Oh... oh no.

Pendleton sagged, covering his face with his hands in despair, curling up on the couch.

Oh no!

"Oh! So you're from the future basically," Pendleton exclaimed, surprised, "Um, did they.... ever catch Jack the Ripper?"

"You're also currently in London... what time period did you come from?"

"Well it's January 5th, 1888 today... if that helps."

When the kiss was eventually broken, the inventor felt a bit dazed, having to steady himself carefully.

Enmu would of certainly got a taste of him, as he had tasted Enmu. It was... a unique experience.

"Ah... ah..."

"It's alright, it's gone, don't worry," he soothed, "Just relax."

Oh, it really did bother him, didn't it? Carefully, Pendleton put the gun away, locking it in a drawer. Once it was out of sight, he approached Alastor, looked at him.

His eyes, his ears, the X over his forehead. Had he'd been... shot?

He reached out then, gave Alastor a hug, protectively.

Pendleton came back after a moment, hot water for Enmu and some tea for himself, setting them on the low table by the couch and looking to see his guest milling about. Oh, he hoped Enmu wouldn't find him strange... well stranger.

perhaps the ship at large would of had a different name.

There was also inventions of different sizes, most completed, other's a work in progress. They all were steam powered.

There were blueprints here and there, rolled up or hanging from lines of string, different designs, drawn with minute details. One even showed a zeppelin even though at this time the zeppelin hadn't yet been invented.

If Pendleton had been the first,

That... hadn't been enough, there was no way such a kiss would transition a taste.

So, he reached forth with his other hand, graceful, soft fingers tracing along Enmu's jaw, leaning forward to kiss him back, full and warm on the lips.

A soft flick of his tongue, coaxing. There, that was better.

He seemed quite happy, moving to and fro smoothly and quickly.

"Lempo, I see," he nodded, wondering if it would be correct to address this person as Mr. or Sir to be polite. Well, perhaps it was best he didn't bother with it to much.

"Right away then, uh... please make yourself comfortable," he said, getting up to go retrieve a few of his blueprints and plans.

"Oh, well I... I've never fired a gun before, least till now," Pendleton admitted, rubbing the back of his neck, "It's... very powerful, isn't it?"

"Did you ever handle a gun before?"

Or maybe not, Alastor looked like a deer. A deer wouldn't use a gun... unless...

"You want to try?"

|| In my head yes, though if you need him to be standing for some reason go ahead. :)

|| Don't worry. He did. ^^

"A-Alright, I'll get that for you right away," he said, hopping up, flustered. He headed off to the kitchen quickly, almost fleeing.

Pendleton was trying his best to be a good host, though at some point he had to stop fussing. A bit like a mother hen.

Enmu didn't need to act to please the inventor, though Pen did nod, his pretty eyes glancing down when Enmu touched his arm.