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OOC Intro Post
Well, say hello to Scout (they/them), a completely normal Hylian that definitely isn't part frog and definitely isn't obsessive about heroes.
Aaaaand I already don't know what else to add.
They're probably wherever Caerule (older Blue) is. It's not like he could go anywhere alone, anyways!
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LOOP 2 ~~~ âscout? you better keep the damn lights off..
[Again, heâs right in the middle of the exact same sentence as he was the last time.]
[Its the exact same thing.]
[Again.]
-@actual-blue-link
....the fuck?
[Sleeping was supposed to make this stop! Not.... Keep going anyways! They're so confused. Maybe they had just expereinced a dream with a dream inside it! A weird explanation, but there has no be something going on.]
[If he could glare at you, he would be.] if youâre jusâ gunna be an asshole today, let me sleepâŚ
[His response is the exact same as last time. The exact same, down to the tone used.]
[This is unnatural. This is weird and they really don't like it!]
Why are ya sayin' the same things I've already heard?
[They're so confused. As unhelpful as you'll probably be, they have to ask. They have to try and figure this out. It could all just be fake, too. That's a possibility.]
i donât know what the fuck youâre talking about. if youâre just gunna be an asshole, go away. [Partially the same thing as last time, and he sounds no less exasperated.] let me sleep.
[Okay. So. They should've expected that you would be unhelpful. They start absentmindedly pacing around the room.]
[You're saying the same things as before. They fell asleep and ended up back here. The first time, they stepped out the door and ended up back here. It's very possible this is just some weird dream. Or they just got out of the dream! ....But then there's the ticking.]
[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 youâre doing right now. Clearly youâre not leaving the room, but you donât stop walking⌠He scowls.] if youâre gunna pace do it somewhere else. âm tired.
[Eventually they stop pacing with a sigh. If this keeps going, they're going to lose their mind trying to figure out what's going on. Maybe they can just hope things will be normal again.]
[They don't actually leave.]
[Heâs still able to tell that youâre here, but at least he doesnât have to deal with the sounds of you wandering aimlessly around the room. He huffs in annoyance.]
[While he doesnât say anything about your continued presence, the feeling of possibly being watched makes his skin crawl.]
[They stay silent for a long time. At first, they don't stare at you. They just stare at the floor for a while. They try to think but nothing comes to mind. There's no explanation for this. Or maybe there is! They just haven't figured it out yet. And Blue is of no help.]
[Their eyes shift to you. Blue. That's right! Their little hero, who's not being much of a hero right now. But that's okay! Their eyes trail up and down your figure, though mostly obscured by blankets, with a smile. As long as they're in this weird situation...]
[They need to figure things out first.]
[He curls into himself a bit. Why are you just silently watching him? He⌠doesnât even know youâre doing that for sure, but it feels like it.]
[Theres no idea whatsoever on what you could be doing in his mind. Youâre probably just being a creepy asshole again. He really should be used to this shit by now.]
[They suddenly climb onto the bed, and go straight to laying on top of you. They might as well, if this weird dream will just repeat again.]
[Their shoes are still on and everything.]
[He jumps out of surprise when you touch him, and then has to situate himself to actually push you off of him.] get offâ! change before you get on the damn bed, dickwad! you still have shoes on, too, donât 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 doesnât 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.]
[Instead of getting off the bed, they just get closer to you again. They grab your arm, tracing over the scar.]
I can do what I want, hun.
[They really did do a good job with that egret orchid! Hard work paid off. It scarred very nicely!]
[He very badly wants to pull his hand away from you aggressively, but he knows heâll probably just get shocked if he does. So he restrains himself. Itâs 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 heâs still not too happy about your day clothes being here. Itâs gross. He doesnât know where youâve 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 doesnât protest, he wonât get shocked, and youâll 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.]
[They linger for a long time. Hands trail across your arms, then move to your chest, then your legs. They love having the privilege of being able to touch you whenever they like. And you have no choice but to let it happen.]
[For a little while, their weird dream situation is pushed to the back of their mind.]
[Every second your touch lingers on his skin, he gets tenser. His skin itches. He feels gross. And he wants you to stop so he can force himself asleep and forget about all the times youâve touched him like this.]
[Itâs especially bad when you get to his legs. Heâs only wearing shorts, so that makes skin-to-skin contact a must. He canât help but try to shift away from you. Theres always been that fear that youâll go further than this, and he doesnât want to do that with anyone. Especially not you.]
[It's annoying when you move around, but they understand. You're still not used to this, and they don't mind moving with you. Their hands never drift upwards. It doesn't ever occur to them that they can do that.]
[It's not something they ever want to do, anyways.]
[His grip on the sheets is probably tight enough to tear skin were he grabbing you instead, which he wishes he could. But then he would just rot in this house. He canât find or prepare his own food, he can barely manage to feed himselfâŚ]
[But he wishes he could just kill you already.] âŚare you done yet?
Patience, bub. Patience.
[For that remark alone, they've decided they're going to stay here longer. Just because they can. Their hands roam. Up your back, back down to your legs.]
[Huh, maybe they should pick their book back up soon. Not right now, though. They would like to stay here.]
[He visibly shivers when you run your hands over his back, and arches away from your touch almost involuntarily. Again, he tries to squirm away from you, but just ends up further against his pillow.]
[He almost wishes someone would rescue him from this torment, but he knows thats not how hero work goes. He just needs a chance to save himself.]
[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.]
[His breathing is definitely faster than it should be, more uneven.]
[But⌠The weight on his chest seems to calm him somewhat.]
[He hates it.]
[They stay there for a long time. The steady beat of your heart keeps them from thinking about everything weird recently.]
[....This all feels real. You feel real.]
[They don't want to think about it too much.]
[You can feel it as he relaxes, even if itâs reluctantly. This isnât too bad, he doesnât think⌠Even though he would rather it not be happening at all. Itâs better than when youâre 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 heâs sleeping. He doesnât want to deal with you anymore, and if he pretends for long enough, then maybe itâll actually happen.]
[Once they leave their room, they're left pacing back and forth again. They really do need to figure out why they're in a weird dream. Maybe trying to wake up will fix it.]
[They pinch themselves and- ow, okay. That did not work.]
LOOP 2 ~~~ âscout? you better keep the damn lights off..
[Again, heâs right in the middle of the exact same sentence as he was the last time.]
[Its the exact same thing.]
[Again.]
-@actual-blue-link
....the fuck?
[Sleeping was supposed to make this stop! Not.... Keep going anyways! They're so confused. Maybe they had just expereinced a dream with a dream inside it! A weird explanation, but there has no be something going on.]
[If he could glare at you, he would be.] if youâre jusâ gunna be an asshole today, let me sleepâŚ
[His response is the exact same as last time. The exact same, down to the tone used.]
