Thread: A Whole New World (Collector x Hardor)

The short drive home had offered Brian quite a bit of time to simply examine the females form from the corner of his eyes. While he'd previously been rather obsessed over the oddities of her physical form his eyes now focused on the details that matched that of a human female. Like most males, his eyes sought out the curves that decorated her form, first eying the elf's rather large bust, the scant material that clung to her form offering very little coverage for the large mounds. He attempted to estimate their rough size and was content with the assumption that they were at minimum C's and quite possibly D's at that. But while he examined her lovely frame, her own eyes examined the rather odd world surrounding her. The only detail that resembled her own world were the humans who filled it. Though the human race that inhabited her own world were far from the level of sophistication that this world held. But their individual pondering soon came to an end as they arrived at his house and slipped out of his car, both making their way into the living room of his home. Brian's amusement started to climb as the seemingly annoyed female shrugged off his coat and walked a short distance to the nearest chair, his eyes upon her, examining her with curious eyes as she tucked her arms beneath her breasts, once more bolstering the already large orbs size as her ears flattened against her head and a glare was shot in his direction. He stood in the door way, kicking his snow-covered shoes aside as he listened to her little rant. A slight chuckle found its way out of him as one accusation after another was fired his direction. It seemed as if the elf had quite quickly seen through his poorly constructed ruse, immediately calling him out. He gave a slight shrug of his shoulders, his eyes once more shifting up towards her own as her interesting threat left her mouth. Hex him? An all to amused expression played its way across his face, Your idle threats are far from intimidating. He stated, his tone rather even as he brushed the snow off the shoulders of his dress shirt, the blue material partially dampened thanks to the short stretches of time he'd spent standing outside, first searching for the runaway and then hovering over the disgruntled elf. You are correct, though. I am not an authority figure here. I'm a simple Psychologist who runs a private practice serving some of the higher ups of this town. This is my house and that restraint in my vehicle was meant to keep you from flying out the window. He flashed her a slight grin, clearly rather amused by how things were unfolding despite the string of insults she flung his way. There was no doubt in his mind that wherever this female had come from she most definitely had been quite important. From the way she talked to the way she carried herself, everything seemed to come together with a supposed air of superiority. Unfortunately for her, he didn't care all that much about where she'd come from. No, he realized that, no matter where she'd been, she was now here, in a world much different then her own with no one to help her and no one for her to rely on. No one but him. The last few lines, however, brought a slight frown to the males face. In a few words she'd attempted to demean the man, to assert her own dominance and reduce him to nothing more than a lowly peon in his own home. He stepped towards her as she moved towards the stairs and extended a hand in her direction. He grasped hold of her shoulder and stopped her in her tracks, First off, girl, this is not the land you came from. He stated, his words rather harsh as his eyes focused in on her, returning the glare she'd so kindly shot his way a few moments ago, This is my house, my town, and my world. I run this house. I pay for this house. And I control who stays and goes in my house. I was kind enough to offer you the warmth of my car, the warmth of my house and, if you are polite enough, I may even be kind enough to offer you clothes to put on your back and food to put in your stomach. However, if you keep walking around with your chin held high and that air of superiority you keep letting off then you might just find your ass back outside in that snow. You're more than welcome to try and find your way back home out there but, I wont lie, you wouldn't last an hour on these streets in the middle of summer, let alone in our winters. He drew his hand away from her shoulder and crossed his arms over his own chest, partially immitating the motion she'd made when she'd taken up refuge in his chair, So how about you halt those idiotic threats of yours, drop your damned attitude and give a bit of respect towards the person who is standing between you and deaths door right now. He said, a slight smirk playing across his face. He may not have the diction of proper nobility but what he did possess was knowledge. Knowledge that she couldn't simply obtain by examining the light fixtures and the strange environment around her. He knew the streets of Boston and knew the ways of his world better than she could possibly learn in a matter of hours. He knew where to avoid and when to avoid different parts of town. He knew what it took to survive and, unfortunately for her, she would most certainly have to rely upon him for the time being. At least until she figured out some way to function in the new world she'd been forced into. He turned away from her for a moment and moved to pick up the coat she'd simply tossed on the floor. He scooped it up and draped it over one of the many open hooks on his coat rack, Now, lets stop this little pissing contest and pretend like we're civilized individuals. What is your name? He questioned, his eyes turning towards her before scanning over her frame. The clothing she wore was quite literally drenched. The sweat she'd been coated in before being whisked away to his world coupled with the snow she'd found herself face down in after their little collision had done a number on the thin material, soaking it through to the skin beneath, And you're going to need to get out of that clothing. He stated, I'm not sure how things work in the magical land you came from but here being clothed in soaked clothing is just asking to catch some nasty colds or something far worse than that. He stated, And if you ask nicely I might even be willing to offer you something to wear. Though I'm afraid I don't have much to offer in that sort of design. He stated, gesturing towards the rather exotic attire she'd show up in.