“It’s not ‘slipping up’, you dull-fuck. It’s called being human. You’re surrounded by beautiful women, seek a life of peace and yet, you pull shit just as stupid as my husband.” Cyndwella jabs her thumb into Marcus’ arm.
“Cynd he has-“
“Yeah, a job!” Cyndwella barks, cutting off Marcus again. “You vigilante men all have the same excuse. ‘If you don’t who will’? I’m getting tired of that horse shit. Get off your high pile of bullshit and realize that you have to think of those who care for you.” Cyndwella floats up to Jorge and jabs a finger at his armor.
As Cyndwella jabbed her finger at Jorge Aigis retaliated by gently but firmly pushed her hand away and gave her a stern look.
"Well if it is any consolation I am no longer a watchman. I plan to be a statesman now. A man of words not swords. I must warn you that she is protective. She almost fought your hubby when he got a little agitated."
"Please do not lay your hands upon my master without his permission. It is not proper to do so."
(Take this with a grain of salt big guy. Cyndwella isn’t one to harm, but neither will she be intimidated.)
As Cyndwella’s hand was pushed away, she snapped the fingers of her other hand and dozens of razor sharp tins appear around Jorge and Aigis. Chains dangle from them and create an interesting (and ominous) choirs as they shift and move seemingly of their own will.
“I am no formal court whore. I do not play your rules, sweet Autogal. Get used to that!” Cyndwella grabs Aigis by the face and plants a long, passionate kiss on Aigis’ lips.
Aigis' eyes widened and she went into battle stance before she was caught off guard by Cyndwella's kiss. She stood motionless her fingers ready to fire yet unsure whether to do so. She looked to Jorge who merely waved his hand and silently dismissed the entire event.
"Cyndwella. Please be nice to her. She does not know better. Give her some time and she will probably warm up to you. Right Marcus?"
(Woah man. She's cray cray. I guess that's one way to deal with that.)
(BT, Doc said to me ‘Cyndwella is as crazy as a rat in a tinshit house’. She is absolutely crazy. Howere, she isn’t a bad person.)
“Jorge, I’m as lost as you.” Marcus shrugs.
“Little autogal, you feel this.... Don’t you? Deep down, you feel the desire. Call me, if you want to be appreciated.” Cyndwella runs her tongue up Aigis’ cheek. “I will teach you how to please your master.”
Still unsure how to respond Aigis glanced over to Jorge who gave her subtle no. Calming down the energy at the tips of her fingers dulled down and she assumed a more relaxed pose standing straight and proper in contrast to Cyndwella's more erratic demeanor.
"Cyndwella. Please refrain from shows of aggression in my house. I am trying to leave that part of my life behind me. So please. Call off your pointy floating chain things or I will not invite you to the reopening of this humble home."
“Well, sense you asked nicely....” Cyndwella’s tins then disappear and her aura dims from the raging inferno it previously was. She adjusts the tiara on top of her head and then pulls on both of her thigh-high stockings, getting them as high as she could.
Jorge’s keen observation skills notice that Cyndwella didn’t need to do this, her tiara and stockings were perfectly placed. Along with this observation he also noted that Marcus watched her do this, his eyes locked on Cyndwella’s form, scanning her. It was obvious that Marcus was infatuated with Cyndwella, everything about her drew Marcus in like a Mothman to flame. Even after the years he’s spent with Cyndwella, his desire and admiration has not diminished even slightly.
Not wanting to get between the two lovers Jorge tried to think of an excuse to send his guests on their way. He saw that they were being polite by giving him company but he felt that he knew what they truly wanted to do.
"I am not getting in the way of something a I? We were just about to set up for the night. Your welcome to join us but I am sure you have to get home to see your kids. I am sure that it has been some time since your have been home right Marcus?"
“Actually, I was home earlier today after Rep pissed off Cyndwella.” Marcus chuckles.
“Yeah, and to calm me down, you jackhammer-fucked my asshole.” Cyndwella says picking her nose.
“Hey Cynd, you asked me to.” Marcus points out.
“I know that! Doesn’t mean it isn’t worth mentioning.” Cyndwella returns her attention to Jorge. “Schmoopy was home and surrounded by our beautiful children. I could use a nice spider ridden bed, this I wouldn’t mind spending the night.”
Jorge coughed as if hinting to some unknown plan but moved past it as he turned to Aigis.
"Would you kindly prepare a room for our guests. I am sure there are clean sheets buried somewhere in this home. Cyndwella? Marcus? You wouldn't happen to have a preference to where you would like to sleep do you?"