Binary-Wings

Alaise sat uncomfortably, her hands clasped in her lap, eyes guiltily flicking between the forms of the two men in her company. The older man was presently sprawled unconscious on the musty, overstuffed pillow they let the neighborhood stray use on stormy nights. The red-head sat across from her. His chestnut eyes roamed the room critically with deep suspicion, which only heightened when they looked at Alaise. She felt as though she were under deep scrutiny, but she was used to that. Alaise supposed she shouldn't feel it was about her appearance, either, for there was no suspicious mystery behind two people of different races coming together