NOAH
I wait and tell myself "life ain't chess,"
Noah's brows knit together in their typical fashion when Delphine posed the question. the thought of painting his house had never crossed his mind. He wasn't opposed to it, he had always just been practical, and painting seemed like a task that was less important than others. "I like green." He said, simply, giving her enough of a smile that she would know it was permissible for her to do as she pleased.
As she snuggled into him further, his throat and chest vibrated with a deep, low rumble of pleasure. "No," He said softly, barely a whisper, while he leaned down to press a kiss down onto the top of her head. "I do not have to go hunting tomorrow." Even in Deepfrost the Olson had spent time hunting. While he had not ventured out to the tundra to hunt, he was still bringing in Ningos whenever he found them around the Citadel. "What should we do tomorrow?' He asked, wondering what she would pose for their "day off".
But no one comes in and yes, you're alone...
