Caerule

i don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about. if you’re just gunna be an asshole, go away. [Partially the same thing as last time, and he sounds no less exasperated.] let me sleep.

[He waits for some kind of response, and when all he hears is footsteps, he decides to just listen for a while to try and figure out what the fuck you’re doing right now. Clearly you’re not leaving the room, but you don’t stop walking… He scowls.] if you’re gunna pace do it somewhere else. ‘m tired.

[He jumps out of surprise when you touch him, and then has to situate himself to actually push you off of him.] get off—! change before you get on the damn bed, dickwad! you still have shoes on, too, don’t you?! asshole! [He actually does manage to push you completely off of him easily, and sits up with a scowl aimed in your direction, and as much of a glare he can manage with his scarred face and eyes. He doesn’t bother to attempt to stay wrapped up in the blankets this time, leaving the shock collar and his torso on full display, including the scarred egret orchid design on his arm.]

[He very badly wants to pull his hand away from you aggressively, but he knows he’ll probably just get shocked if he does. So he restrains himself. It’s harder than it should be, even after this long of being here. He scowls the whole time.] at least take your damn shoes off. and put them somewhere i wont trip on them.

[They sigh, slipping their shoes off anyways. They'll move their shoes later. For now... Their touchs trails further up your arm, then circles back down to the scar.]

[At least your dirty ass shoes wont be on the sheets he sleeps in, but he’s still not too happy about your day clothes being here. It’s gross. He doesn’t know where you’ve been! But he knows arguing with you in this state is a losing battle, so he reluctantly holds his tongue and lets you touch him. If he doesn’t protest, he won’t get shocked, and you’ll leave to let him sleep sooner. Which is preferable.]

[.....They don't actually know what they're testing. They normally do this anyways, there's nothing to actually test here! Oh well, they like the feeling of your skin. They'll try to test something later.... Maybe.]

[He never gets used to it. Its always the only thing he can focus on, now that he cant use aimless watching the world around him as a distraction method. Still, he looks around at the blurry shapes that he assumes is the room out of habit, waiting for you to get bored.]

[Eventually, their hands pull away. But they rest their head on your chest. They like being able to hear your intakes of air, and the way your heart beats. It's that of a hero.]

[You can feel it as he relaxes, even if it’s reluctantly. This isn’t too bad, he doesn’t think… Even though he would rather it not be happening at all. It’s better than when you’re moving around his skin all the time, at the very least. a bit more predictable.]

[They eventually pull away with a sigh. Hero time over. They raise their arms above their head in a stretch before hopping back off the bed. Unfortunately, they should probably try and wake up from this dream.]

[He lets out a relieved sigh as he hears you leave, and immediately covers himself up with the blankets again and lays down. He closes his eye, and pretends that he’s sleeping. He doesn’t want to deal with you anymore, and if he pretends for long enough, then maybe it’ll actually happen.]

i don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about. if you’re just gunna be an asshole, go away. [Partially the same thing as last time, and he sounds no less exasperated.] let me sleep.

[He waits for some kind of response, and when all he hears is footsteps, he decides to just listen for a while to try and figure out what the fuck you’re doing right now. Clearly you’re not leaving the room, but you don’t stop walking… He scowls.] if you’re gunna pace do it somewhere else. ‘m tired.

[He jumps out of surprise when you touch him, and then has to situate himself to actually push you off of him.] get off—! change before you get on the damn bed, dickwad! you still have shoes on, too, don’t you?! asshole! [He actually does manage to push you completely off of him easily, and sits up with a scowl aimed in your direction, and as much of a glare he can manage with his scarred face and eyes. He doesn’t bother to attempt to stay wrapped up in the blankets this time, leaving the shock collar and his torso on full display, including the scarred egret orchid design on his arm.]

[He very badly wants to pull his hand away from you aggressively, but he knows he’ll probably just get shocked if he does. So he restrains himself. It’s harder than it should be, even after this long of being here. He scowls the whole time.] at least take your damn shoes off. and put them somewhere i wont trip on them.

[They sigh, slipping their shoes off anyways. They'll move their shoes later. For now... Their touchs trails further up your arm, then circles back down to the scar.]

[At least your dirty ass shoes wont be on the sheets he sleeps in, but he’s still not too happy about your day clothes being here. It’s gross. He doesn’t know where you’ve been! But he knows arguing with you in this state is a losing battle, so he reluctantly holds his tongue and lets you touch him. If he doesn’t protest, he won’t get shocked, and you’ll leave to let him sleep sooner. Which is preferable.]

