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 Posted: Sun Sep 22, 2013 8:04 am
"A real man doesn't have to force himself on someone. You're just desperate." He shot back, insulted on far too many levels.
And the bait was grabbed.
Brightening, Melvin smiled. "Yup. I usually do a lot of Infirmary duty, which means I know a bit of gossip about the patients. If you are talking this way, then that must mean that other person is just like you."
He had to keep feeding him kind words so he could get him properly admitted.
But...how about he have some fun.
"Now the Infirmary is such a big place, and Rep isn't allowed to go there. You will be shoved out before you even make it a few steps." Melvin reclined back against the counter. "Shame. I know that place like the back of my hand and the people love me there." Well, they tolerated him. There wasn't much love with the staff that worked that wing.
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Posted: Sun Sep 22, 2013 8:15 am
"What's wrong with being desperate? Some of us ******** have needs, and generally, at least where I come from, guys are less ******** picky than women. Less need to wine and dine, more mutual satisfaction of needs." He ignored the sensation of Tracey rolling her eyes in his head.
Still he couldn't shake focus from the idea that the Boss might be in the infirmary just waiting for him to come and help him, it was the one thing he wanted, the one thing that could make this shithole tolerable.
"So you can help me? Good. Help me then. What's the catch?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 22, 2013 8:22 am
"Men have needs, but we're not dogs. If I went after every person I wanted because my pants were tight, then I'd be pummeled to death." And now he had Rin, who would pummel him if he decided to just jump on anyone.
As for the catch, Melvin had to weigh his options. He knew Rep had a hoard, a very nice hoard, but when the real Rep came back, he'd be very upset to have things stolen from him. With their shaky friendship, he wasn't about to push it. Reps things were important, as he often displayed with how territorial he was.
He couldn't ask for anything too creep either. Asking to say....touch his hair - well, if real Rep was in there and could have memory of the incident, Melvin did not want to go about explaining that strange request.
He thought a moment, and then smiled. "Rep has glasses. Wear those and I'll take to the Infirmary." Wear them in front of everyone.
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Posted: Sun Sep 22, 2013 8:50 am
"Well that's your problem then. I never get pummelled, I do whatever I want, whenever I want. The only thing in my way is other people being prudes."
He gave Melvin a baffled look before shrugging. "This b***h needs eye surgery is what he needs. But glasses don't really ******** bother me." he rummaged around and produced Rep's reading glasses, placing them neatly on his nose, wearing them further down than normal Rep normally did so he could look over them in a rather sultry fashion. "Why the ******** would you want me to wear these?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 22, 2013 8:58 am
"No reason." Melvin lied, knowing that the real Rep would probably know.
Turning, he headed to the door. "Come on. I'll lie to the techs and say you were injured to get you into the Infirmary without them stopping you. We'll have to sneak into a side room a moment before we can get to the other patient, so be a good boy and play along." Okay, he was starting to really enjoy ******** with a fake Rep. It was all harmless of course, seeing as he was pretending to help without really hurting the real Rep in any way. Well, aside from some light embarrassment later. Melvin felt he earned it though considering being mouth attacked.
He opened the door and started to head to the Infirmary.
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Posted: Mon Sep 23, 2013 12:46 pm
"Well, he can't pull off specs, I can. I just got my eyes fixed where I come from, always handy having a surgeon on your side." It was difficult to ruffle him, in his head he was the queen and nothing could dent the pride of royalty.
"That's fine with me, though I just want to ******** stress man. I am no a ******** good boy. I'm bad to the ********> bone." and to accompany that estimation of himself, he gave a charming hip thrust. "But nae bother, lead the way, rabbit."
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Posted: Mon Sep 23, 2013 7:54 pm
Melvin frowned at that nickname. "Don't call me that. All I can remember was how I was murdered. It doesn't bring about very great images." He said, and walked, humming Bad to the Bone as he went. Horrible how one line could make you think of a song that would be stuck in your head for the rest of the day.
The Infirmary didn't waste any time stopping him, and only a few steps in did a tech manning a nearby desk come over to regard Melvin and inform him that Rep was not allowed on the premisses. Melvin then pulled her aside, asked for an available room away from everyone else, to have it documented so they would not get in trouble, and that Rep needed medical attention due to an unknown mental affliction. Lips purse, the tech wrote a note and told him a room.
Nodding, Melvin gestured to the side. "They are going to see if the patient is well enough to come over and going to bring them to us. They want to make sure you are in good health because the patient is recovering and they don't want to risk it. Don't worry. Just a quick checkup."
Melvin gestured lead him over to a room and opened the door. "We'll be waiting here for them." He said, waiting by the door to ensure that Rep would come in and sit down.
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