THERE MUST BE A PARAGRAPH BREAK EVERY TIME A NEW CHARACTER SPEAKS
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Make a paragraph every time that any of these things change!
All the thoughts and tension from those thoughts flowed right out when Alfred started petting him. Lukas fell back into a relaxed state. He moved his head closer to the swordsman’s hand and grumbled. “I don’t want a collar. Or a bell.” He didn’t deny being Alfred’s kitten though. He was perfectly ok with that. Just not a collar. Those were for dogs. The mage turned his head just as the other was kissing him and caught his lips in the turn. Instead of moving away and blushing, he just gave him a kiss back.
"Night." He was tired, and made some effort to move closer. But Zane was also there, and he didn’t want to wake the cub. So, he only moved slightly, his head tilted closer to the swordsman. It was still a nice way to sleep, and he still felt safe and secure. He was a little buzzed, but that was fading, and he soon drifted off into sweet slumber
The sun shone right through the window, and right into Lukas’s face. He groaned and covered his eyes with one arm. His head was pounding too much for this. It was all fine, until Lukas felt a sharp pain. Zane, wide awake, had decided the arm was prey, and needed to be hunted. His little teeth were digging into Lukas’s skin. He did his best to pry the cub off and tapped his nose. “No.” His voice was stern. He didn’t want to get rid of hunting habits, but he didn’t want the cub growing up attacking him or Alfred. The cub merely stared up at him before turning and pouncing on his own tail. Lukas laid back with a groan and put his arm over his eyes. This damn headache was going to be the death of him. No more drinking
The blinding light of the morning sun was miserable. He reached blindly to the end table for his goggles and pulled them on.
"I hate the sun now." Alfred did not have a hangover. Unlike the mage he could handle more than one or two tankards of ale. "Wake up sleepy head" He smiled. He lifted Lukas’ arm and peered underneath at the blond hiding from the sun. "How are you feeling?" He climbed out of bed and pulled the drapes closed on the window.
"We should go check out some of the sights of the city, besides we have to buy some heavy cloths and sleeping gear… Well a lot of things if we are going to climb up a mountain this time of the year. It likely already has snow on it and…I really hate the cold." Alfred began getting dressed. "I know you don’t like crowds, but I promise, I will keep you close and I won’t let anything happen to you. People tend to try to avoid a nearly 6’ tall man with a sword nearly as big." He grinned wickedly. Alfred was a good guy, but he was still a sellsword and not above intimidating people or hurting them for that matter when he found it necessary.
The swordsman finished dressing, put on his armor and attached his sword onto his belt. “You said you wanted to take a bath this morning. I will get the help to bring water in for you.” Alfred then walked out of the room.
Minutes later several boys about the age of 10-12 entered with buckets of water and quickly and quietly filled the tub. After they finished one filled the kettle again and put if on the stove and added wood to the fire. Alfred did not return till a little bit later. He seemed pleased when he walked through the door.
"I just talked to the barkeep and he gave me a pretty decent description of where we need to go to get the things we need."
I was going to draw something for my thesis. I got sidetracked really hard. Yeah.
Anyways, more Bon Voyage APH. Drew Alfred this time. The think on his head is a baby seagull. Yeah.