When Ilari cursed, a small laugh escaped Emerald's lips, the older male seemed like he was still disoriented from the pain pills. It didnt take Emerald long to realize the fact that he had no idea she was here, which wasnt surprising considering the fact pain pills can be very dissorienting. This was one of the reasons why she didnt take the stuff too often, she never knew when she would end up asleep upside down or floating on a pool floaty in the mansion pool. Part of that could be because Doc put her on Pain Pills that could likely knock out a horse.

Emerald cleared her throat and glanced at her drugged up buddy with sympathetic eyes. "Hey Glowstick, its about 11 o clock at night and its raining cats and dogs out there. I'm gonna bunk with you tonight okay?" Emerald told him, walking up beside him on the couch. "Though, I'm gonna sleep on the floor alright? I dont want to have to run in here from the other room if you need anything."

Miss Lupin had a habit of taking care of people she qualified as "Pack Members" and well, Ilari was sort of like a big brother figure to her. Or so she kept telling herself. She didn't want him to be in need of assistance and she wasn't there to help him. It was just a strange thing that she did, maybe it was just Alpha instincts, trying to protect her pack members.

Ilari nearly jumped sky high when Emerald spoke up. It took all of his self control not to whip around on her and let out a flash to incapacitate whatever intruder he thought her to be. To his credit, he didn't let out any embarrassing girly yelp, or anything.

"Eleven O'cl... raini-what?" the Russian slurred out, then turned to his dingy window to see that, indeed, it was raining cats and dogs, outside. "Sleep on the floor?" he asked, intelligently. It took him a moment for his brain to catch up, and he smiled wearily to Emerald.

"Nonsense! Sleep on my bed," he seemed a lot more easygoing than he normally did, for the obvious reason. "It's not right to make a guest take the floor." That didn't do much to combat the idea of them being in the same room for safety's sake, but he wasn't exactly thinking right, now was he? A flash of lightning illuminated the room, which didn't seem to faze Ilari at all. Instead, he just blinked owlishly at Emerald, waiting for her reply.

The hospitable manner Ilari was treating her with and the way it took him a minute to process words confirmed Emerald's earlier thought about the disorientation of the pain pills. It did not look like it would be a good idea for him to sleep on the floor, With how Loopy this guy is, hes gonna end up licking the floor while singing Lucy In the Sky with Diamonds. Emerald thought, eyes filling with concern. Without a word, the werewolf scooped the Russian up as delicately as humanely possible, carrying him bridal style into his bedroom.

Being stronger than the average woman had its up points and Emerald had a habit of using those up points to her advantage. Not to say that Ilari wasn't difficult to carry, he was a full grown man after all, but she was able to carry him far easier than most people would and she was somehow able to carry him rather delicately despite her normal rough way of handling things. The wolf girl carefully maneuvered the older male in her arms, managing to turn down his covers and placing him on the bed, drawing his covers over him.

Emerald made her way to the other side of the bed, laying on top of the covers with a yawn. "There we go, I can watch over you while you sleep and you don't have to worry about me being uncomfortable on the floor." Emerald yawned again, rubbing the corner of her eyes sleepily. It would seem that she was far more tired that she originally though, her eyes drooping a little as she glanced at her friend with tired blue eyes.

Ilari wasn't expecting to be picked up. He hadn't had someone touch him more than a friendly handshake in a long time. It was confusing to have someone carry him, especially so tenderly, and he found himself enjoying the contact. It helped that his mind felt fuzzy, and his sense of judgment wasn't the best. He nuzzled at Emerald's shoulder just a bit, relaxed and content.

And then he found himself on his bed, right next to the wall, all snuggled in under the covers. He blinked a few times, looking around. He was comfy... it was nice. Sloppily, he turned his gaze to Emerald and smiled a bit.

"You're warm," he murmured, moving to snuggle closer to the woman. "Feels good." Indeed, having another body next to his was wonderful, in his cold, radiator-less apartment. He wrapped his - admittedly strong - arms around the younger woman's waist and nuzzled at her shoulder, enjoying the warmth of someone else in his bed, yet not really thinking about the implications of his actions. Painkillers were kind of nice, like that, though he would regret his actions in the morning. He wasn't aware of it, but it would be very awkward around Emerald, after this night.

(Guest appearance. Literally.)

Another day.
Another patrol.
Another crappy neighborhood with too many empty apartments.

Another room.
Another mirror.
Another bathroom.

Another apartment.
Another room,
Another mirror,
Another bathroom,

Another apartment.
Another room,
Another mirror,
Emmy sleeping in some guy's bed,
Another bathroom...

Wait.
Stop.
Rewind.
Freeze.
Zoom.
Stare.

Emerald Lupin, the Big Badass Wolf, Little Miss 'Get-your-hands-off-me-before-I-break-them', Gawain's adopted sister and official partner in crime was sleeping like a baby in some guy's bed. In his arms. In his... clothes?!
The young knight made a half move.

Option number one: walk in. Make a scene. Punch the guy..
Option number two: or not.

On second thought...

Emmy is fully capable of punching out guys herself.