[.....They don't actually know what they're testing. They normally do this anyways, there's nothing to actually test here! Oh well, they like the feeling of your skin. They'll try to test something later.... Maybe.]

[He never gets used to it. Its always the only thing he can focus on, now that he cant use aimless watching the world around him as a distraction method. Still, he looks around at the blurry shapes that he assumes is the room out of habit, waiting for you to get bored.]

[Eventually, their hands pull away. But they rest their head on your chest. They like being able to hear your intakes of air, and the way your heart beats. It's that of a hero.]

[You can feel it as he relaxes, even if it’s reluctantly. This isn’t too bad, he doesn’t think… Even though he would rather it not be happening at all. It’s better than when you’re moving around his skin all the time, at the very least. a bit more predictable.]

i don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about. if you’re just gunna be an asshole, go away. [Partially the same thing as last time, and he sounds no less exasperated.] let me sleep.

[He waits for some kind of response, and when all he hears is footsteps, he decides to just listen for a while to try and figure out what the fuck you’re doing right now. Clearly you’re not leaving the room, but you don’t stop walking… He scowls.] if you’re gunna pace do it somewhere else. ‘m tired.

[He jumps out of surprise when you touch him, and then has to situate himself to actually push you off of him.] get off—! change before you get on the damn bed, dickwad! you still have shoes on, too, don’t you?! asshole! [He actually does manage to push you completely off of him easily, and sits up with a scowl aimed in your direction, and as much of a glare he can manage with his scarred face and eyes. He doesn’t bother to attempt to stay wrapped up in the blankets this time, leaving the shock collar and his torso on full display, including the scarred egret orchid design on his arm.]

[He very badly wants to pull his hand away from you aggressively, but he knows he’ll probably just get shocked if he does. So he restrains himself. It’s harder than it should be, even after this long of being here. He scowls the whole time.] at least take your damn shoes off. and put them somewhere i wont trip on them.

[They sigh, slipping their shoes off anyways. They'll move their shoes later. For now... Their touchs trails further up your arm, then circles back down to the scar.]

[At least your dirty ass shoes wont be on the sheets he sleeps in, but he’s still not too happy about your day clothes being here. It’s gross. He doesn’t know where you’ve been! But he knows arguing with you in this state is a losing battle, so he reluctantly holds his tongue and lets you touch him. If he doesn’t protest, he won’t get shocked, and you’ll leave to let him sleep sooner. Which is preferable.]

[.....They don't actually know what they're testing. They normally do this anyways, there's nothing to actually test here! Oh well, they like the feeling of your skin. They'll try to test something later.... Maybe.]

[He never gets used to it. Its always the only thing he can focus on, now that he cant use aimless watching the world around him as a distraction method. Still, he looks around at the blurry shapes that he assumes is the room out of habit, waiting for you to get bored.]

[Eventually, their hands pull away. But they rest their head on your chest. They like being able to hear your intakes of air, and the way your heart beats. It's that of a hero.]

i don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about. if you’re just gunna be an asshole, go away. [Partially the same thing as last time, and he sounds no less exasperated.] let me sleep.

[He waits for some kind of response, and when all he hears is footsteps, he decides to just listen for a while to try and figure out what the fuck you’re doing right now. Clearly you’re not leaving the room, but you don’t stop walking… He scowls.] if you’re gunna pace do it somewhere else. ‘m tired.

[He jumps out of surprise when you touch him, and then has to situate himself to actually push you off of him.] get off—! change before you get on the damn bed, dickwad! you still have shoes on, too, don’t you?! asshole! [He actually does manage to push you completely off of him easily, and sits up with a scowl aimed in your direction, and as much of a glare he can manage with his scarred face and eyes. He doesn’t bother to attempt to stay wrapped up in the blankets this time, leaving the shock collar and his torso on full display, including the scarred egret orchid design on his arm.]

[He very badly wants to pull his hand away from you aggressively, but he knows he’ll probably just get shocked if he does. So he restrains himself. It’s harder than it should be, even after this long of being here. He scowls the whole time.] at least take your damn shoes off. and put them somewhere i wont trip on them.

[They sigh, slipping their shoes off anyways. They'll move their shoes later. For now... Their touchs trails further up your arm, then circles back down to the scar.]

