Arekk
The Flesh Of Fallen Angels
LITHIOS
Ar'ekk's Apartment, Ethos City
INTERACTING WITH: [member="Amea Virou"]
The arm was just another part of him and asking questions would not make a difference at all, things happen for a reason but the way you handled them is the real question. He would not get sad or angry if Amea inquird about it considering he did not hide it away from her, showing off just like how he was. This was the real Ar'ekk.
"I wouldn't have blamed you." He wiggled his toes, smiling. "But I'm glad that you stayed, even for a little longer."
His gaze dragged back to the fridge and over to Amea.
"You want to prepare breakfast? Please, that'd be an honor!" He said energetically, almost in great bliss.
Ar'ekk sat down on the counter right next to her and waited for the next move. The best part of waking up was the smell of toasted bread and a warm cup of chocolate milk or caff for those who find it harder to wake up and need that extra energy. Either way, the idea of sharing his breakfast with Amea (or someone, for that matter) was great.
"I will watch you from here. If you need help? Just ask."