he made a bee line for the bed and could careless if the other was awake or asleep.

It didn't matter to him as he slipped into the bed and as soon as his head hit the pillow, he was out like a light. He might of been allowed a peaceful slumber but morning was a whole new ball game. Starling as a cuddler and well, Hessat produced enough heat to make the fox cling to him as he slept. One minute his heat source was there and next it was gone. His mind stirred slightly, ears twiching with the creak of the bed. His mind barely regiestered the hands on his body but it fully caught someone saying his name.

Before he knew it he was being shoved out of the bed, pillows and blankets trailing after him in a heap. The poor fox let out a startled cry as he landed on his back, legs up in the air with his feet on the matress. Now, clearly awake and as wide eyed as a new born kitten he looked into the face of an imp.

Hessat was looking down at him while Starling glared up at him. "Couldn't you just ask me to move? You jerk." Groaned the fox who removed the rest of his body from the bed and proceeded to cocoon himself in the fallen blankets to go back to sleep. He wasn't ready to meet the day and he could sleep for a few more hours provided Hessat allowed him to do so.

Now this was just irritating. All he wanted to do was sleep after a hard nights work and this stupid man just had to kick him out of bed. What was so wrong about just letting a simple fox sleep in the bed a bit longer while you got up? Nothing. But this was Hessat and his mind didn't work like normal peoples and Starling sometimes forgot about that. The fox snorted out in distaste while snuggling into the blankets. He turned his back to his Keeper so he could maybe sleep rather then glare daggers at him for the remainder of the morning. "Don't flatter yourself." Remarked Starling as he took a deep breath to settle his nerves.

Touching Hessat was one of the things that made the boy shudder at the mere thought of doing such an act. Especially, with imp that was staring down at him. He owed him a lot fo things but touching was not one of them. He wasn't his type and he sure as hell wouldn't get near him in that fashion. But saying that vocally would probably lead to getting his throat slashed and so he often just humored the escort to save himself some pain and suffering.

"I was exhausted and I couldn't make it to my room. Yours was the best option. That's all." In other words, Hessat had best not look too much into it. But it was true that Hessat randomly found his way into his own chambers and often, Starling just dealt with it. Sometimes it was nice to have a little extra warmth in the covers but that was it. Starling was a rather large prude on many things. "I missed the warmth. It was cold last night." He decided to cover his tracks a bit to make his words sound a bit less harsh. If he was kind enough to Hessat, he might allow him to rest a bit longer.

"And I like staying warm. Nothing wrong with that, now is there?" Okay, so he failed at trying to stay on the good side with words. He was too damn cranky right now anyways to even try and make a plight with Hessat.

Clearly, if Huffy Hessat didn't want to hear the truth then he shouldn't of asked. It wasn't Starling's fault that he was too tired to reach his own bedchamber. Nor to the fact that Hessat's room was closer. He didn't see the harm in turning the tables either for a change. If Hessat went to his room then why couldn't he go to the others? As for being cross, well, he hadn't really spelt which normally mean the Blacksmith was going to have an attitude problem and Hessat never made it any better. His voice grated on the foxes nerves the more he spoke with that sickening sweet voice that was all but fake.

Two could play this game, "Is this before or after they finish with you for the night?" His voice matched Hessat's perfectly in tone though he rolled his eyes and closed them to try and rest. of course, his keeper would have none of that as he pulled the blankets back. But automatic repsonse, Starling pressed his ears further into his hair to avoid being pinched. When no pain came, Starling started to wonder about his current state. Cracking a slitted eye open, he watched Hessat for a moment to disappear in the washroom.

"Well, it is much warmer and I rather climb into someones bed that I know rather then a stranger. Does that make you feel any better?" It probably didn't and Starling really didn't care right now. Ugh, couldn't Hessat just shut up and deal with the fact that this partiulcar Red Clan member just wanted a few hours of sleep? What ws so diffcult in allowing him to rest?

If only he could drown him out with sleep, yes, sleep. He could feel it coming back to him when he closed his eyes. For a breif moment he thought he might of actually won this little battle. That just maybe, Hessat was going to leave him be. That moment of triumph was violently interrupted when a sudden cold washed over him. Starling sat up so fast and threw the blankets to the side that he almost smacked Hessat right in the knee cap.

Starling looked down and around him with a clear look of irritation if not slightly pissed. He was soaking wet, the blankets where wet and so was the floor. A light growl came from him as he turned his gaze upon the dark skinned bitch. The urge to hit Hessat grew and the only thing that kept him from swinging was to grip the sheets in one hand and smile as sweetly as possible."My, I had no idea you had such skills in washing sheets." he said through clenched teeth. "You must be proud of your Maid skills! You even remebered the soap!" It wasn't the best come back in the world but it would work to knock Hessat down a little. With that said, he flopped back on the soggy floor and blankets. Sniffing the air a few times he then added in, "Do I detect lavender?"

Starling was normally the last confronational person on the face of the planet unless he felt strong about something. Usually, things rolled off him like water and he would go about his day as if nothing happened. But he was getting tired of being jerked around and not sleeping. People mocked and tormented him for being a Strain, the purple had little love for him and Hessat's remarks were starting to grate on his nerves. He was sure with some sleep, he would be back to normal and things would proceed without a hitch. But Hessat was making this whole ideal of rest and recovering impossible.

Amber eyes contuined to glare daggers at the purple clans member. He didn't care for the words that came out of his mouth. It clearly showed how much he disapproved of it when his ears bent into a hostile pose. If the poor thing had a tail it would of bushed out in an attempt to make himself look bigger and stronger. He wented to tell Hessa to go jump off a bridge but that would do little to him. Starling wasn't very good at words most of the time but his actions always spoke louder then words. "Go to hell." His retort was simple and to the point.

Normally, the fox would roll over and take what was being said with a grain of salt. He would accept Hessat's hand and go about his day and let Hessat have the win. It made his life far more easier when he did that but today, was not going to go their usual route. 

Sitting up, the blond pulled the blankets out from under him and started to roll them into tight balls. Water rang out of them and only futhered to soak him in the process. He contuined to busy himself with the blankets while his keeper carried on about how his job was exhuasting him and reminding him that he was nothing more then a walking blank slate. It wasn't something he enjoyed and only furthered to anger him. The patronizing stroke was the last straw. Smacking the hand away from his hair he then promptly threw the balled sheets into Hessat's face.

Springing to his feet and rotating on the balls of his heels he flew the bird at Hessat. "Screw you." Huffed the little Starling who then made it a point to leave by going towards the door. He was done with Hessat and his little remarks towards him. He was going to go to his room, change, lock the door and spend the rest of his day in his bed away from everyone else.