My car was thankfully fairly neat, and not a total pig pen (I have my days). The drive was short, and likely to Darien's relief I was a decent driver, albeit a little slow. I liked to take my time, rushing was the surest way to end up roadkill. His shy temperament was enough to even make me feel a little awkward, or was that just his awkwardness still messing with my head from before? I couldn't be certain, but I decided some nice tunes to fill the space was a good idea. He'd have to suffer with some classical music, cause my heart rate needed it. A small bit into the drive, his comment makes me laugh and I grin back at him, "It's the shit, huh! There's a reason I had my knit on!" My voice is loud over the music, my hands drumming on the steering wheel to the sound of violins.

Pulling into my covered parkings spot, I notice his desire to jump out promptly, I figure he didn't like the classical, but I keep it to myself..I mean, it is an acquired taste. Grabbing my purse, I jump out and look over the hood of the car at him, I see him taking in his surroundings quizzically, and his response is not what I would have expected. Ya? I suppose it is. I'd much rather a little studio in the mountains, surrounded by little squirrels. But this works." I crinkle my nose in a silly grin and gesture my head towards the building marked C3. "I call it C-3PO." Not sure if he got my joke, I hopped up onto the cement walk way and lead the way up the staircase and to the second floor, door 15. Ah, too bad it wasn't 13...I was so close. Unlocking the door, I shoved the door open carelessly, walked in, and slipped my shoes off with my toes, kicking them in a pile on the floor by the door.

I continue on to the kitchen where I dump my purse and keys and swing around to face Darien. I noted his neatly placed shoes, he really was a different guy than I was used to. Then again, I didn't really hang around a lot of people, as extroverted as I might seem, I was actually far more likely to sit at home with a tea and a book. I hoped my place wasn't too gross, I hadn't really put much effort into it, I'd only moved in a month ago. There was a single grey couch, a cheap but workable TV, a mess of papers and incense on the coffee table along with customary coffee stains. A few wind chimes hung from the ceiling where hanging plants ought to be, and a couple tapestries, one was of a Pentagram, another a brightly painted Unicorn surrounded by a pink setting sun.

I shake my head in response to his question, "Naw, just me." Chuckling at the fact he was still standing there stiff as a board, I wave my arm out at the living room. "Relax, make yourself at home!" I could see the look of alarm on his face, and I started to wonder if I'd done something wrong. I glanced around uneasily, no underwear...no pot, nothing. So I stood staring at him curiously, cause to be honest he was making me nervous, like...was he about to go crazy Serial killer on me or what? Then he finally speaks, and I can't help but give him a knowing look. Ah, so NOW he was worried? I smirk and nod softly. "Yup." My tone is flat, and a single eyebrow perks up questioningly as he asks me if there are in fact bad witches. You're a good witch right? Inside I am on the floor laughing, on the outside, I have hardly moved a single facial muscle, instead i just look at him, my blue eyes fixed on him. The fact I still had a tissue hanging out of my nose didn't improve the situation. "Are you asking if I boil them? Bash them? And maybe even stick them in a stew?"

I'm going straight to hell for that one. Poor guy, he really didn't know what he'd gotten himself into. I maintained a very serious expression for all of 30 seconds after speaking, and then I lost it. A horse powered laugh escaped my body and I grabbed my ribs. "Joking, oh God! You watch too much Hocus Pocus as a kid?" I shake my head and attempt to collect myself, resulting in short little giggles as I spoke. "I'm about as harmless as a bunny rabbit. I'd ask you the same thing, but to be honest my more burning question was if you had wings, or pixie dust!" I hoped he understood I was just joking, the smile on my face was genuine, my eyes bright with humor.