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From: Sir Vasilli Gorovich
Vasilli looks over his selection of clothes then picks out a crushed velvet priest cassock. The silver buttons covered with Celtic knotwork. He nods as he tosses the cassock neatly on the bed. Looking back at the closes he pulls out a simple pair of leather pants. He tosses them on the cassock as he strips. The walks in to the bathroom and runs scolding hot water. He steps in to the shower leting the hot water pelts his cold white body. Picking up the lye soap he scrubs him-self down. He picks up his shampoo and shampoos his hair thuouroly. After a few moments of scrubbing he holds his head under the hot water letting the suds wash out. He turns off the water and reaches out for a towel he dries of and steps out. He picks up a comb and brushes off the excess water. He opens the box reading the instructions. He carefully pulls out the tubes of liquid. Re-reading the instructions he sets about dyeing his hair. After an hour or so he walks out of the bathroom in a cloud of steam. He dresses quickly then steps out of the house.
Quietly his boots rhythmically tap against the cooling concrete. His fingers caress the cold steel door handle as he swings the door wide, letting a short smiling Hispanic woman exit. He glides in as the woman passes with her hand filled with bags.
“Well... well... look who it is my favorite Knightly tutor.” Cebha says smiling slyly at Vasilli. “I shall be done in a moment I am still waiting on Bill. He is in the back signing in. so what do you have... hey your hair is a dark red. So how do you like the look? It definatly makes you look...” she pauses for a moment thinking. “I would have to say mysterious and alluring. With red hair and those green eyes... mmmm...” she says shivering with delightment.
Vasilli bows in agreement of her judgement. “’Tis a wonderous eve. I doth think ‘twould be a mortal travisty to waste such a night buried in books. I wouldst like to have fun this night.” He says as he runs his hand across his velveteen cassock, the small fibers tickling his fingers.
Cebha raises an eyebrow as she says “What did you do to Vasilli...” She glares at him in mock ferocity. Then smiles as Vasilli laughs heartily. Bill saunters up to the counter nodding to Cebha that she is relieved. She smiles as she tiptoe's to hug the portly man. “Be right back.” She says looking at Vasilli dreamily.
“‘Tis that I shall wait for thee.” He says bowing graciously to her.
Picking up a small shachel she skips to the back. Bill looks over at Vasilli and says “nice hair. So what are your plans for her?” he looks at Vasilli like a concerned parent.
“Tonight? I doth plane to take her to the mall and spend mine money. Then perhaps might se a cinema event. Then perhaps converse in to the wee hours of the night.” He says as he looks at bill with an intense gaze.
“No... My question is WHAT are your plans for her?” he says returning the intense gaze.
Cebha walks out of the back. She sighs sadly as she sees the two men staring at each other. Stupid testosterone filled... She walks up to Vasilli saying “so she we be off.” Vasilli nods and crooks his arm for her to grab on to. Cebha turns to bill mouthing “I will talk to you later.” Turning to Vasilli she smiles as she slides her arm in to his. “So were to my chivalric escort?”
“Perhaps we shall sallyforth unto the mall. I doth have money, and a perchance for shopping.”
“I have a question? Were do you get your clothes from? I have never seen any think like this at the mall.” She says as her hand caresses the soft velvet sleeve.
He smiles warmly and says “A little from the Internet and some I make. And some I buy in deep ellum.”
“Lets go to deep ellum I haven’t been there yet. The are always seems so intimidating for me.” She says looking down at her feet. “You know me being so small and all I think I would be accost by some of those people.”
He laughs and says, “Many of them may seem to be brutes and thugs quite a few of them hath the correct perception of life. But thine fears are well justified I hath... worked with some of the more violent one’s to see the error of their ways”