Comprende?" Gotcha. By the way... who are you? Are you always this friendly or is it something to do with the bad night you're having? And how did you...know my name? And why did you come down my chimney? And finally... what the fuck happened on my roof? I just moved in here and haven't paid my security bond yet. If there is any damage up there I am right in the shit... neck deep!" With the benefit of hindsight I can say now that it should have been glaringly obvious, but then no one has ever. I broke up the touch and buttoned my shirt back. I came up to Azem and kneeled in front of him, with a face of a lost kitten. He caressed my forehead and gave me fingers to suck them off. He smiled. Things weren't that bad. I bet he wanted to show off with the girl he had, especially knowing, like he said, I was in Muli's type. Guys can have some silly guy-game between them. I wasn't experienced in that matter, but I could feel introducing a third person into something that works fine is. By doing so, I made sure that this interaction wouldn’t end until I was ready to do so, but I could still play it off as a forgetful accident.Now, Corgiel didn’t realize it, but she was trapped, with no choice but to do the thing that all other gamers hate: listen to someone talk about their character’s backstory.Of course, in the real world, gamers gladly listen to each other drone on, because of an unspoken social contract: You listen to my story and I’ll listen to yours. On and on the cycle. He strode with confidence and security as if he owned the ground he walked on.George was in his mid 40’s and a powerhouse of a man. He stood at 6’2” and had a solid athletic build. Dirty blond hiar close cropped with touches of grey at the temples which added a touch of distinction to him. A chiselled body from hard work, classically rugged good looks and a look from his gorgeous blue eyes could turn a woman’s legs into butter. There was something oddly familiar about him too.He was.