"Hey, what is this new ruckus that you have been causing now.", Vincent shouted as he entered the room. He was wearing his black nightgown and his hair were tousled because he just woke up.
"I can't find my legs…", Astrid looked at the stranger and said filled with great grievance
His face scrunched up as he first looked down at the girl half sitting at the messed up floor, then at her bird nest, I mean her weird turban. She really looked comical, yet cute. I think its true when they say, 'too much drunk people don't use their hands to stop themselves when they fall down, they just to use their face and their teeth.'
He was suddenly filled with desire to tease her. So, he went towards her after all he was a man of action
"Oh no, then should we find your legs." He said sounding concerned.
"Would you really help me…?" she said as she reached out to hold corner of his clothes.
"Really, Good girl, first tell me your name", he chuckled and said as if to coax a child
"Mommy calls me Trixie" she answered while at the hand which were holding my clothes.
'Trixie, the name really suits her' He muttered internally.
Then, she suddenly got up and Vincent amusedly looked at how she could stand without her legs. She tugged at his sleeves again and pointed his legs.
"Aye…, I found them, these are my legs." She elatedly declared.
Before, he could further react, she held his hand and climbed up on me like a monkey, trapping my one arm in the process. But I was more shocked at how much guard I let down around her.
"Legs! I want to sleep, take me to my bed", Astrid happily commanded to her newfound legs.
He got stunned at her sudden command but didn't move an inch.
"Why don't you move, lazy, you are so lazy.", She was dissatisfied and started flapping her limbs, even though he tried to control her, his futile attempt eventually led them to both falling onto ground. luckily the floor was well carpeted to cushion their fall.
Vincent helplessly looked at the girl who was straddling him and felt her leaning on his chest. He tried to push her away, but she was completely treating him like her pillow and even had the audacity to fell asleep on him. He sighed and thought why did he brought it upon himself.
He looked at her rosy, red lip which were slightly open, but they were also very close to him. he suddenly felt very thirsty and averted his gaze from her lips only to bring his attention at the strand of silver hair which escaped from her turban.
His eyes darkened as looked at her silver hair because he remembered her golden eyes and then thought were these not the family trait of the pureblood linage from the house Sternenholz …
He decisively collected that stray strand of hair and swept it under her turban. I can't let anybody know about this before I have an affirmative answer. He yanked of the ground with the sleeping girl who was still clinging onto him, then stood up with some difficulty and finally moved to deliver his source of misery to her bed.