Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150926134001/@comment-5543592-20150927025814

Once Pierre was geared up, he headed out of the house, heading down towards Whiterun.

He wasn't sure what to make of Cat. Not a week prior she'd called him a pervert and hated him. Now that they were together, he got that that changed things, but he didn't understand how throwing Rikki at him helped. He wasn't even attracted to Rikki. The whole thing made Pierre feel, well, quite dirty. He wanted Cat and only Cat, not her Khajiit friend. But he wasn't sure how to tell her, either of them, without hurting anyone.

He shivered involuntarily, before shaking his head, trying to knock the thought from his mind. He couldn't think on that now.

Maybe killing things would help. Killing things always helped. It was engrained in his being, gifted to him by his father, reinforced by his mother. Pierre was desctruction incarnate, yeah? He supposed he was meant to kill things.

He made his way into Whiterun, and headed up into the inn, looking for the first guy who seemed like he was ready to pay.