((Steve, I'm probably going to need you in here at some point. Be forewarned.))

Eran had been at work for a few hours, doing cleaning and a little reorganizing. He would ask permission later to reorganize some of the bigger and more special things, but some of the commonplace items had been grouped a bit better. He knew where all of them were, too.

He was in the middle of cleaning a mirror attached to a mahogany dresser when he noticed a gray hair. Oh, shoot. But he was getting old, wasn't he? 31. His father'd died at 56, so that gave him...25 more years, roughly. He thought. Wasn't so good at sums. Or was that a sum? Anyway, he'd pretty much screwed up most of his life as a man. Those last 25...he'd have to make them good. Perfect. He was going to do something. People had already decided he was worth a little something. He had one friend, and he supposed Ms. Lacosta counted as an acquaintance. Mr. Luc--Campion. Campion. He'd left just a day ago, but already Eran was missing his occasional company terribly. He liked people who talked, as most quiet people actually did, and the spaces that chatter had filled were now mostly silent. Campion had grown on him absurdly fast, and he hoped he'd be back very, very soon. As soon as possible. Maybe those passives would run him out or something.

Despite his acceptance of his age, he plucked the hair and carefully put it in the trash bin. Customers hadn't come yet, but some would.

And now he knew where the chairs were.

It was only until after Una had strode past the furniture shop she had realised her new “toy” had been abandoned inside…

Muttering a couple of the choicest curses, she glanced around after checking no-one was watching her she turned on her heel smartly and ushered herself into the cave of wonders.

As she breathed in the warm smells, calm and relaxation washed over her, a sly smile appeared on her face. Without realizing it she had in fact missed this delectable little hideaway, perhaps she should give it more of her custom even if she didn’t really need a new armoire. She ventured further into the depths, this time drinking in the exquisite surroundings, happy just idly perusing only occasionally stopping to admire a particularly wonderful piece.

Eran was immediately aware of a customer in the store, and became as professional as one can be on such short notice.
"Good morning, ma'am, and welcome to LaCosta Antiques and Furniture. Is there anything I can help you with today?" THe effect was slightly ruined by the drawl.

Una’s revere was broken by the drone of the young man and when she looked around she blatantly recoiled at the sight of him.
Manners were swept aside as Una exclaimed,“Excuse me, but I didn’t think they let your kind in here, and I don’t even see where you can even begin to help me, what with your unfortunate problem.”

Una really couldn’t help but to point the blindingly obvious and her gazing at it wasn't helping the problem.

I am going to be polite to this woman if it kills me. Or she kills me.

"I work here. Couldn't have our delicate owner doing all the heavy lifting. And excuse my input, I don't mind you saying things about me, but you might not want to talk to the owner like this. She's a retired Seventen and still knows where to put the business end of a sword. My unfortunate problem doesn't stop me from knowing where things are or working here. Now is there anything I can get for you, show you, or would you like me to go find Ms. LaCosta for you if you have a real question about the furniture?" He gave her a patented Customer Smile.

Unbearable customers came in often, considering the only people who came in here were gollies, and almost all of them had some prejudice against him. However, most just treated him like a servant, which he could deal with. This one wouldn't even do that.

It seemed that nothing in this world would make this fool shut up, but maybe if Una played her cards right the scales might tip in her favour or at the very least he would go away.

“Oh isn’t that just darling you care for your owner like that, but is it true love, or perhaps it’s just the salary talking?”

Una desperately wanted to pinch his cheek, but thought that might just be going a little too far. She arranged her face into what she believed to be her most caring expression and added about 2 lumps of sugar to her voice,

“Sweetie, didn’t you know that the lovely Miss Maria and I have met before, she has set me up with the most divine of jewellery boxes and I was wondering if I could have it delivered to my home. I think it is far too heavy for me to carry, but maybe a strapping young lad like you could be just the trick!”

Her eyes were drawn down to the unmentionable “problem”, a mental image rung clear in her mind. It was simply impossible for that man to carry her box, stifling a giggle “Oh but maybe, you might need an extra pair of hands for a box that big, or maybe just an extra arm would do it?”

I will not murder this woman for talking to me like a three-year-old. I won't even yell at her. Urgh, I wish Campion was here. He never talks to me like this.

"Oh, you reserved something for delivery, ma'am? Should be behind the counter here."
He went behind the counter, which was low for Maria. There was the jewelry box, with a name written on it. "I'm assuming you're Miss Stillwater?"

