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She continues to look at the ground, holding her shoulder with aprehension. She blinks as she is brought back to her own body with the feeling of him lifting her chin to look into his eyes. "Really? Because this is confusing the heck out of me," she sighs, leaning into his chest, careful to avoid his shoulder. "But, as long as one of us understands, I guess I'll live," she chuckles, taking in the scent no longer hidden by her weak, human nose. Fresh air and hot chocolate, the sweet scent that his alone.

She smiles as she feels his emotions, calm, happiness, the guilt almost burried into the back of the mind. "Thank you, Cade. Stop blaming yourself, alright? It sucks how this all came about, no pun intended, but...my dad always wanted me to get a guy," she states with a bright smile, pulling slightly out of the hug to show him her joy. Sure, she would have a lot to get used to, and she wouldn't see her family for a while to ensure they would be safe with her around, but she was really happy.

She nods, not expecting him to get rid of his guilt so easily. If she was in his position she'd probably be feeling the same way. When he mentions her father, she chuckles softly. "That's true, but I think he'd like you anyways. I mean, you're a man that can fight, seems to be pretty smart, and has the best interests at heart. The perfect man for me, I'd say," she states, going onto her tippy toes to give him a full on kiss.

She surrendered to the kiss she initiated, enjoying the feeling of it. When they break apart she sighs softly, feeling warm and amazing, face blushing softly. But, her eyes widen as he collapses, landing on her feet. "Ah! Are you alright?" she asks, worried she did something wrong by kissing him.

She frowns as he bursts out laughing at her exclamation of worry. "That's not funny, Cade," she mutters, trying to keep her anger in check. Yes, she realizes that he is a vampire, and yes, she figures it is a tad bit harder to hurt them, but he could've been hurt! But, her fears are relieved as he says he is fine, nothing in his emotions pointing towards him lying. Well, until the slight burning sensation goes through her shoulder, causing her to raise an eyebrow in challenge. "Yeah, we'll see," she sighs, walking calmly to his side. "So, since I am currently forbidden to leave the apartment, want to help me redecorate?" she asks, having brought supplies from home incase her suspicions about father's decorative decision was proven correct.

She smiles brightly as he agrees to help, trying to ignore how he had to put his arm back into the sling. She stands up, walking towards the closet to open it's doors. She nods, the box being still closed and ready to use. Her dad would've thrown a hissy fit and denied her access to supplies if he knew what she was planning on. She looks to her hands, chuckling when she realizes that she has claws, having thought that would've been cool. So, no longer needing to find a knife, she pokes her finger into the tape, tearing down it until the box popped open revealing cans of paint, fabric, and supplies for using the paint. "First, let's see if I can even stand the scent of this stuff before we set to work that way," she mutters, taking out a can labeled 'midnight blue' from the box. She easily pops the lid open slightly using the screw driver and brute strength. She sniffs the air cautiously, trying to figure out if she could stand it. One wiff though and she hisses in displeasure, shutting the can instantly. "Damn, I thought that burned before, but now I know what it really means to burn!" she exclaims, a hand covering her nose while her eyes water.

"Okay, it looks like we can only use the fabric I brought with me to redecorate," she sighs, nodding in agreement with his statement of hating scented sprayers. "Well, my motif was going to be a sunset and the night sky, but without the paint we're going to be limited to how much I can do with the fabric," she mutters. "Well, with the amount of cloth I have, I'd be able to at least cover the ceiling. The walls, I don't know," she sighs, staring at the rolls and rolls of fabric housed in the box.