[At least your dirty ass shoes wont be on the sheets he sleeps in, but he’s still not too happy about your day clothes being here. It’s gross. He doesn’t know where you’ve been! But he knows arguing with you in this state is a losing battle, so he reluctantly holds his tongue and lets you touch him. If he doesn’t protest, he won’t get shocked, and you’ll leave to let him sleep sooner. Which is preferable.]

[.....They don't actually know what they're testing. They normally do this anyways, there's nothing to actually test here! Oh well, they like the feeling of your skin. They'll try to test something later.... Maybe.]

[He never gets used to it. Its always the only thing he can focus on, now that he cant use aimless watching the world around him as a distraction method. Still, he looks around at the blurry shapes that he assumes is the room out of habit, waiting for you to get bored.]

i don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about. if you’re just gunna be an asshole, go away. [Partially the same thing as last time, and he sounds no less exasperated.] let me sleep.

[He waits for some kind of response, and when all he hears is footsteps, he decides to just listen for a while to try and figure out what the fuck you’re doing right now. Clearly you’re not leaving the room, but you don’t stop walking… He scowls.] if you’re gunna pace do it somewhere else. ‘m tired.

[He jumps out of surprise when you touch him, and then has to situate himself to actually push you off of him.] get off—! change before you get on the damn bed, dickwad! you still have shoes on, too, don’t you?! asshole! [He actually does manage to push you completely off of him easily, and sits up with a scowl aimed in your direction, and as much of a glare he can manage with his scarred face and eyes. He doesn’t bother to attempt to stay wrapped up in the blankets this time, leaving the shock collar and his torso on full display, including the scarred egret orchid design on his arm.]

[He very badly wants to pull his hand away from you aggressively, but he knows he’ll probably just get shocked if he does. So he restrains himself. It’s harder than it should be, even after this long of being here. He scowls the whole time.] at least take your damn shoes off. and put them somewhere i wont trip on them.

[They sigh, slipping their shoes off anyways. They'll move their shoes later. For now... Their touchs trails further up your arm, then circles back down to the scar.]

[At least your dirty ass shoes wont be on the sheets he sleeps in, but he’s still not too happy about your day clothes being here. It’s gross. He doesn’t know where you’ve been! But he knows arguing with you in this state is a losing battle, so he reluctantly holds his tongue and lets you touch him. If he doesn’t protest, he won’t get shocked, and you’ll leave to let him sleep sooner. Which is preferable.]

[.....They don't actually know what they're testing. They normally do this anyways, there's nothing to actually test here! Oh well, they like the feeling of your skin. They'll try to test something later.... Maybe.]

[He never gets used to it. Its always the only thing he can focus on, now that he cant use aimless watching the world around him as a distraction method. Still, he looks around at the blurry shapes that he assumes is the room out of habit, waiting for you to get bored.]

i don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about. if you’re just gunna be an asshole, go away. [Partially the same thing as last time, and he sounds no less exasperated.] let me sleep.

[He waits for some kind of response, and when all he hears is footsteps, he decides to just listen for a while to try and figure out what the fuck you’re doing right now. Clearly you’re not leaving the room, but you don’t stop walking… He scowls.] if you’re gunna pace do it somewhere else. ‘m tired.

[He jumps out of surprise when you touch him, and then has to situate himself to actually push you off of him.] get off—! change before you get on the damn bed, dickwad! you still have shoes on, too, don’t you?! asshole! [He actually does manage to push you completely off of him easily, and sits up with a scowl aimed in your direction, and as much of a glare he can manage with his scarred face and eyes. He doesn’t bother to attempt to stay wrapped up in the blankets this time, leaving the shock collar and his torso on full display, including the scarred egret orchid design on his arm.]

[He very badly wants to pull his hand away from you aggressively, but he knows he’ll probably just get shocked if he does. So he restrains himself. It’s harder than it should be, even after this long of being here. He scowls the whole time.] at least take your damn shoes off. and put them somewhere i wont trip on them.

[They sigh, slipping their shoes off anyways. They'll move their shoes later. For now... Their touchs trails further up your arm, then circles back down to the scar.]

[At least your dirty ass shoes wont be on the sheets he sleeps in, but he’s still not too happy about your day clothes being here. It’s gross. He doesn’t know where you’ve been! But he knows arguing with you in this state is a losing battle, so he reluctantly holds his tongue and lets you touch him. If he doesn’t protest, he won’t get shocked, and you’ll leave to let him sleep sooner. Which is preferable.]

[.....They don't actually know what they're testing. They normally do this anyways, there's nothing to actually test here! Oh well, they like the feeling of your skin. They'll try to test something later.... Maybe.]

