Fuck, part 2
Crimson quickly jumped back defensively, was he looking for a damned fight? This was nothing she wasn’t used to. Instead he threw himself to the wall, almost seemed like he was in pain to her. Her dark eyebrows furrowed watching him express himself. Maybe he had a problem with it? Her legs stood apart, her arms mirrored her legs.
Her anger had subsided to curiosity watching him. Biting her full bottom lip she breathed heavily, he made her nervous but she almost felt bad for him. The killjoy hadn’t met many people like him, for him being a clone he sure was turning out to be the opposite of Party. It almost was intriguing her.
Letting out a deep sigh she closed her eyes collecting her thoughts. Mentally counting to 5 she reopened her eyes a more gentle look now. Not something a lot of people saw from her. But maybe he needed to be approached different. He seemed almost like a child to her. “Look I’m sorry, maybe I over reacted. I—-” she paused looking down at the ground. “Everything has changed me.” She wasn’t about to get deeper with him, only allowing him to gently scratch the top surface.
Reaching out her gloved hand she offered him to touch. “Here… If it helps, you can touch me.” She said in a hushed tone. This was a bit strange for her, but she believed in chivalry.
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Weapon indulged in the beauty of the girl's fighting/defensive stance, it made him more than happy and eager to get to know her. He watched her response like a puppy, nodding slowly with a grin popping up as she offered her hand. He stood back straight off the wall, "Don't be sorry. We all change, buuut when we can be strong about it, then we become more fully what we are." He reached out for her hand and wrapped his around it, like a shake, he had seen it done many times in old movies. The tight feeling of her glove was nice, and definitely real. It wasn't as nice as her hair though, but he knew it would be better to wait to touch that again. Instead he slowly moved his fingers against the palm of her hand, and down her wrist until he could touch some skin. It was warm, but as soon as he got that sweet sensation he pulled away with a guilty grin.Â
He moved back over to the bed but leaned over and drug one of the nearby chairs close with his foot. He motioned for her to take it and plopped back down on the bed, turning the radio back on and moving the dial till he hit a station with some kind of music. "So what'cha doin out here on your own? I crashed in this house, didnt look like no one had been here in a while. You know who lived here?"
