Wednesday cont. Evening
DuGrey Mansion
It was an odd sight that greeted the maid, that had been told by her employer's wife to go and inform their son and his guest that dinner was ready; A squirrel's front half was laying half on the pillow the girlfriend's head was resting in and the other half of it's body was on her head. Each of it's little feet was going in a different direction and it's tail was drooping down in the girl's face.
An odd keening noise woke Tristan up. Turning his head towards the door he and found a maid standing there with her hands over her mouth and her face was a bright scarlet color. Sitting up he glanced down and cringed when he spotted the wet spot he had left on Rory's tee shirt from where he had obviously drooled while asleep. 'She'll never let me live that down if she notices it. Better distract her when I wake her up.' he mused.
"Yes?" he asked finally turning his attention to the maid.
"Dinner is served, sir." she squeaked from behind her hand, her restrained laughter was almost too much for her to handle.
"Fine, fine." he waved her off making a mental note to get his parents to screen their new hirings better, because that one seemed to have a breathing problem and shouldn't be walking up the stairs if it was going to cause her problems.
After she had gone, Tristan not wanting Binky to panic when he picked him up reached out and flicked his tail. The young squirrel raised his head and looked over the top of Rory's head at him. Smiling at the half-lidded glare the squirrel was giving him Tristan gently picked him up and climbed off the bed.
Making his way over to his dresser and placed the scrawny tree rat in a drawer, Tristan had fixed up for him the night he had brought him home lined with some old clothes.
Binky knew the human male was trustworthy so within moments after being moved the rodent went back to sleep confident that he was safe.
Picking the pillow up from the floor that Rory had thrown at him earlier, Tristan made his way over to the bed. It was a no brainer of how he was going to wake her up because it sure would distracted her enough not to notice the drool puddle. The pillow made a muted whomp sound when it connected to her head. He made a loud OMF sound when her fist connected to his chest knocking the breath out of him.
Ten minutes later after his vision cleared and he could breath easy the pair to made their way down to the dinning, passing a fortune in art hanging on the walls and standing in the corners. "Tristan." Rory said in a low tone and tugged on his shirtsleeve to get his attention just outside the dinning room's open ornate double doors.
Tristan couldn't bring himself to even feel the tiniest of aggravation or malice towards her for hitting him mainly because of the way she had fawned over him afterwards when she had woken up good, so when he heard the uneasiness in her voice he turned to her immediately to fix whatever it was that was bothering her.
"Yeah Ror." he answered in the same hushed tone.
"Don't take this the wrong way but your house...it's kind of creepier then before." she told him looking around wearily, "And not in the gardener is really a shape shifting beast come the full moon kind of way. It's more along the lines of the father is going to go nuts and after building a shrine to his dead mother kill the rest of his family."
Looking around he did notice a few things were different and it had been nothing that he had done. Not many lights were turned on making the corners look darker and some old things he remembered seeing in their attic and basment had replaced some of the more modern art that had been displayed around the mansion. She was right it was looking creepier.
"...Thank you so much for that, I think me and Binky will sleep in my car tonight, in your driveway." Tristan sighed and grabbing her hand lead her into the dinning room behind him promising himself that he would look into whatever was going on around the house later because it just didn't set well with him that somebody was being sneaky and screwing around with people's minds and it wasn't him.
Rory smiled at his back, "Just make sure you put on a pair of pants before you come inside for coffee if you do." She warned him and hoped to lighten the mood she had unintentionally caused with her observation of his home decor, "Ms. Pattie has taken up jogging to Babbette's for breakfast and mom wants some pictures of you shirtless to put up on her Myspace account. Say's she gets bragging rights for you being better looking then most and for being her son-in-law to be, because and I quote 'A uni-brow wearing, trailer park ho poser, living in Napa that thinks her trog of a daughter is gonna flaunt the fact she's dating some buck-toothed prince from a country known for diddly and squat, over Luke's dead body."
Seeing the look he was giving her Rory shrugged, "I think they went to school together."
"We can hope." he remarked grimly, "Otherwise she's expanding her annoyance radius to random strangers on the net."