[This is unnatural. This is weird and they really don't like it!]
Why are ya sayin' the same things I've already heard?
[They're so confused. As unhelpful as you'll probably be, they have to ask. They have to try and figure this out. It could all just be fake, too. That's a possibility.]
i donât know what the fuck youâre talking about. if youâre just gunna be an asshole, go away. [Partially the same thing as last time, and he sounds no less exasperated.] let me sleep.
[Okay. So. They should've expected that you would be unhelpful. They start absentmindedly pacing around the room.]
[You're saying the same things as before. They fell asleep and ended up back here. The first time, they stepped out the door and ended up back here. It's very possible this is just some weird dream. Or they just got out of the dream! ....But then there's the ticking.]
[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 youâre doing right now. Clearly youâre not leaving the room, but you donât stop walking⌠He scowls.] if youâre gunna pace do it somewhere else. âm tired.
[Eventually they stop pacing with a sigh. If this keeps going, they're going to lose their mind trying to figure out what's going on. Maybe they can just hope things will be normal again.]
[They don't actually leave.]
[Heâs still able to tell that youâre here, but at least he doesnât have to deal with the sounds of you wandering aimlessly around the room. He huffs in annoyance.]
[While he doesnât say anything about your continued presence, the feeling of possibly being watched makes his skin crawl.]
[They stay silent for a long time. At first, they don't stare at you. They just stare at the floor for a while. They try to think but nothing comes to mind. There's no explanation for this. Or maybe there is! They just haven't figured it out yet. And Blue is of no help.]
[Their eyes shift to you. Blue. That's right! Their little hero, who's not being much of a hero right now. But that's okay! Their eyes trail up and down your figure, though mostly obscured by blankets, with a smile. As long as they're in this weird situation...]
[They need to figure things out first.]
[He curls into himself a bit. Why are you just silently watching him? He⌠doesnât even know youâre doing that for sure, but it feels like it.]
[Theres no idea whatsoever on what you could be doing in his mind. Youâre probably just being a creepy asshole again. He really should be used to this shit by now.]
[They suddenly climb onto the bed, and go straight to laying on top of you. They might as well, if this weird dream will just repeat again.]
[Their shoes are still on and everything.]
[He jumps out of surprise when you touch him, and then has to situate himself to actually push you off of him.] get offâ! change before you get on the damn bed, dickwad! you still have shoes on, too, donât 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 doesnât 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.]
[Instead of getting off the bed, they just get closer to you again. They grab your arm, tracing over the scar.]
I can do what I want, hun.
[They really did do a good job with that egret orchid! Hard work paid off. It scarred very nicely!]
[He very badly wants to pull his hand away from you aggressively, but he knows heâll probably just get shocked if he does. So he restrains himself. Itâs 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 heâs still not too happy about your day clothes being here. Itâs gross. He doesnât know where youâve 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 doesnât protest, he wonât get shocked, and youâll 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.]
[They linger for a long time. Hands trail across your arms, then move to your chest, then your legs. They love having the privilege of being able to touch you whenever they like. And you have no choice but to let it happen.]
[For a little while, their weird dream situation is pushed to the back of their mind.]
[Every second your touch lingers on his skin, he gets tenser. His skin itches. He feels gross. And he wants you to stop so he can force himself asleep and forget about all the times youâve touched him like this.]
[Itâs especially bad when you get to his legs. Heâs only wearing shorts, so that makes skin-to-skin contact a must. He canât help but try to shift away from you. Theres always been that fear that youâll go further than this, and he doesnât want to do that with anyone. Especially not you.]
[It's annoying when you move around, but they understand. You're still not used to this, and they don't mind moving with you. Their hands never drift upwards. It doesn't ever occur to them that they can do that.]
[It's not something they ever want to do, anyways.]
[His grip on the sheets is probably tight enough to tear skin were he grabbing you instead, which he wishes he could. But then he would just rot in this house. He canât find or prepare his own food, he can barely manage to feed himselfâŚ]
[But he wishes he could just kill you already.] âŚare you done yet?
Patience, bub. Patience.
[For that remark alone, they've decided they're going to stay here longer. Just because they can. Their hands roam. Up your back, back down to your legs.]
[Huh, maybe they should pick their book back up soon. Not right now, though. They would like to stay here.]
[He visibly shivers when you run your hands over his back, and arches away from your touch almost involuntarily. Again, he tries to squirm away from you, but just ends up further against his pillow.]
[He almost wishes someone would rescue him from this torment, but he knows thats not how hero work goes. He just needs a chance to save himself.]
[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.]
[His breathing is definitely faster than it should be, more uneven.]
[But⌠The weight on his chest seems to calm him somewhat.]
[He hates it.]
[They stay there for a long time. The steady beat of your heart keeps them from thinking about everything weird recently.]
[....This all feels real. You feel real.]
[They don't want to think about it too much.]
[You can feel it as he relaxes, even if itâs reluctantly. This isnât too bad, he doesnât think⌠Even though he would rather it not be happening at all. Itâs better than when youâre 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.]
LOOP 2 ~~~ âscout? you better keep the damn lights off..
[Again, heâs right in the middle of the exact same sentence as he was the last time.]
[Its the exact same thing.]
[Again.]
-@actual-blue-link
....the fuck?
[Sleeping was supposed to make this stop! Not.... Keep going anyways! They're so confused. Maybe they had just expereinced a dream with a dream inside it! A weird explanation, but there has no be something going on.]
[If he could glare at you, he would be.] if youâre jusâ gunna be an asshole today, let me sleepâŚ
[His response is the exact same as last time. The exact same, down to the tone used.]
[This is unnatural. This is weird and they really don't like it!]
Why are ya sayin' the same things I've already heard?
[They're so confused. As unhelpful as you'll probably be, they have to ask. They have to try and figure this out. It could all just be fake, too. That's a possibility.]
i donât know what the fuck youâre talking about. if youâre just gunna be an asshole, go away. [Partially the same thing as last time, and he sounds no less exasperated.] let me sleep.
[Okay. So. They should've expected that you would be unhelpful. They start absentmindedly pacing around the room.]
[You're saying the same things as before. They fell asleep and ended up back here. The first time, they stepped out the door and ended up back here. It's very possible this is just some weird dream. Or they just got out of the dream! ....But then there's the ticking.]
[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 youâre doing right now. Clearly youâre not leaving the room, but you donât stop walking⌠He scowls.] if youâre gunna pace do it somewhere else. âm tired.
[Eventually they stop pacing with a sigh. If this keeps going, they're going to lose their mind trying to figure out what's going on. Maybe they can just hope things will be normal again.]
[They don't actually leave.]
[Heâs still able to tell that youâre here, but at least he doesnât have to deal with the sounds of you wandering aimlessly around the room. He huffs in annoyance.]
