Continuing to pat his head, she shook her own. "No. I cried on my mothers lap until the year before I died. She never told me I was too big though...she'd just pat my head and say, 'My little Tessa...it's going to be alright...'" Tessan said, looking down sadly at the ground.

He slowly lifted his head again, just enough to look at her. "...How old were you when you died?" he asked quietly, tears stinging his eyes.

"Seventeen, kinda young to kick the bucket eh?" she said, a small smile appearing on her face, although it was strained.

"I'm seventeen... Zaitsu's twenty-one. I think we might've died fourteen years ago and someone just forgot to tell us..."

Now Tessan actually laughed. "I really doubt it. You feel...different when you're dead. You're seventeen too huh? Well...can I really be called seventeen anymore? I've been dead for at least twenty-five years now..." she said, exhaling loudly, putting her head on the brick behind her.

"You're however old you think you are..." he said, slowly getting up. He made his way cautiously back to his motorcycle and uprighted it again. "I'm going to get sick if I stay out here. I'm going home, the building should be safe to enter again," he called to her, picking up his helmet and pulling it on.

((She can ask/demand to go with him if she/you want. ;;>.> ))

{{I think she'll try the soft approach =]}}

Standing up slowly, her hand having dropped to the ground as he stood up, she dusted the bottom of her skirt off. "Do you want me to come with you?" Tessan asked, moving closer to the bike.

"I don't care," he replied, mounting his bike. He cringed a little at the sight of the scratches on his bike.

Smiling, Tessan jumped on the back of the bike, patting his helmeted head. "Did the hair stroking help calm you down at all?" she asked, kicking her feet to a song in her head.

"It was more weird than anything. I'm not used to being touched by anyone but my brother," he said, kicking the bike to life and leaning low against it. He sped off in the direction of home, his motorcycle giving him a little trouble (there was obviously damage to it), but he managed to keep from letting it be a setback.

"Sorry, I didn't mean for it to be like that, but now that I think about it...it was a little weird," Tessan said, smiling, sticking her tongue out between. "I'm one of those 'act before you think' people, so sorry if I do things that make you seem uncomfortable anytime."

"Hm," Brodie mentally rolled his eyes, "very persuasive indeed." He squirmed a bit as Shozii got on his bed, but didn't protest to it. 'Sure, I'll humor you,' he scooted over a bit and let the cat take more of his blanket. "Just don't kill me in my sleep," he said in a half-joke.

He didn't reply to this, instead, focusing on keeping the bike steady. Tessan didn't really seem to know about how to move her body with the movements of the bike, leaving him to not only make up for her lack of motion, but to be careful not to let her weight throw them.

After a few minutes, he was pulling into another parking garage, underneath a smaller apartment building than the one that Andrew lived in. He came to a stop in a parking spot next to an empty place, which is where Zaitsu's car should've been. Sighing, he put the kickstand down and got off the bike, pulling off his helmet and heading for the elevator.

He let out a sarcastic sounding meow and rolled over onto his side, stretching out and letting out a soft purr.

Brodie relaxed a bit more. He wasn't exactly a cat person -not that he'd ever had one before- but now he was starting to see why people liked them so much when they didn't seem to do much. If he weren't so tired, he may have remembered that the creature laying right next to him was actually a man, and doubtless an awkward separating would ensue, but at the moment, he was content with the cat's low noise and warmth.

"G'night..." he said quietly as he fell asleep.

((>.> He's a asleep...Now what?))

((We talk in the OOC thread and wait for Yume to post in both places? ;;>.> ))

{{O_o both places?}}

As she hopped off the bike and followed him to the elevator, she was pouting, slightly angry. "I don't really like being ignored," she huffed, pressing the button for the elevator, crossing her arms and leaning against the wall, staring at him, her bottom lip sticking out. "Do you just not like talking to people? I mean, when we first met, you were so cool, jumping up to the window, being, like, this close to my face," Tessan said, gesturing a small amount of space between two fingers.

"What? You thought I was cool?" he asked, glancing over at her and stepped into the elevator as the doors opened.

((Both places. We're going to discuss what's goign to happen when we start the next day, seeing as we'll have to reset a coupel characters to do so. ^^;; ))

{{Oh...okies =] I need to clean the vacum, but I'll be back in a sec.}}

"Sure! I can't stop with that much accuracy! I'd end up hitting them in the face, watch!" she said, running into the elevator, trying to stop before she hit him, but slid on the floor and ended up hitting him.

He looked at her with a hard to read expression on his face. "It's really not that hard to do," he said with a sigh, pressing the button to the third floor and leaning against the elevator wall.

((Okay.))

Tessan was getting kind of sleepy, and chilly, especially from being wet, then going fast on the motorcycle. "You're warm," she said sleepily, her eyes closing as her head rested on his chest.

He arched a brow and watched the top of her head. "Of course I'm warm. I'm alive," he replied, pulling her upright and off of him once the door opened. He led her down the hallway and unlocked an apartment door, slipping inside and flipping the light on.

It was a much smaller apartment than Andrew's. The kitchen was behind the living room, with a half-wall that divided it. There wasn't a dining room, and the hallway ran past the kitchen. The first door on the left was open - the bathroom - and the door directly at the end was open as well. In the living room there was a couch against the half-wall, a single beat up armchair, and across from the couch was a modest-sized television set. On the wall next to the door was a small table for placing keys on, and in front of the couch was a coffee table. A few feet away from the television was a desk containing a computer with two monitors.

"It's not much, but it's better than nothing," he said with a sigh, dropping his keys and cellphone onto the table by the door. He headed down the hallway and to the first door on the right, which was also open. The only door that wasn't open was the second door on the right, which was the hall closet. He dug through his dresser and pulled out a pair of old pajamas he'd outgrown, then returned to the living room.

"You might want to take a warm shower so you don't get sick. Sorry it's not much, but you can wear these until your clothes are dry," he told her, holding out the pajamas.

"Thanks," she said with a yawn, grabbing the pajamas and starting to strip off her layers before she reached the bathroom. As she walked into the bathroom, she only had her T-Shirt, skirt, and undergarments on, closing the door and locking it before taking off the rest of her clothes and turning the shower on, making sure it was hot before jumping in.

With a yawn, he went back into his room and pulled off his wet clothes, pulling on a pair of dark purple pajama bottoms that actually fit him. He took his clothes from the floor and put them in a plastic clothes basket, along with Tessan's clothes for the time being, in hopes of keeping the carpet dry. He put the basket outside the bathroom door, then went back into his room to grab one of his pillows and a soft fuzzy blanket.

He went out into the living room and moved a few things from the couch to the coffee table, then laid down, wrapping the blanket around him. A small black kitten jumped up onto the couch and forced its way into the blanket with him.

After a few minutes, Tessan emerged from the bathroom, in her borrowed clothes, throwing her t-shirt and skirt into the bin. Seeing him on the couch, she marched up, shaking her head. "Nope. Get off that couch mister," she said commandingly, pointing towards the bedroom. "I'm not sleeping in there, I'll sleep on the couch."

"You'll sleep on a bed, as all guests to someone's home should," he replied, scratching the little kitten behind the ears. "My room is on the right. The door is open." The kitten mewed loudly, poking its head out of the blanket and staring up at Tessan with eyes that matched Amani's perfectly.