Who's the Prey Now?

Millie grumbled, and swiftly pulled him back into her, clamping onto him like a bear trap bred with a vice. She let out something in between a comfortable sigh, and a light moan. It was very obvious she was enjoying whatever fantasy her mind had cooked up for her sleeping state.

Andre blushed brightly at the tight grasp of Millie, barely taking notice of the noises made by her, finding himself too busy figuring out how to loosen her grip. He decided to lightly continue his attempt to escape, delicately attempting to pry her fingers away.

Millie only tightened her grip with the struggle. Like any good trap, resistance only encouraged her control. "Yeah.... Struggle...." she muttered in her sleep, leaving it open to just what she was dreaming about. Either way, she would likely need to be relaxed, or somehow over-powered for Andre to escape.

Andre squirmed a bit more before essentially conceding defeat to Millie's grip, deciding to just lightly pat her head. He awkwardly snuggled in, making himself comfortable as he glanced up at the kitchen then back down at Millie.

Millie's harsh expression changed, only slightly, into a more comfortable one. Even though she was asleep, every part of her face looked like it was staring a hole through Andre. She gave a sleep sigh of frustration, and pulled Andre closer, starting to relax ever more.

Was this girl trying to ruin his life or something? Andre nearly choked on his own spit at this point, but kept his suffering mostly silent as he lightly stroked her hair so as to possibly calm her down a bit more. Maybe if she fell into a deeper sleep she would finally LET GO.

Millie's face seemed at conflict. Almost like the gentle sensation was confusing her. And truth was, it was doing just that. There was never a gentle touch like that in her life. Only that of discipline, and combat. Millie slumped deeper into the couch, relaxing deeply after she decided she liked the sensation.

He monitored her expression very closely, only ceasing to pet the sleeping girl's hair when he felt absolutely sure that she had gotten comfortable enough. Andre then attempted to slowly but surely move away from her, hoping that this attempt wouldn't be interrupted.

Millie was holding on loosely enough for Andre to escape, and was in a much deeper rest now. The only protest was a distressed look on Millie's face, showing she was extremely upset about the loss of warmth. It might have been cute if she wasn't a vice a few minutes ago.

After a second of relief from escaping Millie's grasp, he felt a bit of regret after checking her expression. At least now his food wouldn't burn. Andre turned off the heat generating appliances and began assembling the meal. Before doing so, however, he reached into one of his closets and pulled out a stuffed fish, kind of awkwardly placed it next to Millie where he was.

Millie's expression relaxed back into its formerly comfortable state, her arms snaking around the likely sarcastically selected stuffed toy, squeezing it tightly. Giving an unsatisfied groan, she curls into a ball on the couch, now wrapping the animal in all limbs like a human constrictor of misplaced affection.

While placing food onto plates very carefully, Andre glanced over at Millie a couple of times to watch her sleeping form. He found it somewhat cute, if not disturbing due to how almost downright murderous she was earlier. At least she wasn't threatening him, he reasoned quietly. He set a plate down off to the side for Millie if she were to awaken then quickly and quietly shuffled off to his room for quiet.

Millie would sleep sound for another few minutes. The call of fresh food was easily too much for her to resist. She sat up, still hugging the stuffed animal, and running her eyes. He hair was a complete mess now, but that hardly bothered her with such a meal resting in front of her eyes. She took only a split second to scorn Andre for replacing himself with the toy before digging in, the object still wrapped in one of her arms.

After peeking to make sure Millie was eating fine, Andre settled in his room with his plate set onto his nightstand while writing out some kind of document, maybe a poem or something. He scratched the pencil across the paper rapidly, before finally setting it down on top of his little pad. Andre rolled off of his bed, remembering to avoid kicking his bedstand before stalking out of his room somewhat quietly to search for something.

Normally, Millie might have heard someone skulking about the house. However, she was still so very tired, and her time in the desert was less than idea. Add that to the fact that this food was so very good. She simply to continue to indulge in the meal, far more sluggishly than she would usually be seen doing.

Andre praised to the highest peaks of Valhalla that he didn't interrupt Millie as he quickly nabbed a painting off of a wall, revealing a safe which he attempted to open by twisting the dial. He slowly and awkwardly drew the safe open, grabbed a flute, then closed the safe and re-hung the painting before shuffling back off to his room.

Millie finally finished the meal after a while, and gave a long fully limbed stretch, complete with yawn. With nothing left to do, she begins skulking the house. "Has to be something to do around here..." She muttered, feeling far too good to traverse the town in this hot desert sun.

With the retrieval successful and the enemy detection level at yellow, Andre considered his mission completed. He plopped down onto his mattress, re-positioned his notebook so that he could read it as he raised the flute to his lips,  and began to play a soothing melody.

Millie instantly plopped down in the middle of the floor as she heard the music. She was already so tired, and that music was so relaxing. She rubbed her eyes, and gave another yawn. Before long, she was asleep, sprawled out in the floor, stuffed fish in her arms. It was the way she was raised really. You sleep where you fall. Beds are for yuppies.

Andre could only very lightly hear the sound of flesh hitting the floor from another room, but hear it he did. The corners of his lips curled into a slight smile as he continued to play. It was, indeed, true. Music could soothe the savage beast. He'd definitely write to Sister Roberta to tell her she was right.

Millie curled up on the floor, becoming more comfortable as the song continued to play. She had no idea where it was coming from, and she didn't particularly care. Point was, this floor was great, but not as great as this stuffed animal. Which she will now continue to teeth on.