[He never gets used to it. Its always the only thing he can focus on, now that he cant use aimless watching the world around him as a distraction method. Still, he looks around at the blurry shapes that he assumes is the room out of habit, waiting for you to get bored.]

i don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about. if you’re just gunna be an asshole, go away. [Partially the same thing as last time, and he sounds no less exasperated.] let me sleep.

[He waits for some kind of response, and when all he hears is footsteps, he decides to just listen for a while to try and figure out what the fuck you’re doing right now. Clearly you’re not leaving the room, but you don’t stop walking… He scowls.] if you’re gunna pace do it somewhere else. ‘m tired.

[He jumps out of surprise when you touch him, and then has to situate himself to actually push you off of him.] get off—! change before you get on the damn bed, dickwad! you still have shoes on, too, don’t you?! asshole! [He actually does manage to push you completely off of him easily, and sits up with a scowl aimed in your direction, and as much of a glare he can manage with his scarred face and eyes. He doesn’t bother to attempt to stay wrapped up in the blankets this time, leaving the shock collar and his torso on full display, including the scarred egret orchid design on his arm.]

[He very badly wants to pull his hand away from you aggressively, but he knows he’ll probably just get shocked if he does. So he restrains himself. It’s harder than it should be, even after this long of being here. He scowls the whole time.] at least take your damn shoes off. and put them somewhere i wont trip on them.

[They sigh, slipping their shoes off anyways. They'll move their shoes later. For now... Their touchs trails further up your arm, then circles back down to the scar.]

[At least your dirty ass shoes wont be on the sheets he sleeps in, but he’s still not too happy about your day clothes being here. It’s gross. He doesn’t know where you’ve been! But he knows arguing with you in this state is a losing battle, so he reluctantly holds his tongue and lets you touch him. If he doesn’t protest, he won’t get shocked, and you’ll leave to let him sleep sooner. Which is preferable.]

[.....They don't actually know what they're testing. They normally do this anyways, there's nothing to actually test here! Oh well, they like the feeling of your skin. They'll try to test something later.... Maybe.]

[He never gets used to it. Its always the only thing he can focus on, now that he cant use aimless watching the world around him as a distraction method. Still, he looks around at the blurry shapes that he assumes is the room out of habit, waiting for you to get bored.]

i don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about. if you’re just gunna be an asshole, go away. [Partially the same thing as last time, and he sounds no less exasperated.] let me sleep.

[He waits for some kind of response, and when all he hears is footsteps, he decides to just listen for a while to try and figure out what the fuck you’re doing right now. Clearly you’re not leaving the room, but you don’t stop walking… He scowls.] if you’re gunna pace do it somewhere else. ‘m tired.

[He jumps out of surprise when you touch him, and then has to situate himself to actually push you off of him.] get off—! change before you get on the damn bed, dickwad! you still have shoes on, too, don’t you?! asshole! [He actually does manage to push you completely off of him easily, and sits up with a scowl aimed in your direction, and as much of a glare he can manage with his scarred face and eyes. He doesn’t bother to attempt to stay wrapped up in the blankets this time, leaving the shock collar and his torso on full display, including the scarred egret orchid design on his arm.]

[He very badly wants to pull his hand away from you aggressively, but he knows he’ll probably just get shocked if he does. So he restrains himself. It’s harder than it should be, even after this long of being here. He scowls the whole time.] at least take your damn shoes off. and put them somewhere i wont trip on them.

[They sigh, slipping their shoes off anyways. They'll move their shoes later. For now... Their touchs trails further up your arm, then circles back down to the scar.]

[At least your dirty ass shoes wont be on the sheets he sleeps in, but he’s still not too happy about your day clothes being here. It’s gross. He doesn’t know where you’ve been! But he knows arguing with you in this state is a losing battle, so he reluctantly holds his tongue and lets you touch him. If he doesn’t protest, he won’t get shocked, and you’ll leave to let him sleep sooner. Which is preferable.]

i don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about. if you’re just gunna be an asshole, go away. [Partially the same thing as last time, and he sounds no less exasperated.] let me sleep.

[He waits for some kind of response, and when all he hears is footsteps, he decides to just listen for a while to try and figure out what the fuck you’re doing right now. Clearly you’re not leaving the room, but you don’t stop walking… He scowls.] if you’re gunna pace do it somewhere else. ‘m tired.

