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Now he really was paralyzed by pain.
His head went back again, leaning on Isiah's shoulder as he squeaked.
Tsurai was too short; he kept trying to stand up higher, to make the pain lessen, but it wasn't helping. Isiah was too strong.

"ngh..." Tsurai was involuntarily twitching, now. "NO! LET GO!"
He couldn't say it. Wouldn't say it. Don't make him say it.

His shoulder was spasming. "GIVE! GIVE! GIIIIVE!" he screamed.

Tsurai fell to his face on the ground, trying to get up some time later, but his arm was too messed up to do so.

So he just laid there. And after around ten minutes of dead silence passed, Tsurai grumbled something.

"I'll take your boxers if you take your pants back."
Kind of random, but the blood all down Tsurai's legs was bugging him. And he wanted to get it off. But he didn't wear anything under his pants, and he didn't want to get naked in front of Isiah.

"Yeah, whatever," he grumbled.
Damned man proud of his largeness.

Tsurai quickly pulled the second pair of pants off him and threw them at Isiah, grabbing the boxers quickly.

His neck was red from a blush... amung other things, and he went into Alex's tent, changing in there.

Of course, as he was on his knees in the tent, an arm came out and yanked the towel in the tent as well.

Tsurai wiped his a** the best he could before putting the boxers on-as they were white- and then stood outside with just those on, and streaks of blood going down the back of his legs.

The boxers were very big on Tsurai, like large shorts, which was... Okay, he guessed, but he wasn't much of a shorts person. He liked pants.
Now that he was standing, he bent over with the bloody towel in hand to wipe his legs off, right arm limp because the stinging numbness was too much to deal with. It wasn't worth the pain it took to move.

"Well, you shouldn't get so attached to something... You'll lose it. You're so proud of your ******** d**k it sickens me."

He hmphed, dropping the bloodstained towel on the ground and standing up straight.

"And I SO would've won if I didn't need my arm..." he chuckled.

Love-hate relationship this was, one could assume.

He narrowed his eyes. "That was low, man."
But he quickly recovered, ignoring the moving comment.
"I don't have to be proud of my p***s. It's not like I'm having sex with it or anything. I'm a snuggle kind of guy."

He just realized what that sounded like.
He went pale, and decided to change the subject.
"Let's, uh, get out of this town," he coughed. "Before Alex comes back."

Tsurai grunted, grabbing his pants and dragging them behind him as he walked over to Isiah.
"Telling me WHAT?"

Actually, Tsurai didn't. He was dense, especially since they had just finished talking about penises.

"Quick work of her? What the ********, Isiah! I may not like her, but I'm not gang rape her!"

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"She's... Not like that," Tsurai sighed.
"I know... I want to kill her sometimes... But. She really doesn't want to hurt anybody. So.. If you hurt her... Isiah, I swear I'll... It'll be more than just your huge p***s that will be stinging."