I keep the blanket he draped over me wrapped around me as I climb the stairs to find his room, sure that I'm not about to march into his room and demand he train me in the nude. That might not get the idea across the right way. Then again I don't have any clothes here so I just have to swallow my pride and use the blanket, hoping he'll have some kind of solution to this predicament. When I do look up, I find him sitting cross legged on his bed, no shirt on but at least he has pants. I can smell the breakfast beside him and my stomach rumbles on cue but I bite my bottom lip and try to ignore it.

I even notice the newspaper sprawled out before him. I used to read the ones delivered at Raven's house. Since I moved out, I've been taking them from random houses to read at my leisure before I hastily return them where I found them, usually by that night or the next day. That way, it's not considered stealing, right?

At first all he does is stare which doesn't help my embarrassed dilemma with the blanket. I shift my weight on my feet and wait for him to say something, anything, to save me from this mortifying fate. Finally he says something, a demand as I should have expected from him. This time I move to respond though, stepping in if only to keep someone else from finding me in this state outside his door and thinking the wrong thing. I shut the door quietly behind me, still not able to full raise my gaze to him because of his shirtless condition.

At his sudden question, I raise a brow in puzzlement before I shake my head in response. I've never seen horses in the flesh before him. I listen as he explains and I don't like what I hear. Why can't it be more about partnership? About asking and receiving instead of demanding and rewarding like a pet? From what I've seen of his were form, he's much stronger than any human so how can someone so much weaker pressure anything that large? It shouldn't even be a competition. I look up with a scowl only when he gets to the end of the discussion, relating it to me. "Pressure? Is that what you call almost killing my best friend? You have an extreme definition of the word."

He looks at me a little longer, just long enough to make my gaze divert a little once more when it starts roaming down his neck to his bare chest and then he jumps up and grabs a shirt much to my relief. I watch with curiosity as he grabs a pad and pen, staring at it for a moment when he hands it to me before I slowly reach out to take it. My eyes go back to his when he starts to talk this time and my brows furrow. "You want me to lie." I say defiantly at the end, my jaw clenching tighter in determination. as he moves past me, I tense if only for thinking he may retaliate in some fashion. I watch from his door as he goes into another room, wondering quietly what he's up to before he returns with clothes, feminine clothes, and tosses them to me.

Another demand but I grab the clothes tossed my way and stride back into his room without a word, though I do close his door perhaps a bit harder than necessary. I slip into the clothes as quickly as I can just in case he gets the sly idea to peek in. With a sigh, I grab the pen and pad and ready myself before I head out the door and down the stairs. I go outside and find him leaning against a tree. As he motions to a lawn chair, I give him a raised brow before I shrug and sit in the chair. At his request, I bite my bottom lip as I stare at the pad in my lap for a moment, contemplating before I start to move my pen. With a few not so expert swipes, I manage to draw a stick figure and a bubble around it, but not just a round bubble, more like an outline of the figure that conforms to its shape. Finally I hold the drawing up for him and wait for his reaction.

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