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He seems surprised that I'd have blood for him here. God, I hope he doesn't think I've been presumptuous and just assumed he'd come here more often now that we've... We had started this relationship. We did start it even before he went off to....wherever he went, I seem to have forgotten again. But-but even then, I had blood for him here, just in case he'd come by. I mean, I've to have something to give him, other then... Christ, I'm rambling to myself again.
Giving him a nervous smile, I can only seem to stand there stupidly while I utter my 'creative' comment. I hope I didn't push things, it would seem I feel saver in his bedroom then in my own bloody home. Very strange, that much is certain. Apparently Angel's already on the ball, so to speak. His hands are on me, as he daftly unbuttons his shirt. My shirt? Whichever, I'm confiscating it, it's mine now. He's not getting it back. I *like * this shirt.
"Oh, right. Yes, l-less clothes. Sounds sensible when taking a shower doesn't it?" I blather on. My mouth doesn't seem to come with lock on it today. How wonderful. "I-I mean showering with your clothes on does sound rather odd doesn't it?" Oh shut *up * already, Pryce. The button-up shirt flutters to the floor, and I'm tempted to pick it up to fold it and neatly put it on the dresser. But he's already moving on to my t-shirt. Obediently, I put my arms up so he can slide it over my head.
Oh. Maybe I should start undressing him too? *That * sounds sensible too doesn't it? Oh for... Get a grip, Pryce! "I blame your mouth for my brain shutting off," I mutter under my breath as the shirt finally slides off, knocking my glasses askew.
He seems surprised that I'd have blood for him here. God, I hope he doesn't think I've been presumptuous and just assumed he'd come here more often now that we've... We had started this relationship. We did start it even before he went off to....wherever he went, I seem to have forgotten again. But-but even then, I had blood for him here, just in case he'd come by. I mean, I've to have something to give him, other then... Christ, I'm rambling to myself again.
Giving him a nervous smile, I can only seem to stand there stupidly while I utter my 'creative' comment. I hope I didn't push things, it would seem I feel saver in his bedroom then in my own bloody home. Very strange, that much is certain. Apparently Angel's already on the ball, so to speak. His hands are on me, as he daftly unbuttons his shirt. My shirt? Whichever, I'm confiscating it, it's mine now. He's not getting it back. I *like * this shirt.
"Oh, right. Yes, l-less clothes. Sounds sensible when taking a shower doesn't it?" I blather on. My mouth doesn't seem to come with lock on it today. How wonderful. "I-I mean showering with your clothes on does sound rather odd doesn't it?" Oh shut *up * already, Pryce. The button-up shirt flutters to the floor, and I'm tempted to pick it up to fold it and neatly put it on the dresser. But he's already moving on to my t-shirt. Obediently, I put my arms up so he can slide it over my head.
Oh. Maybe I should start undressing him too? *That * sounds sensible too doesn't it? Oh for... Get a grip, Pryce! "I blame your mouth for my brain shutting off," I mutter under my breath as the shirt finally slides off, knocking my glasses askew.