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 Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2017 6:57 pm
He was patient. He could keep trying. He would open his mouth to shout at him at some point, or this would keep him quiet at least for now. One way or another, Lysander had stopped shouting and causing a commotion.
"A shield protects a person from damage, but not other things. I wonder how long you've taken care of this hair. It's very nice. We could start pulling it out." He leaned in to speak to him slowly. "Or maybe just start tearing at this suit of yours, but I'm sure you have plenty - but not much. You don't have wages to buy new ones. There is only so much you can tailor, isn't there." He continued to press the handkerchief against his lips.
"I think we are very clear in our dislike, aren't we? But you like to prod, and I don't appreciate being prodded. I tend to react. Take action. If you keep prodding me, things will escalate. I know this island. I know it's rules. I know my weapon. I've seen how things have been handled. You are very new. A green little sprig. A hatchling. So be a good boy and don't ******** with me, or I'll keep showing you what a little garbage prince you are, because I don't give a ******** about little nobodies that puff their chest out like they are lord this castle. The world isn't some sort of entertainment to assess who is worth breaking. You played with show ponies. Weak spirited. You are not in your neat little stables anymore."
To which he kissed his cheek and chuckled, whispering. "You taste awful."
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2017 7:07 pm
Lysander had had enough. Melvin was obviously crazy, obviously completely and utterly mad, there was no point arguing with him, it was only escalating things and the places it was escalating them to he didn't like at all. Everything happening to him was like a lead weight in his stomach and he wanted it to just stop. Fear now was genuinely mingled in, his hair his most important thing, something he'd been caring for for years, the suit could be mangled but his hair would take years to grow back.
When he found himself kissed, even on the cheek, it made things so much worse.
"Stop." he said flatly. "Please stop."
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2017 7:20 pm
He paused, staring at him, before he pulled the cloth away. Sitting there, he looked down at him, at the floor, at the entire pod room, and where he was at the moment and what he was doing. His eyes went to the coffee and his candies to where he had been standing and then back down at where he was sitting.
Standing up, he tossed the handkerchief at him and dropped Lysander's phone.
"Good boy." He said, moving over to get his coffee and tablet and stepping over him. He left him and what had happened there.
He needed to take a walk. A very long one.
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