[While he doesnât say anything about your continued presence, the feeling of possibly being watched makes his skin crawl.]
[They stay silent for a long time. At first, they don't stare at you. They just stare at the floor for a while. They try to think but nothing comes to mind. There's no explanation for this. Or maybe there is! They just haven't figured it out yet. And Blue is of no help.]
[Their eyes shift to you. Blue. That's right! Their little hero, who's not being much of a hero right now. But that's okay! Their eyes trail up and down your figure, though mostly obscured by blankets, with a smile. As long as they're in this weird situation...]
[They need to figure things out first.]
[He curls into himself a bit. Why are you just silently watching him? He⌠doesnât even know youâre doing that for sure, but it feels like it.]
[Theres no idea whatsoever on what you could be doing in his mind. Youâre probably just being a creepy asshole again. He really should be used to this shit by now.]
[They suddenly climb onto the bed, and go straight to laying on top of you. They might as well, if this weird dream will just repeat again.]
[Their shoes are still on and everything.]
[He jumps out of surprise when you touch him, and then has to situate himself to actually push you off of him.] get offâ! change before you get on the damn bed, dickwad! you still have shoes on, too, donât 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 doesnât 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.]
[Instead of getting off the bed, they just get closer to you again. They grab your arm, tracing over the scar.]
I can do what I want, hun.
[They really did do a good job with that egret orchid! Hard work paid off. It scarred very nicely!]
[He very badly wants to pull his hand away from you aggressively, but he knows heâll probably just get shocked if he does. So he restrains himself. Itâs 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 heâs still not too happy about your day clothes being here. Itâs gross. He doesnât know where youâve 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 doesnât protest, he wonât get shocked, and youâll 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.]
[They linger for a long time. Hands trail across your arms, then move to your chest, then your legs. They love having the privilege of being able to touch you whenever they like. And you have no choice but to let it happen.]
[For a little while, their weird dream situation is pushed to the back of their mind.]
[Every second your touch lingers on his skin, he gets tenser. His skin itches. He feels gross. And he wants you to stop so he can force himself asleep and forget about all the times youâve touched him like this.]
[Itâs especially bad when you get to his legs. Heâs only wearing shorts, so that makes skin-to-skin contact a must. He canât help but try to shift away from you. Theres always been that fear that youâll go further than this, and he doesnât want to do that with anyone. Especially not you.]
[It's annoying when you move around, but they understand. You're still not used to this, and they don't mind moving with you. Their hands never drift upwards. It doesn't ever occur to them that they can do that.]
[It's not something they ever want to do, anyways.]
[His grip on the sheets is probably tight enough to tear skin were he grabbing you instead, which he wishes he could. But then he would just rot in this house. He canât find or prepare his own food, he can barely manage to feed himselfâŚ]
[But he wishes he could just kill you already.] âŚare you done yet?
Patience, bub. Patience.
[For that remark alone, they've decided they're going to stay here longer. Just because they can. Their hands roam. Up your back, back down to your legs.]
[Huh, maybe they should pick their book back up soon. Not right now, though. They would like to stay here.]
[He visibly shivers when you run your hands over his back, and arches away from your touch almost involuntarily. Again, he tries to squirm away from you, but just ends up further against his pillow.]
[He almost wishes someone would rescue him from this torment, but he knows thats not how hero work goes. He just needs a chance to save himself.]
[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.]
[His breathing is definitely faster than it should be, more uneven.]
[But⌠The weight on his chest seems to calm him somewhat.]
[He hates it.]
[They stay there for a long time. The steady beat of your heart keeps them from thinking about everything weird recently.]
[....This all feels real. You feel real.]
[They don't want to think about it too much.]
LOOP 2 ~~~ âscout? you better keep the damn lights off..
[Again, heâs right in the middle of the exact same sentence as he was the last time.]
[Its the exact same thing.]
[Again.]
-@actual-blue-link
....the fuck?
[Sleeping was supposed to make this stop! Not.... Keep going anyways! They're so confused. Maybe they had just expereinced a dream with a dream inside it! A weird explanation, but there has no be something going on.]
[If he could glare at you, he would be.] if youâre jusâ gunna be an asshole today, let me sleepâŚ
[His response is the exact same as last time. The exact same, down to the tone used.]
[This is unnatural. This is weird and they really don't like it!]
Why are ya sayin' the same things I've already heard?
[They're so confused. As unhelpful as you'll probably be, they have to ask. They have to try and figure this out. It could all just be fake, too. That's a possibility.]
i donât know what the fuck youâre talking about. if youâre just gunna be an asshole, go away. [Partially the same thing as last time, and he sounds no less exasperated.] let me sleep.
[Okay. So. They should've expected that you would be unhelpful. They start absentmindedly pacing around the room.]
[You're saying the same things as before. They fell asleep and ended up back here. The first time, they stepped out the door and ended up back here. It's very possible this is just some weird dream. Or they just got out of the dream! ....But then there's the ticking.]
[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 youâre doing right now. Clearly youâre not leaving the room, but you donât stop walking⌠He scowls.] if youâre gunna pace do it somewhere else. âm tired.
[Eventually they stop pacing with a sigh. If this keeps going, they're going to lose their mind trying to figure out what's going on. Maybe they can just hope things will be normal again.]
[They don't actually leave.]
[Heâs still able to tell that youâre here, but at least he doesnât have to deal with the sounds of you wandering aimlessly around the room. He huffs in annoyance.]
[While he doesnât say anything about your continued presence, the feeling of possibly being watched makes his skin crawl.]
[They stay silent for a long time. At first, they don't stare at you. They just stare at the floor for a while. They try to think but nothing comes to mind. There's no explanation for this. Or maybe there is! They just haven't figured it out yet. And Blue is of no help.]
[Their eyes shift to you. Blue. That's right! Their little hero, who's not being much of a hero right now. But that's okay! Their eyes trail up and down your figure, though mostly obscured by blankets, with a smile. As long as they're in this weird situation...]
[They need to figure things out first.]
[He curls into himself a bit. Why are you just silently watching him? He⌠doesnât even know youâre doing that for sure, but it feels like it.]
[Theres no idea whatsoever on what you could be doing in his mind. Youâre probably just being a creepy asshole again. He really should be used to this shit by now.]
[They suddenly climb onto the bed, and go straight to laying on top of you. They might as well, if this weird dream will just repeat again.]
[Their shoes are still on and everything.]
[He jumps out of surprise when you touch him, and then has to situate himself to actually push you off of him.] get offâ! change before you get on the damn bed, dickwad! you still have shoes on, too, donât 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 doesnât 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.]
[Instead of getting off the bed, they just get closer to you again. They grab your arm, tracing over the scar.]
I can do what I want, hun.
[They really did do a good job with that egret orchid! Hard work paid off. It scarred very nicely!]
