Part three of the Senitus chapter, which will have at least five parts, and as many as eight. I'd like to thank everyone who has been keeping up with my blog, or even just reading things every so often. In August I got just one short of April, the first month that I started this. With any luck, I'll keep up my updates and every month will either look this good or better. Thanks again. Oh, also this picture is a fountain, if you couldn't tell.
He just ignored her. She was off to the side using a small area which served as a public kitchen but was rarely used; she was one of the few people that used it. However, Senitus was mainly just interested in washing himself off with the water from the fountain. He took his arms into his tunic and lowered the top part of it to hang over his belt, exposing his chest. As he looked down he saw his stomach which looked even flabbier than it had used to. He could only attribute this to his increase in drinking. It’s not as though he was overall in bad shape, but sight of the extra couple of inches on his own stomach disgusted him. He splashed some water up onto his face and then rubbed his fingers through his hair, wetting it as well. He then splashed some water up onto his chest and rubbed his hands down over his arms. It wouldn't really get him that clean, but it was better than nothing.
He heard her voice once more, calling out, “Come on dear, ‘ave a cup o’ wine. It’ll sharpen you right up.” He looked up at her, body still hunched over the fountain with little beads of water dripping from his hair. She gestured towards him with a cup and he let loose a long, quiet sigh, pulling himself upright and putting the top of his tunic onto his still wet body, clinging instantly to him. Clothed, he walked slowly towards her and took the cup from her hand, the near scowl on his face juxtaposing the toothy grin on her own. He looked down into the cup and took a dry swallow before lifting the cup up to his mouth and greedily drinking it all down. It was mixed with water. He was hoping that it would be straight.
As he gave the cup back to her and went back to the fountain he heard steps coming into the insula, heralding some foreigner who lived in the apartment building. He was a tall man with dark skin, dark hair, and dark eyes. When he spoke his words were abrasive, violently raping the beautiful language of his people, “Hey you whore, you awake in day?” He lifted up his tunic and grabbed his genitals, thrusting his hips in her general direction. “You mouth ready?” He let out a guttural laugh to accompany his words. Senitus wasn't sure if the man didn't know that an Erraman would never admit to oral sex, or didn't care. Either way, it was insulting.
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