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May. 31st, 2018 02:05 pmlooktothesun[U'rajul is maddeningly close to being ready to go back to work. Most of the bruises have faded. The ankle is coming along. He can walk now. He just can't do anything complicated...like dancing.
Worse. Sneaking out is not an option. Not only does he see Allont's disapproving face every time he considers it, but in the absence of his mother, there are at least a dozen Keeper women who scold him every time he tries to leave the building. The same women who eye Rejeh'li with great suspicion when he comes asking after U'rajul, and only after giving him the third degree, reluctantly, point him in the right direction.
It's half past noon when the knock at the door startles the dancer awake. With nothing better to do, he had been napping. He sits, confused for moment, but after the second series of knocks, he finally mumbles some acknowledgment, picks himself up, and limps his way to the door to open it.
It's pretty obvious what he's been up to. He's got bedhead, he hasn't bothered to put a shirt on, and the bed where he'd been curled up just moments before is clearly visible behind him. His sleepy expression gives way to surprise when he sees who it is.]
Rejeh'li? What are you doing here...?
[He's going to let him in regardless. It's not an admonishment. He's just honestly at a loss as he steps aside to let the other man in. Clients don't usually come to him.
It's a nice room. Not lavish, but it's clean, comfortable, and there's a cute little balcony that's more of a ledge with lattice doors that he can open to the cool night air and watch the city lights. He's decorated with various colorful fabrics, pillows, and cushions. The building itself may not be in the best part of town, but U'rajul clearly does well enough for himself.]
Worse. Sneaking out is not an option. Not only does he see Allont's disapproving face every time he considers it, but in the absence of his mother, there are at least a dozen Keeper women who scold him every time he tries to leave the building. The same women who eye Rejeh'li with great suspicion when he comes asking after U'rajul, and only after giving him the third degree, reluctantly, point him in the right direction.
It's half past noon when the knock at the door startles the dancer awake. With nothing better to do, he had been napping. He sits, confused for moment, but after the second series of knocks, he finally mumbles some acknowledgment, picks himself up, and limps his way to the door to open it.
It's pretty obvious what he's been up to. He's got bedhead, he hasn't bothered to put a shirt on, and the bed where he'd been curled up just moments before is clearly visible behind him. His sleepy expression gives way to surprise when he sees who it is.]
Rejeh'li? What are you doing here...?
[He's going to let him in regardless. It's not an admonishment. He's just honestly at a loss as he steps aside to let the other man in. Clients don't usually come to him.
It's a nice room. Not lavish, but it's clean, comfortable, and there's a cute little balcony that's more of a ledge with lattice doors that he can open to the cool night air and watch the city lights. He's decorated with various colorful fabrics, pillows, and cushions. The building itself may not be in the best part of town, but U'rajul clearly does well enough for himself.]
