Sword of the Lost Gods ~fantasy rp~

[spirit_queen]

"I'll be honest with ya... thoough I've started to look past the fact that you're g@y, I'm still not entirely comfortable with it, so the evidence of what happened just before I came here... er, unsettles me. I'm sorry." Osioris said awkwardly, shifting his weight from foot to foot.

[Miranda_]

"What evidence? I dressed... well, nearly." Set remembered that he'd ommitted underwear when he'd gotten dressed.

[spirit_queen]

"Your hair, the expresison on your face when you first opened the door... hell, even the way you smell. That, and the first thing you said to me was 'no, we're done'." Osiris said.

[Miranda_]

"Just how is that different to the way you and Isis used to act? Especially round me, as if to say, 'What we just did; that's normal'."

[spirit_queen]

"Okay, okay, I have no excuse for that." Osiris said with a sigh.

[Miranda_]

"Exactly. Anyway, consider yourself lucky. I was going to have a shower, so I could have answered the door in a towel."

[spirit_queen]

"Er... I don't think I would have handled that too well..." Osiris said.

[Miranda_]

"I don't think so, either. Anyway, the interview should come out tomorrow, so you'd better check the tape first."

[spirit_queen]

"Okay, thanks. I'll, uh, just get going. then." Osiris said.

[Miranda_]

"Yeah. I'll go and have that shower, then."