Uriel followed Pestilence into the garage. As the horseman finally stopped he noticed that they were apparently going by bike. Well, he wasn't about to protest. Like he had said, it didn't matter to him one way or the other.
He blinked as Pestilence straddled the bike, obviously expecting him to do the same. This was not because of uneasiness at the close contact -- in fact, such a thought didn't even cross his mind -- but because he suddenly realized that it would be awkward at best if he was wearing a robe. It was very comfortable, yes, but not exactly a proper attire for riding a bike.
With a thought he miracled himself into the clothes he had been wearing the day he arrived to the Manor (http://community.livejournal.com/neutral_omens/35504.html#cutid1), green trousers and a white shirt with a long white coat over it. He was still not exactly comfortable in such clothes, but while his robe was certainly comfortable, it could be also impractical at times. Ah, well; he could always change back into it later on.
Thus he now settled himself behind Pestilence, wrapping his arms around Pestilence, surprised at how warm the horseman felt. Well, perhaps he shouldn't have been surprised -- after all, not only was sporting a fever probably part of job description to the other being, but his own body was also quite cold. That was a result of having practically no bodily functions -- warmth was neither required nor produced. Nevertheless, he found Pestilence's warmth rather comfortable, and instinctively leant closer to it.
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Date: 2006-03-10 12:00 pm (UTC)He blinked as Pestilence straddled the bike, obviously expecting him to do the same. This was not because of uneasiness at the close contact -- in fact, such a thought didn't even cross his mind -- but because he suddenly realized that it would be awkward at best if he was wearing a robe. It was very comfortable, yes, but not exactly a proper attire for riding a bike.
With a thought he miracled himself into the clothes he had been wearing the day he arrived to the Manor (http://community.livejournal.com/neutral_omens/35504.html#cutid1), green trousers and a white shirt with a long white coat over it. He was still not exactly comfortable in such clothes, but while his robe was certainly comfortable, it could be also impractical at times. Ah, well; he could always change back into it later on.
Thus he now settled himself behind Pestilence, wrapping his arms around Pestilence, surprised at how warm the horseman felt. Well, perhaps he shouldn't have been surprised -- after all, not only was sporting a fever probably part of job description to the other being, but his own body was also quite cold. That was a result of having practically no bodily functions -- warmth was neither required nor produced. Nevertheless, he found Pestilence's warmth rather comfortable, and instinctively leant closer to it.