[He very badly wants to pull his hand away from you aggressively, but he knows heâll probably just get shocked if he does. So he restrains himself. Itâs 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 heâs still not too happy about your day clothes being here. Itâs gross. He doesnât know where youâve 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 doesnât protest, he wonât get shocked, and youâll 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.]
[They linger for a long time. Hands trail across your arms, then move to your chest, then your legs. They love having the privilege of being able to touch you whenever they like. And you have no choice but to let it happen.]
[For a little while, their weird dream situation is pushed to the back of their mind.]
[Every second your touch lingers on his skin, he gets tenser. His skin itches. He feels gross. And he wants you to stop so he can force himself asleep and forget about all the times youâve touched him like this.]
[Itâs especially bad when you get to his legs. Heâs only wearing shorts, so that makes skin-to-skin contact a must. He canât help but try to shift away from you. Theres always been that fear that youâll go further than this, and he doesnât want to do that with anyone. Especially not you.]
[It's annoying when you move around, but they understand. You're still not used to this, and they don't mind moving with you. Their hands never drift upwards. It doesn't ever occur to them that they can do that.]
[It's not something they ever want to do, anyways.]
[His grip on the sheets is probably tight enough to tear skin were he grabbing you instead, which he wishes he could. But then he would just rot in this house. He canât find or prepare his own food, he can barely manage to feed himselfâŚ]
[But he wishes he could just kill you already.] âŚare you done yet?
Patience, bub. Patience.
[For that remark alone, they've decided they're going to stay here longer. Just because they can. Their hands roam. Up your back, back down to your legs.]
[Huh, maybe they should pick their book back up soon. Not right now, though. They would like to stay here.]
[He visibly shivers when you run your hands over his back, and arches away from your touch almost involuntarily. Again, he tries to squirm away from you, but just ends up further against his pillow.]
[He almost wishes someone would rescue him from this torment, but he knows thats not how hero work goes. He just needs a chance to save himself.]
[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.]
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LOOP 2 ~~~ âscout? you better keep the damn lights off..
[Again, heâs right in the middle of the exact same sentence as he was the last time.]
[Its the exact same thing.]
[Again.]
-@actual-blue-link
....the fuck?
[Sleeping was supposed to make this stop! Not.... Keep going anyways! They're so confused. Maybe they had just expereinced a dream with a dream inside it! A weird explanation, but there has no be something going on.]
[If he could glare at you, he would be.] if youâre jusâ gunna be an asshole today, let me sleepâŚ
[His response is the exact same as last time. The exact same, down to the tone used.]
[This is unnatural. This is weird and they really don't like it!]
Why are ya sayin' the same things I've already heard?
[They're so confused. As unhelpful as you'll probably be, they have to ask. They have to try and figure this out. It could all just be fake, too. That's a possibility.]
i donât know what the fuck youâre talking about. if youâre just gunna be an asshole, go away. [Partially the same thing as last time, and he sounds no less exasperated.] let me sleep.
[Okay. So. They should've expected that you would be unhelpful. They start absentmindedly pacing around the room.]
[You're saying the same things as before. They fell asleep and ended up back here. The first time, they stepped out the door and ended up back here. It's very possible this is just some weird dream. Or they just got out of the dream! ....But then there's the ticking.]
[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 youâre doing right now. Clearly youâre not leaving the room, but you donât stop walking⌠He scowls.] if youâre gunna pace do it somewhere else. âm tired.
[Eventually they stop pacing with a sigh. If this keeps going, they're going to lose their mind trying to figure out what's going on. Maybe they can just hope things will be normal again.]
[They don't actually leave.]
[Heâs still able to tell that youâre here, but at least he doesnât have to deal with the sounds of you wandering aimlessly around the room. He huffs in annoyance.]
[While he doesnât say anything about your continued presence, the feeling of possibly being watched makes his skin crawl.]
[They stay silent for a long time. At first, they don't stare at you. They just stare at the floor for a while. They try to think but nothing comes to mind. There's no explanation for this. Or maybe there is! They just haven't figured it out yet. And Blue is of no help.]
[Their eyes shift to you. Blue. That's right! Their little hero, who's not being much of a hero right now. But that's okay! Their eyes trail up and down your figure, though mostly obscured by blankets, with a smile. As long as they're in this weird situation...]
[They need to figure things out first.]
[He curls into himself a bit. Why are you just silently watching him? He⌠doesnât even know youâre doing that for sure, but it feels like it.]
[Theres no idea whatsoever on what you could be doing in his mind. Youâre probably just being a creepy asshole again. He really should be used to this shit by now.]
[They suddenly climb onto the bed, and go straight to laying on top of you. They might as well, if this weird dream will just repeat again.]
[Their shoes are still on and everything.]
[He jumps out of surprise when you touch him, and then has to situate himself to actually push you off of him.] get offâ! change before you get on the damn bed, dickwad! you still have shoes on, too, donât 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 doesnât 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.]
[Instead of getting off the bed, they just get closer to you again. They grab your arm, tracing over the scar.]
I can do what I want, hun.
[They really did do a good job with that egret orchid! Hard work paid off. It scarred very nicely!]
[He very badly wants to pull his hand away from you aggressively, but he knows heâll probably just get shocked if he does. So he restrains himself. Itâs 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 heâs still not too happy about your day clothes being here. Itâs gross. He doesnât know where youâve 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 doesnât protest, he wonât get shocked, and youâll 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.]
[They linger for a long time. Hands trail across your arms, then move to your chest, then your legs. They love having the privilege of being able to touch you whenever they like. And you have no choice but to let it happen.]
[For a little while, their weird dream situation is pushed to the back of their mind.]
[Every second your touch lingers on his skin, he gets tenser. His skin itches. He feels gross. And he wants you to stop so he can force himself asleep and forget about all the times youâve touched him like this.]
[Itâs especially bad when you get to his legs. Heâs only wearing shorts, so that makes skin-to-skin contact a must. He canât help but try to shift away from you. Theres always been that fear that youâll go further than this, and he doesnât want to do that with anyone. Especially not you.]
[It's annoying when you move around, but they understand. You're still not used to this, and they don't mind moving with you. Their hands never drift upwards. It doesn't ever occur to them that they can do that.]
[It's not something they ever want to do, anyways.]
[His grip on the sheets is probably tight enough to tear skin were he grabbing you instead, which he wishes he could. But then he would just rot in this house. He canât find or prepare his own food, he can barely manage to feed himselfâŚ]
[But he wishes he could just kill you already.] âŚare you done yet?
Patience, bub. Patience.
[For that remark alone, they've decided they're going to stay here longer. Just because they can. Their hands roam. Up your back, back down to your legs.]
[Huh, maybe they should pick their book back up soon. Not right now, though. They would like to stay here.]
LOOP 2 ~~~ âscout? you better keep the damn lights off..
