<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn24/SociallyToxicBeauty/4491fcb8-f42f-42b6-bbd6-b1f08a1002fa.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #FF40FF"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Paislee</span></span></div><br/><br/>Inwardly, Paislee couldn't help but be amused by the purring sound that came from Orca. It seemed there was a sure fire way of knowing when he liked something and that fact comforted the young woman greatly.<br/><br/>She made her way towards the bedroom door once Orca said he needed nothing else, but was stopped as Orca had his own question,<span style="color: #0040FF">"This one is curious, what is the human going to go and do if she doesn't plan on resting?"</span>Her eyes averted and her stance became slightly rigid. It was obvious she was debating on whether or not to inform Orca of her plans for the evening. She wanted him to trust her, but at the same time she was unsure if it was a good idea to reveal her nightly expeditions to him quite yet. If she didn't, would he follow her in secret and get them both in trouble? If she did, would he demand to go with her? Was that even a risk? Would that even be something he cared to try? She simply didn't know. She didn't know Orca well enough to know how he would view her escapades.<br/><br/>Eventually, however, she decided it was best to just tell him.<span style="color: #FF40FF">"I procure requested items for clients and occasionally collect items for my own use," </span>she replied. There was more to it, but Paislee thought it best to leave it as simple as possible. The details could be filled in later,<span style="color: #FF40FF">"I tend to do it at night because it's simply easier without the streets being crowded."</span>It was only the partial truth, though truth nonetheless Paislee reasoned with herself. It certainly was easier to commit crimes when no one was there to watch you.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF40FF">"Anyways, Orca--you should sleep," </span>she reminded him again.<span style="color: #FF40FF">"You may be used to substantial amounts of injury and pain, but you shouldn't deny yourself rest simply out of habit. There will be breakfast waiting for you in the morning, I promise." </span>Paislee turned away once more as if to leave, but stopped again in sudden thought. She gave a once over of Orca, then spoke,<span style="color: #FF40FF"> "If needed, there is medication in the cabinet in the green bottle. Only take one or two pills and no more, otherwise you'll find yourself sick."</span>Then she was gone.<br/><br/>~Time Skip to Morning~<br/><br/>A woman stumbled down the street and towards her home letting out a hiss of pain with every jarring step. The night had not gone as smoothly as it usually did and it seemed more crawlers were out than usual. She had no doubt it had something to do with Marqu, but she did not dwell on the matter.<br/><br/>Instead, she focused her energy on not falling over. She had promised to make breakfast for Orca, after all, and she couldn't break her promise--at least that's what her blood-lacking mind reasoned. It was about then that she noticed a large blue figure in front of her door. Her brows furrowed and she gave a deeper frown as she tried to figure out what in the world it could be. It took a moment of squinting and edging forward ever so slowly to realize that it was Orca.<br/><br/>She wondered what he was doing and a panic started to set in that something had happened to him. She forgot all about the pain of the deep cut in her side and the exhaustion in her bones, and instead began to sprint towards the young humanoid. She didn't seem to have the energy to call out his name and guilt already had begun to fill her stomach as she thought he was dead--she had cursed him by bringing him to her home.<br/><br/>Her eyes were watery before she even fell to her knees next to him, shaky hands hovering above him as she looked for any signs of obvious injury. His large tail was curled around his body as if he were simply resting his eyes. It was then a small purring snore invaded the air and Paislee went still, leaning closer to see if she was imagining things. Another, slightly louder snore came out and Paislee couldn't help but give a teary snort of relief. The stubborn fish wasn't dead, he had simply decided to sleep outside! She fell backwards on her butt, her hand coming back up to her side to staunch the bleeding as she gave soft laughter. She was dizzy with happiness--or blood loss--that Orca wasn't harmed. Though, as her eyes traced his form, she was sure no other creature would ever try to contend with him when he had no leash.<br/><span style="color: #FF40FF"><br/>"Orca? Orca...?" </span>Paislee said softly as she leaned forward once more, gently nudging him.<span style="color: #FF40FF">"Orcaaaaa!"</span>she said a little louder. When his eyes popped open, she moved back a little just in case. Her own eyes fell to his and she cocked a brow,<span style="color: #FF40FF"> "What are you doing sleeping outside? Is the bed not comfortable enough?"</span>