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Thoma, still lost in thought, wondered what his next course of action was. Asks for directions in hopes of not getting lost again, or simply running the moment he finds an opportunity. However, this thought was cut short when he jumps at the light chuckle the nurse had just made. Looking her way, Thoma gets a whiff of the air and then takes a step back as a bead of sweat rolls down his face. "Wait, privacy? New patient? W-wait a minute!" Taking another step back as he watched her hips sway to one side he smiles nervously. There's no way this succubus will get through his Dhampir heart, right? "I'm just lost, I'm a new teacher! L-looking for uh, the headmaster?" Hopefully his tale was believed.

s**t, he thought to himself. It looked like there was no way out of his situation. Going from showing up late, to getting lost looking for the sleeping quarters, to now having a busty nurse shove her chest onto him. Was he lucky, or in danger? A yelp came out of his mouth as the nurse's hand touched his cheek and he looked at her wide eyed and started to listen to her seductive offer. Fumbling with the piercing gun in his pocket, Thoma had hoped this was his final option. "Uh, um.. in.. introductions should be in order right!? I'm Thoma, nice to meet y-you." Removing her hand from his face, and taking a step back, he puts on his best customer service face and shakes her hand.

Thoma was stuck now, back against the wall and a hand on his hip he decided to give up. Not! She was strong, but only because of the pheromones she gave off. He knew what she was, and what to do against it but drastic measures weren't needed. He decided to keep up the conversation a bit longer to see what her weakness was. Hopefully he didn't give in to temptations. "Well then Nurse Morry, what exactly is this examination? Surely it doesn't involve you.. siphoning my energy, right?" With a nervous smirk he got closer to her, inches from her face to see what her next move was. Still one hand on his piercing gun.

Feeling his body get warm, Thoma felt his blood rising, yet not in the way Morry had wanted. With a leg wrapped around his waist, and his hand trapped inside his pockets he gulped. This is bad, not only am I being assaulted, I can't breathe. Flinching at the kiss on his neck, Thoma shakes his head to ignore it and get the thoughts out of his head. Inhaling and exhaling heavily, Thoma feels like he's going to have a panic attack. With a growl, he takes his other hand and attempts to push Morry away with as much force as possible. "Get OFF!"

Thoma had tried to regain his breath, inhaling and exhaling several times before sliding down the wall and sitting down. He took his hands off of his piercing gun and rubbed his hands through his hair and wiped sweat from his brows. Slowly, but surely he regain his composure. Not before realizing what he had done and looked up at Morry, wide eyed. "Oh, s**t I'm sorry. B-bad.. ptsd. I'm not a fan of being pressed into a space I can't get out of. Or any really." He kept sitting since he noticed her in a stance and put both of his hands up. "I guess I'm more human than I thought." Sighing, Thoma waited for Morry to act first before he had done anything with a look of regret on his face.

Watching as Morry had moved from just in front of him, to a bed that he had craved for the longest, Thoma hesitated. Her smile was more inviting than it was in the beginning, and the aroma that was in the air has now faded a bit. He decided to stand up and dust himself off before gazing at Morry. "It's.. not that interesting. Just something that I happened to experience once I left this orphanage when I became of age." Thoma kept glancing the bed and then Morry before he resigned to sitting down in the spot she had pat down. Bliss. He felt pure bliss, a bed that he wanted for so long. As if he had forgotten what I just happened, Thoma started to doze off. Taking a big yawn, he laid his head on Morry's shoulder. "Just.. lots of prejuicide when... you're a Dhampn-" Before he could finish his sentence, he went to sleep.

Now that he was finally on a bed of his wishes, yet already discovered, it was far too late for him to be concerned. He had hoped nobody would have seen him sleeping on the job, but not even the headmaster was present so it didn't matter. Snoring and smiling, Thoma dreamed of his days at the orphanage when he was younger. From his excellent grades, to his calm demeanor, he built a reputation for being a teacher's pet. This was what led to him to acquire the piercing gun. A tiny incident with another orphan that led to him drinking his blood to an almost empty amount. Upon going through this dream, his two fangs with beginning to appear. Thoma turned his head, eyes still closed and winced. His dream faded to black as another image appeared: him as a fresh eighteen year old, leaving the orphanage. Excited to chase after the girl of his dreams, he set out for an adventure where his ptsd formed. Yet, he could see nothing but clouded images as multiple groans escaped his lips. Erratic breathing happening once again. Maybe Thoma would never get a goods night rest again.