2020-01-28 - Elazar Arrives

Elazar walks through the unlocked door while Minerva is blow trying her hair. The door is shut quietly behind him and he's so self-assured and in the moment the animals do not seem disturbed by his presence. Soft footfalls from hiking boots might be heard if Minerva didn't believe herself alone. The man shrugs off his coat leaving it draped over the back of the section before sitting down. He even slings an arm along the back of the furniture and crosses one leg comfortably over the other, foot dangling in the air. He's dapperly dressed in black jeans and a grey t-shirt with some abstract design on the left side of the chest. An accented voice calls out as if he is inviting Minerva to join him instead of imposing "Why don't you come join me?"

Minerva almost drops her hair dryer when she hears footfalls in the apartment and she points the hair dryer around the corner like one might point a gun. Because hot air is going to chase someone off. The voice makes her relax though. She'd heard it enough that she knew it. "Did you call?" she asks as she turns the dryer off and runs a brush through her hair. She steps out of the bathroom and tries to look at everything but him. "Yeah...sounds like a good idea." she murmurs as she pads barefoot across the floor towards where he sits.

Azrael lifts his head, sniffs and then flops back down.

The only think Elazar is looking at is the pale-skinned woman in the robe and nightgown as she walks out, hair not completely dry. "No, I didn't think your phone would be working. Lost in an explosion." his tone is somewhat judgemental when he brings up an explosion, his hand not resting along the back of the sectional brushes at his jean-clad thigh before his thumb rotates the wedding ring. "What a town of Kibitsers." leaning into that hebrew language for insults on nosey neighbors.

Minerva looks immediately guilty when he mentions the explosion and she's still got those fun little staggered wounds from tiny pieces of schrapnel. "It wasn't THAT bad, Elazar." she tells him. "We were trying something...and it got bad results." she frowns to that as she walks over to the couch and settles herself on the edge of the couch. "I meant to call you after I got a shower, but, here you are." she murmurs to him. "How are you? Besides dealing with stupid rumors and explosions that were exagerrated?" she asks him.

"Here, now." Elazar replies in a simplistic manner to Minerva as she perches on the edge of the couch. "I had thought to come and make progress on our arrangement, appease our families. Upon arriving I wonder if my timing is bad." there's a look from those dark brown eyes at the woman, his fingers drumming along the backrest of the sectional. "What do you think?"

Minerva looks to Elazar and there's a bit of an eyebrow quirk, the ebon brow lifting expressively. The mention of their families and the arrangement makes her think of the situation yesterday. "You sure you don't want to run while you can?" she looks seriously at him. "I'd...like to make progress. Just...had a really bad day yesterday. Not that it's going to put a damper in things. Just...I don't think I'm good enough for you." she states. "Maybe you want a girl with both eyes and that isn't crazy." she admits.

"You're perfectly acceptable Minerva, our families certainly think so." Elazar points out with the drumming fingers coming to a stop and a motion towards the kitchen. "Do you have anything suitable for a drink in the house?" evidently he's a little old fashioned or distant from time to time. "It might make it easier to discuss the particulars, I'd like to stay in town and we should decide if it's with you or I need to rent an apartment of my own."

You're perfectly acceptable.

Comforting words to a person with one eye. Minerva gives a bit of a nod to him, "Yeah, I've got water, a few different juices, some beer, but I'm not really much of a drinker." she admits. Then there's a look to him, that one pale eye giving a bit of a glimmer of warmth, "Of course, we should discuss that. And if you like you can stay here. There's really no reason for you to rent your own place. That's just wasting money really." she tells him. "Have you been alright since you got here?" she asks him.

"I'll take a white grapefruit juice if you have it." Elazar decides after a lengthy pause the look of warmth meeting his dark brown eyes which seem simply attentive, reserved. "I'd prefer that but if you're busy with 'things' I don't want to intrude." and while he speaks his attention drifts from the nightgown and robe dressed woman to survey the one bedroom apartment. "I've been alright, I came into town had some dinner heard the gossip. I thought I'd have to check the hospital but no one by your name was in recovery. I did call. One bedroom, right?"

Minerva gives a look to him, "I think I have grapefruit juice, I'll put white grapefruit on the grocery list though if that's something you drink regularly?" she asks him as she stands up. "I'm not too busy for you, Elazar." she tells him. "And I need to...stop being so busy. It's going to get me killed." she sighs. Then there's a bit of a nod, "One bedroom, yes. Though I can probably add onto the apartment easily enough. Could make a bedroom loft or something if there's some more privacy wanted." she tells him as she heads for the kitchen. "And no, I didn't go to the hospital." she admits.

"For breakfast." Elazar confirms when she asks about his regularity with the drink. Whether Minerva notices it or not the jewish man seems attentive to how she moves and one might find a lingering gaze while getting ready for bed suggestive. "That won't be needed if we add anything it'd be space for an office. I need the drafting table and computer space if anything." he explains as she moves on to the kitchen. "So why don't you tell me how you have been since Tel Aviv?"

Minerva might feel the eyes on her, she wasn't shy about things and well, if anything she was fine with someone looking at her. She pours the juice for him and then comes back to hand it to him carefully. She then settles back down on the couch next to him, turning a bit to look at him. "We could make you an office for sure. I have mine downstairs." she tells him. "Since Tel Aviv? Missing a bit of normalcy really." she admits. "I've been working on some projects, seeing private clients while I do the occult business full time." she explains.

"Full-time does that pay for all this or your family?" Elazar wonders as the glass is put in hand which he then motions around the apartment with it. "I didn't take much of a look, tell me about the downstairs space?"