With his mouth still hanging open, Gawain stood in the mirror, and observed the scene. Emerald looked peaceful, and unhurt for once, and the guy was sleeping like a baby. Gawain made sure he would remember and recognize his face.

When he finally walked out of the mirror long minutes later, he didn't feel bad at all for walking in on such an adorable scene. It was only natural. In a freaky 'what are the odds' way. His sister was safe. So was he. For now.

Ya'd better be takin' good care of her, boy.
I know where you live.

With Ilari settled down on the bed, probably going to sleep soon, Emerald figured it was time to get a nice long nights rest once she had confirmed her friends was asleep. She watched him smile a little and she arched a brow at him, somewhat confused as what was going through that pain killer addled brain of his. This was when he snuggled close to her and the younger woman felt a blush crawl across her cheeks. Suddenly, strong arms were around her waist and he was contently nuzzled into her shoulder, cuddling her like someone would a stuffed toy. Her tail began to wag rappidly, thumping on the bed in a sort of metronome along with her heart, both thumping rather fast.

At first Emerald froze,(everything but her tail that is) staying rigid in the bed as the man slowly fell asleep on her shoulder. Damn him for being high on pain killers! And Being Injured! Now I can’t punch him off of the bed for doing this because it will hurt him…well I could still do it. NO! Bad Emerald, no further bruising the already beaten and bruised man. Emerald inwardly debating wether or not she should flee or just stay there and let herself be used as a giant snuggle pillow. She gazed over at Ilari and let out a loud sigh, he looked so damn cute when he was all snuggled and content. Maybe this won’t be so bad, besides I told him I would watch over him. Besides its way too damn cold in here to sleep above the covers without some form of warmth.

Another small yawn escaped the female’s lips, her eyes drooping even more as she felt strength beginning to start to overtake her. Emerald kissed the top of Ilari’s head, ruffling his air playfully as she gazed at the sleeping young man. “Night, Glowstick, keep your hands above the waist and bellow the chest alright?” She asked, even though she knew he was already dead asleep. Soon Emerald followed, falling asleep long before her adopted sibling got a glance at the two of them. For the first time in a long time, the wolf girl managed to get a full, nightmare free, rest. Maybe because she owned her own personal night light in the form of a blonde man who warded off all bad dreams. Or maybe she was just so content and happy she couldn't help but have a good nights sleep.

And sleep, he did. Ilari slept soundly through the night, never awoken by the soreness in his ribs - thanks to the medicine! He wasn't much for moving around in his sleep, anyway, but he certainly didn't budge, that night, unless Emerald was to. Either way, his sleep was deep, dreamless, and very rejuvenating.

He awoke, the next morning, with his arms still wrapped around Emerald, and his face still buried in her shoulder. He didn't think much of it, in the waking haze. He simply snuggled closer to the source of warmth, content with just that, as it was still quite cold in his room. A few happy noises escaped him. It was nice to be snuggled up to another body, for once.

And then he remembered who that body belonged to. He shot up to a sitting position, staring down, horrified at Emerald. What was she doing in his bed!? What was he doing snuggling with her!? He knew nothing had happened, thankfully, but why was she wearing his clothes!? He scrambled out of his bed, rushing to grab a change of clothes from the closet. He glanced around, awkwardly, wondering what to do. He figured it a smart idea to go and take a shower, but he didn't want to just leave Emerald there... at the same time, he did.

How embarrassing...

It was morning time and Emerald usually woke up far earlier than she did, she must have been tired the previous night because she slept like a baby until a fairly late part of her morning. Though late for Emerald was 8 am, late for most teenagers was usually 3 or 4 in the afternoon. Feeling her source of heat slide out from under her made the wolf grunt and groan, looking around for her personal heating buddy. She glanced up wards to see Ilari, looking down at her, just when she was about to make a quip about something she saw how freaked out he was. A low sigh escaped her lips as she stared up at him, sliding off of the bed as he stared.

"Well, at least your awake now,kept my promise on making sure you didn't get yourself killed." Emerald told him, making her way over to her backpack. The wolf girl slid on her jeans as well as her denim jacket, not caring what was tucked in where. Her arm looped underneath her backpack, scooping it up from the floor, just before a low audible growl escaped from it, she paused, clearly not knowing if she should stay or not, part of her didn't want to, part of her really did. She started walking toward the door, clearly "borrowing" Ilari's shirt as she walked, waiting for him to say something.

He wasn't about to say something. He was so utterly mortified that his voice was sticking in his throat, which felt incredibly dry. Honestly, he didn't even know if he wanted to say anything. It was inconsequential, that she was taking his shirt. He had plenty more. All that mattered to him was that she left. She needed to leave. Had to get OUT. Then, Ilari would take a long shower and vow to keep away from people. Ilari did just fine without people. It was happier - better - that way.

He heard the door click shut, and he moved around to start running the water for his shower. No... he couldn't stop interacting with people, especially not the friends he'd made. Emerald was fun to hang out with, most of the time, but... he didn't know if he'd be able to face her again. Damnit. He clonked his head on the bathroom wall and leaned there, thinking. He had to reaffirm himself. He was going to go out and steal from someplace with a complicated security lock. Yeah. That sounded like a plan. Remind himself of his abilities.

But, first, a shower.