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David ~
He had gotten some things done around the house, ate dinner, took a shower, and now was on his way to his plush loving bed. David kicked off his shoes and stripped down to his underware, getting his cotton pajamas on. He slid into bed and pulled the blanket overh him. He smiled some and looked at the lamp beside the bed, pulling the cord and turning it off. Flipping over in his bed.

The following morning, Martin woke up with a gasp. He'd forgotten he got kicked out and looked around, confused, until he remembered. The ginger sighed, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes before stepping out of the car. He yawned, and made a poor attempt to flatten down his hair, but it simply spiked up again, so he left it alone. He grabbed his wallet - and whatever little money was in it - and began walking to the store, figuring he could use some breakfast.

David ~
He awoke slightly and looked at the window. He had left it partially opened by accident. David yawned and stretched. He threw his legs over the edge of the bed, getting his clothes picked out and walked to the bathroom. He took a nice steam shower and washed his hair with 'Head and Shoulders' shampoo. David rinsed his hair and the suds off his sleek body, stepping out and drying off. He got dressed and walked to the kitchen, fixing an omlette for breakfast. With a glass of grape juice to go along.

Martin sat in the back of his van, sipping a cup of coffee he'd bought, and eating a scone as well. He sighed, wiping his hands on a napkin, before hopping out to throw the trash away.

((I think we need to have them meet again somewhere.))

OOC::// Okay.
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David ~
He took a walk, moving his way down 3 blocks. Noticing Marting again. It was colder than it was yesterday. Come now, it is cold and you have nowhere to be. He said and looked at Martin with a worried but kind of stern look. He didn't want the poor guy to freeze to death just because he was being stubborn. My name is David. What is your's? He said. He always spoke proper english, with an accent.

Martin glanced up at David, and swallowed, offering out his hand to shake.
"Martin." He said softly, "And really..I don't want to be a bother.." Martin frowned, his blue eyes wide and clear.

David ~
Nice to meet you. He said and shook Martin's hand. He ignored the next thing he said and began to walk back to his house. Motioning Martin to follow. David had a pot of hot chocolate brewing and had a bag of mini marshmellows ready. David turned the doornob and the door swung open slowly.

Martin sighed, reaching into the van to grab his bag, and obediently followed David to the house, gazing up at it with wide eyes. Wow this place is huge... He thought.

David ~
He took two glasses out of the cupboard and placed them gently on the wooden table. David took the pot by the handle and poured an even amount of hot chocolate in each glass. David plopped a couple marshmellows in each one and handed one glass to Martin. You can stay in the guest bedroom. Second door, down the hall, to the left. He said and took a sip of his hot chocolate.

Martin took the glass, nervously taking a swallow.
"Thank you..for everything." He said quietly, standing awkwardly, leaning slightly against the counter.

David ~
Your more than welcome. He said and looked at the book he had forgotten to put back. David stood and put the book away. He had some adult books as well but those were hidden at the back of the bookshelf. David sat on the couch, sitting the cup on the coffee table and relaxing. He slipped off his scarf and jacket. Warming himself in front of the blazing furnace.

Martin continued to stand awkwardly in the kitchen, unaware of what he was doing.
"I need to get my van.." He mumbled, hurrying out the door to go find the vehicle. He just needed an excuse to leave, instead of standing in the stranger- David's house. He finally found it, and drove it back to David's house, sitting outside a while before walking back up to the door to knock on it softly.

David ~
He stood and opened the door once more. He didn't trust Martin well enough to give him a spare house key. David went back into the living room and picked up a remote, when he pressed a button, a huge t.v came out and began playing on Italian racing. A couple Italian 1 formula car came on. There is my car. He said and looked at the car. He pointed to the east side of the house. I have one. A beauty she is. Sitting in the garage, raring to rip down the road and around the track sometime.

Martin nodded softly, lugging his bag down the hall to the guest room. It was far better than anything he'd ever stayed in, and he was still a bit shocked at everything, but eventually calmed down and began unpacking what little things he had.

David ~
The phone rang and he answered it in Italian. Since he only knew Italian people. He spoke full blown Italian and knew it would probably confuse Martin if he was listening. Oh la tua venuta? DALL'Italia!? Davvero!? Thats grande! I'll get tutto risolto per il vostro arrivo! Vedere poi. Addio. He smiled and hung up. He had was talking to his sister. He knew she was homos*xual but it didn't bother him because he still loved her. He had said, 'Oh your coming over? From Italy!? Really!? Thats great! I'll get everything settled for your arrival! See you then. Goodbye.' On the phone. David's house was spotless but he still arranged the books neater and dusted everything off.