[Again, heâs right in the middle of the exact same sentence as he was the last time.]
[Its the exact same thing.]
[Again.]
-@actual-blue-link
....the fuck?
[Sleeping was supposed to make this stop! Not.... Keep going anyways! They're so confused. Maybe they had just expereinced a dream with a dream inside it! A weird explanation, but there has no be something going on.]
[If he could glare at you, he would be.] if youâre jusâ gunna be an asshole today, let me sleepâŚ
[His response is the exact same as last time. The exact same, down to the tone used.]
[This is unnatural. This is weird and they really don't like it!]
Why are ya sayin' the same things I've already heard?
[They're so confused. As unhelpful as you'll probably be, they have to ask. They have to try and figure this out. It could all just be fake, too. That's a possibility.]
i donât know what the fuck youâre talking about. if youâre just gunna be an asshole, go away. [Partially the same thing as last time, and he sounds no less exasperated.] let me sleep.
[Okay. So. They should've expected that you would be unhelpful. They start absentmindedly pacing around the room.]
[You're saying the same things as before. They fell asleep and ended up back here. The first time, they stepped out the door and ended up back here. It's very possible this is just some weird dream. Or they just got out of the dream! ....But then there's the ticking.]
[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 youâre doing right now. Clearly youâre not leaving the room, but you donât stop walking⌠He scowls.] if youâre gunna pace do it somewhere else. âm tired.
[Eventually they stop pacing with a sigh. If this keeps going, they're going to lose their mind trying to figure out what's going on. Maybe they can just hope things will be normal again.]
[They don't actually leave.]
[Heâs still able to tell that youâre here, but at least he doesnât have to deal with the sounds of you wandering aimlessly around the room. He huffs in annoyance.]
[While he doesnât say anything about your continued presence, the feeling of possibly being watched makes his skin crawl.]
[They stay silent for a long time. At first, they don't stare at you. They just stare at the floor for a while. They try to think but nothing comes to mind. There's no explanation for this. Or maybe there is! They just haven't figured it out yet. And Blue is of no help.]
[Their eyes shift to you. Blue. That's right! Their little hero, who's not being much of a hero right now. But that's okay! Their eyes trail up and down your figure, though mostly obscured by blankets, with a smile. As long as they're in this weird situation...]
[They need to figure things out first.]
[He curls into himself a bit. Why are you just silently watching him? He⌠doesnât even know youâre doing that for sure, but it feels like it.]
[Theres no idea whatsoever on what you could be doing in his mind. Youâre probably just being a creepy asshole again. He really should be used to this shit by now.]
[They suddenly climb onto the bed, and go straight to laying on top of you. They might as well, if this weird dream will just repeat again.]
[Their shoes are still on and everything.]
[He jumps out of surprise when you touch him, and then has to situate himself to actually push you off of him.] get offâ! change before you get on the damn bed, dickwad! you still have shoes on, too, donât 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 doesnât 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.]
[Instead of getting off the bed, they just get closer to you again. They grab your arm, tracing over the scar.]
I can do what I want, hun.
[They really did do a good job with that egret orchid! Hard work paid off. It scarred very nicely!]
[He very badly wants to pull his hand away from you aggressively, but he knows heâll probably just get shocked if he does. So he restrains himself. Itâs 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 heâs still not too happy about your day clothes being here. Itâs gross. He doesnât know where youâve 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 doesnât protest, he wonât get shocked, and youâll 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.]
[They linger for a long time. Hands trail across your arms, then move to your chest, then your legs. They love having the privilege of being able to touch you whenever they like. And you have no choice but to let it happen.]
[For a little while, their weird dream situation is pushed to the back of their mind.]
[Every second your touch lingers on his skin, he gets tenser. His skin itches. He feels gross. And he wants you to stop so he can force himself asleep and forget about all the times youâve touched him like this.]
[Itâs especially bad when you get to his legs. Heâs only wearing shorts, so that makes skin-to-skin contact a must. He canât help but try to shift away from you. Theres always been that fear that youâll go further than this, and he doesnât want to do that with anyone. Especially not you.]
[It's annoying when you move around, but they understand. You're still not used to this, and they don't mind moving with you. Their hands never drift upwards. It doesn't ever occur to them that they can do that.]
[It's not something they ever want to do, anyways.]
LOOP 2 ~~~ âscout? you better keep the damn lights off..
[Again, heâs right in the middle of the exact same sentence as he was the last time.]
[Its the exact same thing.]
[Again.]
-@actual-blue-link
....the fuck?
[Sleeping was supposed to make this stop! Not.... Keep going anyways! They're so confused. Maybe they had just expereinced a dream with a dream inside it! A weird explanation, but there has no be something going on.]
[If he could glare at you, he would be.] if youâre jusâ gunna be an asshole today, let me sleepâŚ
[His response is the exact same as last time. The exact same, down to the tone used.]
[This is unnatural. This is weird and they really don't like it!]
Why are ya sayin' the same things I've already heard?
[They're so confused. As unhelpful as you'll probably be, they have to ask. They have to try and figure this out. It could all just be fake, too. That's a possibility.]
i donât know what the fuck youâre talking about. if youâre just gunna be an asshole, go away. [Partially the same thing as last time, and he sounds no less exasperated.] let me sleep.
[Okay. So. They should've expected that you would be unhelpful. They start absentmindedly pacing around the room.]
[You're saying the same things as before. They fell asleep and ended up back here. The first time, they stepped out the door and ended up back here. It's very possible this is just some weird dream. Or they just got out of the dream! ....But then there's the ticking.]
[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 youâre doing right now. Clearly youâre not leaving the room, but you donât stop walking⌠He scowls.] if youâre gunna pace do it somewhere else. âm tired.
[Eventually they stop pacing with a sigh. If this keeps going, they're going to lose their mind trying to figure out what's going on. Maybe they can just hope things will be normal again.]
[They don't actually leave.]
[Heâs still able to tell that youâre here, but at least he doesnât have to deal with the sounds of you wandering aimlessly around the room. He huffs in annoyance.]
[While he doesnât say anything about your continued presence, the feeling of possibly being watched makes his skin crawl.]
[They stay silent for a long time. At first, they don't stare at you. They just stare at the floor for a while. They try to think but nothing comes to mind. There's no explanation for this. Or maybe there is! They just haven't figured it out yet. And Blue is of no help.]
[Their eyes shift to you. Blue. That's right! Their little hero, who's not being much of a hero right now. But that's okay! Their eyes trail up and down your figure, though mostly obscured by blankets, with a smile. As long as they're in this weird situation...]
[They need to figure things out first.]
[He curls into himself a bit. Why are you just silently watching him? He⌠doesnât even know youâre doing that for sure, but it feels like it.]
