Xavier and Kay- The Heros' Home
We began to reach his house, it was big house, in fact, big is probably a bit of an understatement. It was HUGE. As we got to the double door at the front, I realised Xavier had said absolutely nothing for the whole trip. I had a good look at his face, and he looked so deep in thought it was as if he were pondering the meaning of life itself. He unlocked the left door and bowed and lifted an arm pointing into his house. As I walked in I realised just how into fighting this guy was, there were hundreds of weapons hung up on the walls, steel fans, masamune blades, samurai swords, chain whips, you name it, there was an incredibly good chance he had it.
"3rd door to the left" Said Xavier
"Pardon?" Was my reply, I was too busy staring at his weapons to hear him properly
"I said" The irritation in his voice being calmly masked, but still showing slightly. "3rd door to the left, it's my room, go in there and make yourself comfortable if you want"
"U-uh, sure" I said back, I fancied the hell out of this guy and he just invited me into his bedroom, I couldn't help but think I was dreaming.
I got into his room and sat down on his bed, a king-size four poster that had enough room for an entire family and then some. I looked around his room, it looked a lot like the entrance to his house, lots of weapons on the walls, and there was a break in the carpet where the floor was wooden laminate. I assumed it was for training purposes. His room wasn't tidy, it was immaculate, not a thing out of place. And my eyes finally came to rest on a wardrobe, which was slightly open, didn't seem like something he'd do, but from it I could see some jogger bottoms hanging up. As the thought of him working out purely in his jogger bottoms began to fill my head, he walked in.
"Comfy?" He asked, smiling as he said so.
"Incredibly" I replied, returning the smile.
"If you don't mind, I'm going to go get changed, be back in a minute"
My jaw almost hit the floor, it took nearly every muscle in my body too stop me from drooling all over his satin sheets. He walked over to his wardrobe and pulled out the pair of jogger bottoms I had spied earlier, and a t-shirt that looked as black as the night and tight enough to make it look like he was just black-furred.
"You may want to take your shoes off, your feet will be quite sore from all the walking. Take your socks off too, let them breathe a bit" He smirked and went into what I presumed was the bathroom.
I done as he said and took my socks and shoes off. I stretched out my paws, wriggling my toes and digging my claws into the carpet at the same time. It felt so soft, he could sleep on that too.