⇝ Dᴇᴀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ Dᴇᴀᴅʟʏ ⇜ -ᴛᴏʀɴ x ᴀʀᴀʙᴍᴏʀɢᴀɴ

[arabmorgan]

s e r e n e
{ female } { single } { 21 years } { the cold-hearted spy }

Serene rested her elbows on her thighs, thinking about his question. "Well, I'm really close to my family," she said slowly, "especially my mum. I had a...well, I guess you'd call it a privileged childhood." She shrugged, unembarrassed. "My parents didn't fight much, I didn't want for anything, except my independence, like every other teenager. My brother is five years younger than me; he's still studying but he goofs off a lot and we always have to worry about him. No dramatic family background here." She grinned, turning around to look at Zeke. She almost leaned back but thought better of it, because leaning on his hand would be kind of awkward.

"So, how about you? Any siblings? You look like the caring older brother type," Serene said teasingly, feeling comfortable with shooting the same question back at him. It was a good way to pass time, almost fun, because it reminded her of those late night Truth or Dare games she used to play with her friends, except without the dares.

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{ I live!
Gosh, it's been forever and I am so sorry about ditching this roleplay. If you want, we can keep it going.
If not, that's a-ok. c: I've recently come back mainly for this 1x1, so...yeah.

[arabmorgan]

{ oh hey, welcome back! c:
i wouldn't mind continuing, but my replies might be much, much slower because I just started uni >< if you're okay with that we could definitely continue! }

[global.]

{ I'm fine with that. School starts soon here so I might be a bit slow as well.
I'll reply quickly! c: Apologies in advance if my posts are sorta short, it's gonna be rusty. x3

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Zeke waited for a moment as she thought about his question, watching her face with a quiet demeanor. Ass she spoke about her privileged childhood, as she put it herself; Zeke couldn't help but feel a bit jealous of the young woman that sat beside him.

When she turned to him, he smiled softly at her till she questioned his own past, a slight frown marring his features. Shifting himself on the couch, Zeke let his fingers slightly brush her shoulder before letting it come to rest behind her as before. "Hah, I wish, but no." He answered with a small smile to her question about siblings. "Was probably best I didn't anyways. My dad left my mom sometime after I was born. It was rough...growing up without a dad," His features clouded over, darkened with hurt before it was quickly wished away. "Long story short, my dad ran off, got rich, and came back with fame and fortune. I don't think I could forgive him for skipping out on my mom, no matter what he buys her but they are currently on good terms." Zeke sighed to himself, glancing over at Serene to gauge her reaction. He surprised himself by spilling even that much to her.

[arabmorgan]

s e r e n e
{ female } { single } { 21 years } { the cold-hearted spy }

Serene's gaze swept across Zeke's face questioningly, her eyebrows furrowing at his frown, wondering if she had touched on a sensitive topic. She stayed very still as he spoke of his childhood, her concern focused more on the pain that flashed across his features than the actual details of his story. She took a moment to think over her words before answering, "You and your mother must have meant something to him if he returned even with all that wealth. Perhaps circumstances then forced him to leave." She gave a small smile as she commented, "You turned out well enough though. None of your manners are lacking at all."

Kicking her bare feet back and forth so that her soles just brushed the cool tiles, Serene took a moment to size Zeke up. "It's harder than I thought it would be to think of questions," she said with a soft laugh. "Are you in a relationship now? Or any interesting past relationships to speak of?" The smile on her lips was slightly cheeky now, and she was clearly awaiting a fun story or two.

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Zeke weighed her words carefully as she spoke. Honestly, they took him slightly off guard. He had expected some type of apology, or condolence. Even a question of how his mother was coping with it. But to take side with his dad. Though Zeke was irritated slightly, he didn't show it. No point in screwing up the mission because of some family problem... The young man thought to himself.

Brought out of his thought's by her small laugh, Zeke's lips quirked up in a roguish smile at her question. "Not currently. I figure dating an assassin probably isn't the best option. I've had a few in the past, though most of them didn't actually know my real name, since most of the time I would get caught up in a job." He glanced at the woman beside him, mentally picturing someone that might be her type. Probably a businessman of some sort. Wealthy, charming and a good upstanding citizen who's made a name for himself. Nothing like Zeke at all, which, he thought of with a slight tinge of jealousy. "What about you? Got any guy strung along after you?" He teased lightly. It was easy to banter with her, keep it light. It was just how he went around things.

[arabmorgan]

s e r e n e
{ female } { single } { 21 years } { the cold-hearted spy }

Serene grinned. "I can see why that might make a relationship difficult," she teased lightly. "Are you the kind who goes for tall and willowy, or small and cute?" She tilted her head as she sized him up, pursing her lips as she tried to imagine him with any kind of woman. It wouldn't be hard for him, she imagined, since he had the looks and the body. Pulling herself out of her thoughts, she turned her attention to Zeke's question, still faintly distracted. "Right now, no - my work is pretty much keeping me occupied, and I only get home to sleep. I had a few boyfriends back in school, but nothing serious." Her smile was slightly wistful as she thought of the days when studying was still her most tiring chore.

She shot a glance towards the windows to the side, not really expecting to see anything out of the ordinary but just to reassure herself that they were safe. It felt strange not to be working at a hectic pace, and not to have anything to do till the next day. Zeke didn't seem to feel the same anxiety she felt, though; he looked completely relaxed and at ease, which completely fit his laid back attitude anyway.

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Zeke made a face at her, slightly wrinkling his nose at her cheeky questions. Small and cute. That was probably Zeke's immediate response as he looked at Serene beside him. She made everything seem so easy and the smallest action to Zeke was classified under near perfect. It was going to be rough. Sizing up the situation, he rose a daring eyebrow and smirked. "Neither, more of small and feisty rather then small and cute." A snicker rose out of his throat, remembering one of his most recent relationships with a redheaded woman.

"The guys that you dated back at school, what were they like?" Zeke tilted his head slightly to the side. It was definitely going out on a limb and in another situation, it'd seem extremely straightforward. However, with the lovely banter and teasing that had gone on between them since the moment they met, the assassin felt like he had found a bit of home. She kept things light and easy, making him more relaxed then his normal mission self. Little wonders.

[arabmorgan]

s e r e n e
{ female } { 21 years } { the cold-hearted spy }

"Fiesty?" Serene repeated, mirroring him with a raise of her brow. On second thought, considering how easily sarcasm came to him, she supposed she shouldn't have been surprised. "Well, you do seem like you would need more than just a meek female to keep you from being bored to death," she conceded. A low chuckle left her lips, enjoying the surprising ease of conversation between them, the way he could make almost-sensitive matters seem like nothing more than relaxed banter.

Her lids swept downwards for a moment as she pondered his question. School seemed like such a long time ago now, she ever so rarely gave those supposedly formative years much thought any longer. "They were very happy to wait on me hand and foot," she said, a wry smile tilting her lips, "which was something I liked back then. But thinking back, they were ridiculously clingy, which might have been why I tired of them." She shrugged, shooting him a glance to gauge his expression, feeling the need to explain herself further. "I don't like being stifled, you know? I do what I want to do."