[Theres no idea whatsoever on what you could be doing in his mind. Youâre probably just being a creepy asshole again. He really should be used to this shit by now.]
[They suddenly climb onto the bed, and go straight to laying on top of you. They might as well, if this weird dream will just repeat again.]
[Their shoes are still on and everything.]
[He jumps out of surprise when you touch him, and then has to situate himself to actually push you off of him.] get offâ! change before you get on the damn bed, dickwad! you still have shoes on, too, donât 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 doesnât 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.]
[Instead of getting off the bed, they just get closer to you again. They grab your arm, tracing over the scar.]
I can do what I want, hun.
[They really did do a good job with that egret orchid! Hard work paid off. It scarred very nicely!]
[He very badly wants to pull his hand away from you aggressively, but he knows heâll probably just get shocked if he does. So he restrains himself. Itâs 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 heâs still not too happy about your day clothes being here. Itâs gross. He doesnât know where youâve 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 doesnât protest, he wonât get shocked, and youâll 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.]
[They linger for a long time. Hands trail across your arms, then move to your chest, then your legs. They love having the privilege of being able to touch you whenever they like. And you have no choice but to let it happen.]
[For a little while, their weird dream situation is pushed to the back of their mind.]
LOOP 2 ~~~ âscout? you better keep the damn lights off..
[Again, heâs right in the middle of the exact same sentence as he was the last time.]
[Its the exact same thing.]
[Again.]
-@actual-blue-link
....the fuck?
[Sleeping was supposed to make this stop! Not.... Keep going anyways! They're so confused. Maybe they had just expereinced a dream with a dream inside it! A weird explanation, but there has no be something going on.]
[If he could glare at you, he would be.] if youâre jusâ gunna be an asshole today, let me sleepâŚ
[His response is the exact same as last time. The exact same, down to the tone used.]
[This is unnatural. This is weird and they really don't like it!]
Why are ya sayin' the same things I've already heard?
[They're so confused. As unhelpful as you'll probably be, they have to ask. They have to try and figure this out. It could all just be fake, too. That's a possibility.]
i donât know what the fuck youâre talking about. if youâre just gunna be an asshole, go away. [Partially the same thing as last time, and he sounds no less exasperated.] let me sleep.
[Okay. So. They should've expected that you would be unhelpful. They start absentmindedly pacing around the room.]
[You're saying the same things as before. They fell asleep and ended up back here. The first time, they stepped out the door and ended up back here. It's very possible this is just some weird dream. Or they just got out of the dream! ....But then there's the ticking.]
[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 youâre doing right now. Clearly youâre not leaving the room, but you donât stop walking⌠He scowls.] if youâre gunna pace do it somewhere else. âm tired.
[Eventually they stop pacing with a sigh. If this keeps going, they're going to lose their mind trying to figure out what's going on. Maybe they can just hope things will be normal again.]
[They don't actually leave.]
[Heâs still able to tell that youâre here, but at least he doesnât have to deal with the sounds of you wandering aimlessly around the room. He huffs in annoyance.]
[While he doesnât say anything about your continued presence, the feeling of possibly being watched makes his skin crawl.]
[They stay silent for a long time. At first, they don't stare at you. They just stare at the floor for a while. They try to think but nothing comes to mind. There's no explanation for this. Or maybe there is! They just haven't figured it out yet. And Blue is of no help.]
[Their eyes shift to you. Blue. That's right! Their little hero, who's not being much of a hero right now. But that's okay! Their eyes trail up and down your figure, though mostly obscured by blankets, with a smile. As long as they're in this weird situation...]
[They need to figure things out first.]
[He curls into himself a bit. Why are you just silently watching him? He⌠doesnât even know youâre doing that for sure, but it feels like it.]
[Theres no idea whatsoever on what you could be doing in his mind. Youâre probably just being a creepy asshole again. He really should be used to this shit by now.]
[They suddenly climb onto the bed, and go straight to laying on top of you. They might as well, if this weird dream will just repeat again.]
[Their shoes are still on and everything.]
[He jumps out of surprise when you touch him, and then has to situate himself to actually push you off of him.] get offâ! change before you get on the damn bed, dickwad! you still have shoes on, too, donât 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 doesnât 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.]
[Instead of getting off the bed, they just get closer to you again. They grab your arm, tracing over the scar.]
I can do what I want, hun.
[They really did do a good job with that egret orchid! Hard work paid off. It scarred very nicely!]
[He very badly wants to pull his hand away from you aggressively, but he knows heâll probably just get shocked if he does. So he restrains himself. Itâs 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 heâs still not too happy about your day clothes being here. Itâs gross. He doesnât know where youâve 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 doesnât protest, he wonât get shocked, and youâll 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.]
LOOP 2 ~~~ âscout? you better keep the damn lights off..
[Again, heâs right in the middle of the exact same sentence as he was the last time.]
[Its the exact same thing.]
[Again.]
-@actual-blue-link
....the fuck?
[Sleeping was supposed to make this stop! Not.... Keep going anyways! They're so confused. Maybe they had just expereinced a dream with a dream inside it! A weird explanation, but there has no be something going on.]
[If he could glare at you, he would be.] if youâre jusâ gunna be an asshole today, let me sleepâŚ
[His response is the exact same as last time. The exact same, down to the tone used.]
[This is unnatural. This is weird and they really don't like it!]
Why are ya sayin' the same things I've already heard?
[They're so confused. As unhelpful as you'll probably be, they have to ask. They have to try and figure this out. It could all just be fake, too. That's a possibility.]
i donât know what the fuck youâre talking about. if youâre just gunna be an asshole, go away. [Partially the same thing as last time, and he sounds no less exasperated.] let me sleep.
[Okay. So. They should've expected that you would be unhelpful. They start absentmindedly pacing around the room.]
[You're saying the same things as before. They fell asleep and ended up back here. The first time, they stepped out the door and ended up back here. It's very possible this is just some weird dream. Or they just got out of the dream! ....But then there's the ticking.]
[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 youâre doing right now. Clearly youâre not leaving the room, but you donât stop walking⌠He scowls.] if youâre gunna pace do it somewhere else. âm tired.
[Eventually they stop pacing with a sigh. If this keeps going, they're going to lose their mind trying to figure out what's going on. Maybe they can just hope things will be normal again.]
[They don't actually leave.]
[Heâs still able to tell that youâre here, but at least he doesnât have to deal with the sounds of you wandering aimlessly around the room. He huffs in annoyance.]
[While he doesnât say anything about your continued presence, the feeling of possibly being watched makes his skin crawl.]
[They stay silent for a long time. At first, they don't stare at you. They just stare at the floor for a while. They try to think but nothing comes to mind. There's no explanation for this. Or maybe there is! They just haven't figured it out yet. And Blue is of no help.]