He lifted the box out from behind the counter easily with one arm. "And you say you need this delivered to your house? Sure thing. Also my job. My real one, in fact."

The way this beast behaving is utterly contributing to my personal list of why humans are a waste of space...

"No my good man I wish to have the package rammed up my backside, what kind of question even is that? Can it not penetrate your thick skull that once I ask for it delivered somewhere I mean there?"

Una took in a deep breath making sure she spelt each word out carefully for the numbskull. She looked down and noted that her hands were balled into fists, exhaling she allowed her tense hands to uncurl. "Don't waste your time" Una muttered to herself.

"Just point me the way, ma'am." He was expecting this to be possibly the quietest walk of his life, considering he wouldn't risk his neck attempting to even make conversation with this woman. She was horrible. How did people like her leave the house? He could tell it wasn't just his race, though that annoyed lots of people. Not that he could do anything about it. She was this terrible with anyone, or at least lots of people. He didn't like most women (Ms. LaCosta, his mother, and Alice were exceptions to this rule) and she was just really making it worse. He walked out the door with the box, and waited outside, expecting her to follow. He knew uptown pretty well, but not well enough that he knew exactly the location of the residence of one Miss Una Stillwater, so she would have to help a bit. Hopefully this could be done nonverbally.

As she stepped out a cool breeze gently ruffled her curls making them settle onto her shoulder neatly she turned to the human and replied to his statement "No, I am not pointing the way, you are following me and saying nothing until we reach my abode. You will pretend not to know me, and you will like it this way."

Una believed she was sparing him, the last thing she wanted was to be seen talking to one of them particularly one with a problem. Though not to be one to give all the mercy a faster pace than usual was required, everyone liked to see a human struggle.

Eran was of course good at following silent directions, and in fact kept out of sight better than usual. No need to upset the nasty clientele, especially when Ms. Lacosta was still not making much of an appearance to pacify them. He followed her through twists and turns, all the way to her apartment, and all while attempting not to look like a stalker.
When she stopped at an ostentatious brick building with big double stained-glass doors, he figured they were there, and waited for her to let him in somehow.

Una glanced nervously around her street, what would the neighbors think. She carefully opened the door to her home, only letting it open a few inches as she slipped inside. A small flick of the hand motioned for the human to enter, she hissed "make sure you wipe your feet, I don't want any grime on my carpet."

Turning on the point of her heel she made to step forward, but all did not run so smoothly. It seemed that the rug had entwined itself round the stiletto and Una was suddenly given a smashing view of her parquet flooring.

"Oh bollocks"

He of course wiped his feet, even though there wouldn't be any dirt on them anywhere. Normally, with how this woman was treating him, he wouldn't even be anywhere near her by this point. He would have slipped away, or dealt with someone else. But she was a customer. And unfortunately, the fact that she contributed to his pay required that she be helped. Curses. Not knowing whether she would consider it some sort of insult or some sort of ultimate proof that he had fewer brains than a hingle, he gently put down the box and extended a scrupulously clean hand to Una.

Although being on the floor and helpless was little to Una's liking, but touching a human was probably the less favorable of the options.

Gods, this floor is grimy Una pondered to herself

"If you do want to be a chivalrous gentleman, if that is even possible you can get one of those cleaning cloths the maid left out and then you can consider giving me hand. Well once it has been covered" The last part was quite hard to say as lying on one's front did often take the breath away.

He got the cloth, grumbling. There was absolutely no dirt on his hands. None. Was there? There couldn't be. He checked. There was...oh gods. Dirt. But he couldn't use the sink. She would kill him. Oh, gods. He wasn't any good at this. Dirty hands. He'd be fired. He felt sick down in the pit of his stomach.
Wrapping his hand in the cloth as best he could without the use of another hand, he once again extended his hand, only with a slightly more haunted and sick expression on his face.

Even in close contact with the floor Una couldn't help but recoil at the sight of the mans pale face, now I have a dirty sick human in my house. Clocking brilliant.

After a final glance at the parquet, she bit the bullet and rolled to her side firmly grasping the cloth-hand, however a Una's brain is not entirely pure and a devilish idea had made itself known.

Tightening her grip on the hand, Una surreptitiously wedged her heel into a small crack in the wood. The trap was laid. Una dug in deep and yanked the human's arm. Hard.

