rather tired of having visitors and has locked herself in her bedroom with the blankets pulled over her head.

knocks on her door loudly.

groans as she climbs out of bed. She couldn't be bothered to change out of her pajamas or try to fix her hair as she made her way towards_

the door, prepared to curse at whoever was bothering her. Her entire body was sore from her run the other day, and she was not in the mood_

for any more company right now. She swung the door open angrily and glared at the idio- Basch? Her temper subsided slightly. "Oh. It's you."

jumped back by the door being thrown open, going to reach for his gun before he remembered who's house this was. His absolutely cranky_

girlfriend's house, who hated guns. "...It's...you." He greets back intelligently.

tempted to slam the door in his face, but she did enjoy Basch's company, and didn't particularly want to piss him off. "What are you doing_

here?"

making his rounds of bringing her milk and chocolates. But...he brought a little extra. He felt bad prying but he was admittedly a little.._

jealous? Thora had been spending time with other people outside of his grasp and it was making him a little nervous. "I came to see you."

felt a little diffused at that, though she was still sore and grumpy. "Fine. Come in it you'd like." All of that work trying to find a cute_

dress for the next time she saw him, trying new hairstyles... and he shows up when she was sore and in bed.

does not mind. She saw him after a day of working, that was basically the same, right? He enters and looks around. "Actually...I...Have_

something I want to ask." Now that she let him in.

shut the door a bit louder than she intended to, locking it firmly. Normally she forgot to lock it, but with how social she had been lately_

she was not interested in any more surprise visitors. "What?" She asked roughly, folding her arms over her chest as she stiffly walked_

to the kitchen to make some coffee. Maybe that would improve her mood.

follows after her and puts the stuff on the counter. He'd never admit it, but he almost appeared to be pouting as he spoke. "You've been_

seeing more people lately, haven't you?"

"Unfortunately." She grumbled under her breath, nearly incoherently, as she pulled out some coffee and began preparing the pot. Once the_

water was put in she frowned. "I met your Sealand and France. They were very... friendly, one a bit more than I am comfortable with."

seemed almost relieved by her words until she mentioned France. He glowers at the very mention. "Did he do anything!?"

huffed. "He has been visiting me a lot." She said in an annoyed tone. "I felt bad for him at first, but now..." Now she needed her space.

actually pretty jealous. Yeah. Jealous. It wouldn't do to have other guys think she's cute. He liked Thora being uncute. Because then other_

guys wouldn't see how cute she was and...Oh. He wasn't...This was. He found himself turning red with his line of thought. Wasn't this a _

warped way of thinking about one's girlfriend? He shook the thought away. Regardless, he didn't want to share. "So tell him to leave! Or I_

will!"

almost lit up at the thought. "Would you really?" That would definitely make things easier for her.

nods with determination. "Leave it to me, France won't bother you."

frowns. "France?" He thought she- Well, that did make sense. "No. France has been a perfect gentleman. Sealand is the problem." She said_

darkly while getting a mug for her coffee. He had seemed innocent enough, but she felt like every time she left the house he was going to_

pop up!

stunned into silence by her words and is just staring at her.

sips on the coffee, allowing the delicious caffeine filled liquid to scald her throat and calm her mood. "He's a nice kid, but..." She_

paused, trying to think of a way to say it that wouldn't cause Basch to do anything mean, and wasn't spoken out of her current annoyance._

"He's very energetic. It's like dealing with a little Denmark."

knows how she feels about Denmark, so he relaxes. Not that he would have done anything to Sealand regardless. He was just a kid. "I...see.."

sipped on her coffee, feeling a bit more relaxed. "I went for a run the other day..."

seems a little surprised by that. "You did? I thought you hated it."

"I do." She glared in to her coffee, her body's soreness serving as a reminder of just how much she hated it.

cocks his head to the side. "So why?"

shrugged, not wanting to admit that the real reason was her feeling self conscious thanks to Ann. "Why not?"

quiet for a moment. "Because you usually don't do things you hate."

supposes that that is a very valid point... she was quite horrible at doing anything she even remotely disliked. Half of the time she had a_

hard enough time motivating herself to doing something she had initially wanted to do. Working in any regard was never one of her_

strengths, but she was hardly going to admit that to him! So instead, she simply shrugged. "It seemed like a good idea at the time."

still suspicious, but he decides not to press the issue. "Then you'll run with me?"