[Their eyes shift to you. Blue. That's right! Their little hero, who's not being much of a hero right now. But that's okay! Their eyes trail up and down your figure, though mostly obscured by blankets, with a smile. As long as they're in this weird situation...]
[They need to figure things out first.]
[He curls into himself a bit. Why are you just silently watching him? He⌠doesnât even know youâre doing that for sure, but it feels like it.]
[Theres no idea whatsoever on what you could be doing in his mind. Youâre probably just being a creepy asshole again. He really should be used to this shit by now.]
[They suddenly climb onto the bed, and go straight to laying on top of you. They might as well, if this weird dream will just repeat again.]
[Their shoes are still on and everything.]
[He jumps out of surprise when you touch him, and then has to situate himself to actually push you off of him.] get offâ! change before you get on the damn bed, dickwad! you still have shoes on, too, donât 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 doesnât 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.]
[Instead of getting off the bed, they just get closer to you again. They grab your arm, tracing over the scar.]
I can do what I want, hun.
[They really did do a good job with that egret orchid! Hard work paid off. It scarred very nicely!]
[He very badly wants to pull his hand away from you aggressively, but he knows heâll probably just get shocked if he does. So he restrains himself. Itâs 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.]
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LOOP 2 ~~~ âscout? you better keep the damn lights off..
[Again, heâs right in the middle of the exact same sentence as he was the last time.]
[Its the exact same thing.]
[Again.]
-@actual-blue-link
....the fuck?
[Sleeping was supposed to make this stop! Not.... Keep going anyways! They're so confused. Maybe they had just expereinced a dream with a dream inside it! A weird explanation, but there has no be something going on.]
[If he could glare at you, he would be.] if youâre jusâ gunna be an asshole today, let me sleepâŚ
[His response is the exact same as last time. The exact same, down to the tone used.]
[This is unnatural. This is weird and they really don't like it!]
Why are ya sayin' the same things I've already heard?
[They're so confused. As unhelpful as you'll probably be, they have to ask. They have to try and figure this out. It could all just be fake, too. That's a possibility.]
i donât know what the fuck youâre talking about. if youâre just gunna be an asshole, go away. [Partially the same thing as last time, and he sounds no less exasperated.] let me sleep.
[Okay. So. They should've expected that you would be unhelpful. They start absentmindedly pacing around the room.]
[You're saying the same things as before. They fell asleep and ended up back here. The first time, they stepped out the door and ended up back here. It's very possible this is just some weird dream. Or they just got out of the dream! ....But then there's the ticking.]
[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 youâre doing right now. Clearly youâre not leaving the room, but you donât stop walking⌠He scowls.] if youâre gunna pace do it somewhere else. âm tired.
[Eventually they stop pacing with a sigh. If this keeps going, they're going to lose their mind trying to figure out what's going on. Maybe they can just hope things will be normal again.]
[They don't actually leave.]
[Heâs still able to tell that youâre here, but at least he doesnât have to deal with the sounds of you wandering aimlessly around the room. He huffs in annoyance.]
[While he doesnât say anything about your continued presence, the feeling of possibly being watched makes his skin crawl.]
[They stay silent for a long time. At first, they don't stare at you. They just stare at the floor for a while. They try to think but nothing comes to mind. There's no explanation for this. Or maybe there is! They just haven't figured it out yet. And Blue is of no help.]
[Their eyes shift to you. Blue. That's right! Their little hero, who's not being much of a hero right now. But that's okay! Their eyes trail up and down your figure, though mostly obscured by blankets, with a smile. As long as they're in this weird situation...]
[They need to figure things out first.]
[He curls into himself a bit. Why are you just silently watching him? He⌠doesnât even know youâre doing that for sure, but it feels like it.]
[Theres no idea whatsoever on what you could be doing in his mind. Youâre probably just being a creepy asshole again. He really should be used to this shit by now.]
[They suddenly climb onto the bed, and go straight to laying on top of you. They might as well, if this weird dream will just repeat again.]
[Their shoes are still on and everything.]
[He jumps out of surprise when you touch him, and then has to situate himself to actually push you off of him.] get offâ! change before you get on the damn bed, dickwad! you still have shoes on, too, donât 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 doesnât 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.]
[Instead of getting off the bed, they just get closer to you again. They grab your arm, tracing over the scar.]
I can do what I want, hun.
[They really did do a good job with that egret orchid! Hard work paid off. It scarred very nicely!]
LOOP 2 ~~~ âscout? you better keep the damn lights off..
[Again, heâs right in the middle of the exact same sentence as he was the last time.]
[Its the exact same thing.]
[Again.]
-@actual-blue-link
....the fuck?
[Sleeping was supposed to make this stop! Not.... Keep going anyways! They're so confused. Maybe they had just expereinced a dream with a dream inside it! A weird explanation, but there has no be something going on.]
[If he could glare at you, he would be.] if youâre jusâ gunna be an asshole today, let me sleepâŚ
[His response is the exact same as last time. The exact same, down to the tone used.]
[This is unnatural. This is weird and they really don't like it!]
Why are ya sayin' the same things I've already heard?
[They're so confused. As unhelpful as you'll probably be, they have to ask. They have to try and figure this out. It could all just be fake, too. That's a possibility.]
i donât know what the fuck youâre talking about. if youâre just gunna be an asshole, go away. [Partially the same thing as last time, and he sounds no less exasperated.] let me sleep.
[Okay. So. They should've expected that you would be unhelpful. They start absentmindedly pacing around the room.]
[You're saying the same things as before. They fell asleep and ended up back here. The first time, they stepped out the door and ended up back here. It's very possible this is just some weird dream. Or they just got out of the dream! ....But then there's the ticking.]
[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 youâre doing right now. Clearly youâre not leaving the room, but you donât stop walking⌠He scowls.] if youâre gunna pace do it somewhere else. âm tired.
[Eventually they stop pacing with a sigh. If this keeps going, they're going to lose their mind trying to figure out what's going on. Maybe they can just hope things will be normal again.]
[They don't actually leave.]
[Heâs still able to tell that youâre here, but at least he doesnât have to deal with the sounds of you wandering aimlessly around the room. He huffs in annoyance.]
[While he doesnât say anything about your continued presence, the feeling of possibly being watched makes his skin crawl.]
[They stay silent for a long time. At first, they don't stare at you. They just stare at the floor for a while. They try to think but nothing comes to mind. There's no explanation for this. Or maybe there is! They just haven't figured it out yet. And Blue is of no help.]
[Their eyes shift to you. Blue. That's right! Their little hero, who's not being much of a hero right now. But that's okay! Their eyes trail up and down your figure, though mostly obscured by blankets, with a smile. As long as they're in this weird situation...]
[They need to figure things out first.]
[He curls into himself a bit. Why are you just silently watching him? He⌠doesnât even know youâre doing that for sure, but it feels like it.]