He of course was pulled down, and fell straight on top of the smaller woman. "And whaddoyou mean by doing that, miss?" Hopefully she wouldn't have him arrested for falling on her or something. She pulled.

Una grinned, manically almost as she wrapped her legs around his lower body. The human was all hers.

She took a moment to contemplate the situation, she had never intentionally been so close to a human in all her life. Her heart fluttered, hands quivered as she started to pull open her dress to reveal her bosom.

And suddenly there were breasts. Oh, goodness. He was supposed to like those, wasn't he? He was. His mother had had dreams of him marrying some nice girl, settling down, having babies, raising a family. He was perfectly comfortable with raising children, but somehow he had gotten stuck over the girl bit. Instead of doing what most normal men would do, he instead made a rather disgusted face and stuttered random syllables.

She moved in closer making sure her breath started to tickle his neck, nuzzling him, ruffling her hair, smudging make up. Her hand reached down fumbling with the cord tie. Her legs gripped onto the trousers as she attempted to lower them. High heels long gone, stockings snagged as she became entwined with him.

"Umm, miss, I--" she was doing what with his trousers? What was she going for here? "Don't think this is, um, right, maybe you should kind of..." and he noticed with dismay that her legs would not move from their current unwanted position. Oh, gods. What was she doing?

Una really couldn't stop herself laughing at this, she whispered into his ear "Bye bye baby". Her voice akin to a cats hiss.

She tilted her head back and let out the most unholy scream in vita, in pure adrenaline she pushed Eran onto the floor. Una scrambled to her feet, treading on her dress, making the rip at the bosom more prominent. Crying and screaming for help. A poor lady, attacked by a human in her own home.

Crocodile tears rolling down her cheeks she stumbled out her door into the street. "Oh please someone help me, there... there was a nasty human, he was-he tried..." Her voice rose to a scream littered with tears as she tottered down the path. The dress was long gone and Una shivered in her underclothes as she leaned on the gate post for support.

Nevinia was on foot patrol today, wandering one of the nicer neighborhoods with some streets too narrow for her chrove, Harley. It wasn't necessarily the constable's favorite method of keeping the peace, especially in Loshis with the rain, but the oiled green half-cloak worn over her uniform had managed to keep most of her dry.

She was just beginning to wonder why the clock anyone really needed to patrol a neighborhood like this one when she heard some faint crying down one of the side alleys that lead toward a gated complex. Inwardly groaning and silently hoping it wasn't something too ridiculous, the dark-haired woman changed her course, splashing through a puddle or two in her haste.

Coming upon a disheveled and rather undressed woman was a bit of a shock, Nevina slowed her pace and rest her hand on the hilt of the blade at her hip, coming to a stop and looking to Una with, free hand straying to the buttons of her half-cloak.

"What's going on here?" Her field was tense and she seemed very much ready for violence. Shrugging off her rain gear, she offered it to Una for the sake of decency, "Are you hurt?"

She was gone, but not in the manner that he had wanted. He got up and straightened his clothes, and then proceeded to quite appropriately freak out. He hadn't done anything! If he were really to be fair, she'd nearly raped him! They executed for this. Oh, gods, they executed for this. Why did this small redheaded pocket of evil hate him so much? Five minutes talking to him in what was meant to be a purely professional manner, and she decides it would be great fun to get him jailed and possibly killed. I'll have to remember to tell--wait, no. I'm gonna die, he's not back yet. Clock. This was gaining on being one of the worst days of his life.

Una wasn't entirely sure why she had run out into the street, but it certainly had it's desired effect. The human was not going to recollect her falling over, though the image of her bosom may forever be burned into his brain. Now this sweet little Seventen was involved it was going to delightfully swing in her favor.

Taking in deep gulping breaths of air she meekly took the offered cloak and wrapped it round her shoulders, both for decency and warmth.

"Oh, I do not think I was hurt very badly, but...but this nasty human." Una shakily got to her feet and raised a quivering finger toward her door "He was delivering a package, and then all of a sudden I tripped and he was on top of me" Una's voice had lowered into no more than a whisper "He had a hunger in his eyes, I think, he was going to enter me"
The last few word's Una choked on, as if they were rotten fruit.

Wiping the last of the tears away, along with the dregs of her makeup.

Una added "I think he is still inside"