"It pays more than people know. Plus private clients like paying for their privacy and for someone that can be on call. I'm a Doctor." Minerva tells him as she looks to him. "And if you want to go look downstairs sometime that's fine. My place is your place and all of that." she explains. "Downstairs is called Seraphim Acquisitions. There's a lot of occult interest in the town, so I figured that trying to teach people might be better than letting them wander around in the dark." she admits.

"That's rather generous of you or profitable if you charge them a fee for all the trouble you go to for them." Elazar's tone implies he expects there's a fee charged and he finally takes a sip from the tart white grapefruit juice his nose scrunching just a smidge. "I'd probably want an office upstairs since it's not an occult affair the architect work. He still has an arm slung along the back of the sectional and it just so happens to be behind Minerva who had joined him, his fingers toying with her straight hair inconsiderately putting little curls in it as he twirls it around one finger and then another. "So it's decided I'll live with you here, sleep in your bed, work upstairs once we've paid for an add-on. Anything else?"

"Psychologists make a good amount of money really when it comes down to things." Minerva admits. She wasn't over charging people or anything. People just paid good money. "An office upstairs is completely doable." she tells him as she looks to him. She gives a look to the fingers that toy with her hair and then back to his dark eyes. "That sounds like a good set up." she agrees with him. "Well, I'd like to know what you like eventually. Food wise and all of that. Any favorite posit...dishes. Dishes that you like?" she asks him.

She absolutely tries not to blush at the word slur.

Elazar gives Minerva something of a look before suggesting, "Why don't you head to bed and I'll come along once I settle in and put this glass away, bring up from luggage. " then he peers back towards the bedroom and asks the obvious, "How big is the bed?"

Minerva gives a look to him, "Are you sure?" she asks him. "Do you need help carrying anything up?" she adds as she rises. Then there's a look to the bedroom, "It's a king size, Azriel will sometimes crawl up if I have nightmares or things happen at night. But otherwise he sleeps in here." she chuckles. "I just changed the sheets and things as well." she states idly as she starts for the bedroom.

"No I'll be fine. Thank you Minerva." Elazar says before finishing his glass of juice, pulling himself up and brushing off the back of his black jeans. "I promise not to have cold feet." it's a little vague whether he means marital or when he gets in the bed. Then he's off to go down stairs after putting the glass away in the sink.

"You can call me Irvriya...if you want. I mean, it's my name. You won't butcher it like others do." Minerva tells him. But then he's gone and she's looking to herself and then she hurries to the bedroom, starting to fluff pillows and make sure that everything is up off the floor. The bed is at least very nice and the comforters and sheets warm. She slips out of her robe, folding it over the chair that's in the corner. She was just a tiny bit nervous.

It's about fifteen minutes until Irvriya hears the thunk of luggage out in the living room. A few seconds later he walks through the door like he owns the place, jacket still out on the sectional the shirt comes off the belt comes off boots kicked it's all strewn about in a trail as he moves to the opposite side of the bed from the one she's on if she's in bed. "What time is wake up for you? So I know if I'm early to rise or sleeping in?" he's always had a habit of asking about personal habits though whether it's to judge them or just conform around them it's never really been clear.

Minerva was just slipping into bed when she heard him come back in. There's a moment taken to watch him once the shirt is taken off and she turns her gaze away for the moment as he gets ready for things. "I get up about eightish. You don't have to worry about waking me though." she tells him as she lays on her side, her elbow propping her up as she looks up to him from the other side of the bed. It was backed up to the dividing wall, acting as a headboard of sorts. The windows were covered by heavy drapes in purple to keep the cold out.

"Do you need a fan or noise to sleep? I can turn on the radio or something if needed." she offers.

"And you can sleep however makes you comfortable." Minerva adds after a few moments.

Black athletics boxers is all he have left as he slides under the sheets off the king sized bed with a bounce and some shifting to lay on his back one arm under his head the other resting across his covered up torso. "I'll be up around 5am, do you want breakfast?" he asks in a rather reserved voice, his accent soft but acutely noticable on some words. "And do you like a particular breakfast place in town I can pick up from." revealing he isn't cooking breakfast in bed sort. Whatever the answer there's a simple "Okay" in reply and then the lights are out. Minerva isn't really sure when he goes to sleep or if he does, but when last she peeks she will find him looking up at the ceiling the whites of his eyes the only hint he's not sleeping, the irises too dark to see in the unlit room.

In the morning he's not beside her when she awakes but there is something pleasant smelling coming from the kitchen, even if she said no to breakfast.

Minerva watches him slide into bed and there's a moment she debates reaching out to touch him, but she doesn't. She does quirk her eyebrow, five am? That's a crazy time unless she'd already been up. "I'd like that." she tells him. "There's a few places that do pastries and things. Coffee and something simple is fine by me." she tells him. She does check a few times to see if he's sleeping. But she feels odd about bothering him.

When she wakes up and he's not there in the bed there's a momentary panic that settles over her. But she has to remember that he said he was an early riser. She gets out of bed, dragging her robe on as she does. She ties it at the waist and takes a moment to run her fingers through her hair as she tries to look presentable again. She wanders out to see what is going on. Or if he dropped breakfast off and disappeared again.

No sight of Elazar but set out is a pot of coffee still hot, a box of warm pasteries and a letter reading 'Looking for contractor to add-on office' -E

Minerva looks to the note and there's a moment taken to pick it up and look at it a little closer, "At least he didn't leave for good." she whispers to herself. With that, she eats breakfast and then heads off to get a shower and prepare herself for the day.