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"Nothing against elevators, just people who over use an event," she said. She sighed and headed up the steps. "I'd rather take the steps and exercise rather than take the elevator."
Jasper nodded, following her up the stairs. He was more of an elevator person, but oh well. "Makes sense."
Salia glanced behind her. "You could've taken the elevator, I know you really wanted to. A pretty boy shouldn't be walking the stairs." Her voice is laced with dry humor and dripping heavily of sarcasm.
"Thought you said I wasn't that pretty?" he muttered, raising a brow as he glanced at her. "No, stairs are fine. I'm just not used to them, is all."
"Never said you weren't pretty, I said I expected my 'Prince Charming' to be prettier," she threw over her shoulders.
He rolled his eyes. Hopefully they would make it to the third floor soon; these stairs were beginning to get annoying. "Close enough."
"Whatever. Would it make you feel better if I did say you were pretty ... even though boys aren't supposed to be pretty, but handsome?" She threw back.
"Forget it." No, guys weren't supposed to be called 'pretty.' "It would probably just be weird, anyway."
Salia just laughed. "You say that now." She said
He simply sighed, smirking as he shook his head. "You're pretty." His smile grew. "See? It's different when talking to a girl."
"True but there are such people as pretty boys ... you know, the ones that pay more attention to their own looks than to the girl on their arm."
"Yeah, well... Unfortunately, I'm not that pretty, nor do I have a girl on my arm." Ah, finally they were at the top, and he began to lead her down the hallway.
"Just a reference Pretty Boy. Just a reference. No need to get your boxers in a bunch." She rolled her eyes behind his back but followed none the less.
He snickered at that, glancing back at her to make sure the crazy girl was still following him. "Thank goodness you're not boring."
"Read too many mystery novels to ever be boring," she said through clenched teeth.
"Well, I'm glad." He found his door and searched his pocket for the key. "You have no idea how many boring people I've met in my life."
"Bet you did meet a lot of boring people," she mumbled under her breath. "Unlike you, I kind of like boring people. You can teach them to be more adventurous and mysterious. Mysteries are fun ti solve, so why not turn everyone's past into a mystery? Sure it can be dangerous, but that's part of the fun."
He gave a small laugh, unlocking the door and stepping inside. "I agree, but... Some people are just too dense to give a d.amn about turning their past into a mystery." He closed the door behind her and started toward the kitchen. "Make yourself at home. I know there's hardly any decor in here, but that's because I don't spend a lot of time here."
Salia sat down....only for all of a minute, before she walked to stare out the window. For some reason, she couldn't stay seated. "It's nice," she mumbled.
"It's okay," Jasper muttered with a shrug as he came back with a first-aid kit and a bottle of alcohol. "Sorry I don't have hydrogen peroxide or something. That would probably hurt a lot less than alcohol, but... Oh well."