[Theres no idea whatsoever on what you could be doing in his mind. Youâre probably just being a creepy asshole again. He really should be used to this shit by now.]
[They suddenly climb onto the bed, and go straight to laying on top of you. They might as well, if this weird dream will just repeat again.]
[Their shoes are still on and everything.]
LOOP 2 ~~~ âscout? you better keep the damn lights off..
[Again, heâs right in the middle of the exact same sentence as he was the last time.]
[Its the exact same thing.]
[Again.]
-@actual-blue-link
....the fuck?
[Sleeping was supposed to make this stop! Not.... Keep going anyways! They're so confused. Maybe they had just expereinced a dream with a dream inside it! A weird explanation, but there has no be something going on.]
[If he could glare at you, he would be.] if youâre jusâ gunna be an asshole today, let me sleepâŚ
[His response is the exact same as last time. The exact same, down to the tone used.]
[This is unnatural. This is weird and they really don't like it!]
Why are ya sayin' the same things I've already heard?
[They're so confused. As unhelpful as you'll probably be, they have to ask. They have to try and figure this out. It could all just be fake, too. That's a possibility.]
i donât know what the fuck youâre talking about. if youâre just gunna be an asshole, go away. [Partially the same thing as last time, and he sounds no less exasperated.] let me sleep.
[Okay. So. They should've expected that you would be unhelpful. They start absentmindedly pacing around the room.]
[You're saying the same things as before. They fell asleep and ended up back here. The first time, they stepped out the door and ended up back here. It's very possible this is just some weird dream. Or they just got out of the dream! ....But then there's the ticking.]
[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 youâre doing right now. Clearly youâre not leaving the room, but you donât stop walking⌠He scowls.] if youâre gunna pace do it somewhere else. âm tired.
[Eventually they stop pacing with a sigh. If this keeps going, they're going to lose their mind trying to figure out what's going on. Maybe they can just hope things will be normal again.]
[They don't actually leave.]
[Heâs still able to tell that youâre here, but at least he doesnât have to deal with the sounds of you wandering aimlessly around the room. He huffs in annoyance.]
[While he doesnât say anything about your continued presence, the feeling of possibly being watched makes his skin crawl.]
[They stay silent for a long time. At first, they don't stare at you. They just stare at the floor for a while. They try to think but nothing comes to mind. There's no explanation for this. Or maybe there is! They just haven't figured it out yet. And Blue is of no help.]
[Their eyes shift to you. Blue. That's right! Their little hero, who's not being much of a hero right now. But that's okay! Their eyes trail up and down your figure, though mostly obscured by blankets, with a smile. As long as they're in this weird situation...]
[They need to figure things out first.]
LOOP 2 ~~~ âscout? you better keep the damn lights off..
[Again, heâs right in the middle of the exact same sentence as he was the last time.]
[Its the exact same thing.]
[Again.]
-@actual-blue-link
....the fuck?
[Sleeping was supposed to make this stop! Not.... Keep going anyways! They're so confused. Maybe they had just expereinced a dream with a dream inside it! A weird explanation, but there has no be something going on.]
[If he could glare at you, he would be.] if youâre jusâ gunna be an asshole today, let me sleepâŚ
[His response is the exact same as last time. The exact same, down to the tone used.]
[This is unnatural. This is weird and they really don't like it!]
Why are ya sayin' the same things I've already heard?
[They're so confused. As unhelpful as you'll probably be, they have to ask. They have to try and figure this out. It could all just be fake, too. That's a possibility.]
i donât know what the fuck youâre talking about. if youâre just gunna be an asshole, go away. [Partially the same thing as last time, and he sounds no less exasperated.] let me sleep.
[Okay. So. They should've expected that you would be unhelpful. They start absentmindedly pacing around the room.]
[You're saying the same things as before. They fell asleep and ended up back here. The first time, they stepped out the door and ended up back here. It's very possible this is just some weird dream. Or they just got out of the dream! ....But then there's the ticking.]
[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 youâre doing right now. Clearly youâre not leaving the room, but you donât stop walking⌠He scowls.] if youâre gunna pace do it somewhere else. âm tired.
[Eventually they stop pacing with a sigh. If this keeps going, they're going to lose their mind trying to figure out what's going on. Maybe they can just hope things will be normal again.]
[They don't actually leave.]
LOOP 2 ~~~ âscout? you better keep the damn lights off..
[Again, heâs right in the middle of the exact same sentence as he was the last time.]
[Its the exact same thing.]
[Again.]
-@actual-blue-link
....the fuck?
[Sleeping was supposed to make this stop! Not.... Keep going anyways! They're so confused. Maybe they had just expereinced a dream with a dream inside it! A weird explanation, but there has no be something going on.]
[If he could glare at you, he would be.] if youâre jusâ gunna be an asshole today, let me sleepâŚ
[His response is the exact same as last time. The exact same, down to the tone used.]
[This is unnatural. This is weird and they really don't like it!]
Why are ya sayin' the same things I've already heard?
[They're so confused. As unhelpful as you'll probably be, they have to ask. They have to try and figure this out. It could all just be fake, too. That's a possibility.]
i donât know what the fuck youâre talking about. if youâre just gunna be an asshole, go away. [Partially the same thing as last time, and he sounds no less exasperated.] let me sleep.
[Okay. So. They should've expected that you would be unhelpful. They start absentmindedly pacing around the room.]
[You're saying the same things as before. They fell asleep and ended up back here. The first time, they stepped out the door and ended up back here. It's very possible this is just some weird dream. Or they just got out of the dream! ....But then there's the ticking.]
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LOOP 2 ~~~ âscout? you better keep the damn lights off..
[Again, heâs right in the middle of the exact same sentence as he was the last time.]
[Its the exact same thing.]
[Again.]
-@actual-blue-link
....the fuck?
[Sleeping was supposed to make this stop! Not.... Keep going anyways! They're so confused. Maybe they had just expereinced a dream with a dream inside it! A weird explanation, but there has no be something going on.]
[If he could glare at you, he would be.] if youâre jusâ gunna be an asshole today, let me sleepâŚ
[His response is the exact same as last time. The exact same, down to the tone used.]
[This is unnatural. This is weird and they really don't like it!]
Why are ya sayin' the same things I've already heard?
[They're so confused. As unhelpful as you'll probably be, they have to ask. They have to try and figure this out. It could all just be fake, too. That's a possibility.]
LOOP 2 ~~~ âscout? you better keep the damn lights off..
[Again, heâs right in the middle of the exact same sentence as he was the last time.]
[Its the exact same thing.]
[Again.]
-@actual-blue-link
....the fuck?
[Sleeping was supposed to make this stop! Not.... Keep going anyways! They're so confused. Maybe they had just expereinced a dream with a dream inside it! A weird explanation, but there has no be something going on.]
