General RP The Man Kept His Socks On (Knight_of_None)

Lyrin smiles slightly and starts walking to the door, his hand still plastered to Al's face as he gently leads him inside.

He lifts a hand without looking, waving before closing the door. He sets the envelope on the counter, looking at the time before going to the couch.

He pulls his phone out, texting Zyn, There's an envelope with money in it on the counter. Apparently tutoring rich assholes makes money. Save it for Kalin.
 
[As long as your fulfilled somewhere, but I can try to get you some free time.]

While the meal cooked, the sent of the rotisserie sizzling and the herbs smoking they flavors into the kitchen, Zyn would trade messages, prodding Lyrin a bit on his apparently captured eye , nosing about for who may be coming around.
 
After a while, Lyrin groans, Stop prodding. He's no one. If Id date anyone, it'd be Cayden, but he has a girlfriend. So you suck it. Get your ass home and eat dinner. I need to study.

He turns the oven off, leaving the chicken in the heat to stay warm and makes some mashed potatoes a d green beans, quiet the whole time
 

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