[He jumps out of surprise when you touch him, and then has to situate himself to actually push you off of him.] get off—! change before you get on the damn bed, dickwad! you still have shoes on, too, don’t you?! asshole! [He actually does manage to push you completely off of him easily, and sits up with a scowl aimed in your direction, and as much of a glare he can manage with his scarred face and eyes. He doesn’t bother to attempt to stay wrapped up in the blankets this time, leaving the shock collar and his torso on full display, including the scarred egret orchid design on his arm.]

[He very badly wants to pull his hand away from you aggressively, but he knows he’ll probably just get shocked if he does. So he restrains himself. It’s harder than it should be, even after this long of being here. He scowls the whole time.] at least take your damn shoes off. and put them somewhere i wont trip on them.

i don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about. if you’re just gunna be an asshole, go away. [Partially the same thing as last time, and he sounds no less exasperated.] let me sleep.

[He waits for some kind of response, and when all he hears is footsteps, he decides to just listen for a while to try and figure out what the fuck you’re doing right now. Clearly you’re not leaving the room, but you don’t stop walking… He scowls.] if you’re gunna pace do it somewhere else. ‘m tired.

[He jumps out of surprise when you touch him, and then has to situate himself to actually push you off of him.] get off—! change before you get on the damn bed, dickwad! you still have shoes on, too, don’t you?! asshole! [He actually does manage to push you completely off of him easily, and sits up with a scowl aimed in your direction, and as much of a glare he can manage with his scarred face and eyes. He doesn’t bother to attempt to stay wrapped up in the blankets this time, leaving the shock collar and his torso on full display, including the scarred egret orchid design on his arm.]

i don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about. if you’re just gunna be an asshole, go away. [Partially the same thing as last time, and he sounds no less exasperated.] let me sleep.

[He waits for some kind of response, and when all he hears is footsteps, he decides to just listen for a while to try and figure out what the fuck you’re doing right now. Clearly you’re not leaving the room, but you don’t stop walking… He scowls.] if you’re gunna pace do it somewhere else. ‘m tired.

i don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about. if you’re just gunna be an asshole, go away. [Partially the same thing as last time, and he sounds no less exasperated.] let me sleep.

[He waits for some kind of response, and when all he hears is footsteps, he decides to just listen for a while to try and figure out what the fuck you’re doing right now. Clearly you’re not leaving the room, but you don’t stop walking… He scowls.] if you’re gunna pace do it somewhere else. ‘m tired.

i don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about. if you’re just gunna be an asshole, go away. [Partially the same thing as last time, and he sounds no less exasperated.] let me sleep.

[He waits for some kind of response, and when all he hears is footsteps, he decides to just listen for a while to try and figure out what the fuck you’re doing right now. Clearly you’re not leaving the room, but you don’t stop walking… He scowls.] if you’re gunna pace do it somewhere else. ‘m tired.

i don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about. if you’re just gunna be an asshole, go away. [Partially the same thing as last time, and he sounds no less exasperated.] let me sleep.

[If he had sight, he would be glaring at you suspiciously. Instead, he imagines himself doing it.] if you’re jus’ gunna be an asshole today, let me sleep… [He covers himself more with the blanket.]

[…What the actual fuck are you talking about?] …seriously if you’re just gunna be an asshole, go away.

[This is just getting annoying. He lets his anger flare.] go away, scout. i don’t want to deal with this bullshit today.

no. have you fucking lost it? [Why are you still here, anyway?] if you’re gunna play mind games today, then just give me a few more hours… [He doesn’t want to deal with whatever stupid shit you have planned out right now.]

be weird somewhere else! fuck… [He tries to hide further into the covers. He just wants to sleep. Sure, he wasn’t doing much of that in the first place, but it’s not like you have to know everything!]

[He audibly sighs. At least you sleeping means you wont be talking to him.] better not be in bed with fuckin’ day clothes on.. [If you are, he’ll have to kick you out. Again.]

[He scowls, and reaches behind him where he knows you are, and—] go fucking change, i’m not sleeping in the same bed as you if you’re wearing that. [After a second of checking your clothes, he turns back over.] i will kick you.

[Again, he reaches behind you, hand landing on your arm. Once he’s satisfied, he turns back around again.] yeah. sure. go to sleep.

[They shimmy close to you and wrap their arms around you. Their head buries into your neck. You're good to cuddle with. Very warm, small, and comfortable.]

[You can feel him tense. He’s never liked it when you do this, but it just keeps happening more and more often. It doesn’t seem like he’ll be sleeping like this, either. Despite how long he spends in this bed, he rarely ever actually sleeps.]