Zane's House

Zane leads her in and then hops on the couch. "The bathroom is that way." he said, pointing.

Mizore smiles. "Thank you... do you have a towel and or a large shirt I could wear while I wait for these to dry?" Mizore waits for an answer.

He looks back at her. "Yeah, in the room next to the bathroom."

Mizore smiles. "Thank you." Mizore walks into the room and looks around for the stuff. "...I think I may have walked into the wrong room."

He goes inside the room she's in and takes her hand gently. He walks her into the closet. "Here."

Mizore laughs. "Oh, I get lost kinda easy around new places..." Mizore looks around. ((is it towels or shirts?))

He smiles. "It's okay."

(Both)

Mizore grabs two towels and a large black shirt. "Is it alright if I use these?"

"Fine with me." he said.

Miroke bows and walks into the bathroom, closes and locks the door.

He hops back on the couch and watches T.V

Mizore takes off her clothing and puts on the big shirt, under that a under, and another towel around her head. "Where can I put my wet clothing to dry?"

He points to the little basket in the bathroom. "Put it in there. I'll take care of it later."

Mizore puts her stuff in there and walks out the bathroom blushing lightly. "Thanks for letting me use your stuff."

"No problem..." he said.

Mizore takes a seat on the sofa, still blushing. "This feels awakard..." Mizore said in a low voice.

"How?" he asked, his eyes still on the TV

Mizore brings her legs up close to her. "Im naked...in a guys house....sure your a vampire...but still a guy....just ... feels... awakard to me." Mizore blushes more.

He smiled and kept looking at the TV

Mizore remained quiet, not trying to proke anything, she had her knife with and a lollipop in her mouth, other than that, nothing else on.

He keeps watching TV. "Put the knife away."

Mizore shakes her head. "I like to keep it with me... at all times." Mizore holds it up to her cheek, it was a pocket knife and the knife part was away. "Sorry."

"Sorry I just have a thing about knives. My mother and father was killed by a guy with a knife. I was 3."

Mizore looks at him. "I have a thing agenst fangs... but im letting you keep yours." Mizore keeps it in her hand. "...my only friend was killed by bears...parts of him was still on the bears fangs." Mizore flicks the knife open and closed. "I can walks out the room if you would like."

"No. You make me slightly less stressful. I noticed that when I saw you."