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 Posted: Sat Jan 06, 2007 5:08 pm
With the nod Richard peeled himself off the table and on to his feet. He hunched a bit with his sore chest as he made his way to the counter. Delia was already holding bandages and a bottle of antiseptic when he got there. He gave her a nod of thanks before returning to Maryke.
"Alright, lets see the damage. No flinching from the antiseptic now." He was trying to ignore the ache but every time he tried to straighten up the pain increased dramatically. He could swear the things on his chest felt swollen.
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Posted: Sat Jan 06, 2007 5:12 pm
"Just get it over with," she snapped, a hint of the old Maryke showing through. Sure the changes and all she had been through made her willing to change her wicked wicked ways, but damn did her feet hurt and she was in no mood to play saint.
She bit her bottom lip, watching his every move. Occasionally her eyes ticked down to his chest, curious about what lay underneath, guessing it was part of whatever he was changing into, which led to whole other questions, but for the meantime all she wanted to do was get this over and done with.
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Posted: Sat Jan 06, 2007 5:26 pm
"Right." Richard sighed. 30 years of marriage to a very.... passionate woman had made him quite tolerant of being snapped at. The "yes dear" reflex was still strong after all these years.
He cleaned her wounds with the isopropyl alcohol. Carefully keeping his claws clear incase she went monkey again and flinched away. Then he rapped the feet with the bandages.
"There all done."
While he was doing that he caught Maryke looking at his chest. He shift so to deny her a clear view but it really didn't help much. Thanks to the loose bandage under his shirt, it was clear that two mounds of flesh were under that shirt. They weren't really sagging or move like actual breast though.
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Posted: Sat Jan 06, 2007 5:30 pm
As he worked she hissed her complaints to her poor feet being pained by the movement and alcohol. When he finally finished she let out a long sigh and mutter a quick thanks before leaning on him to get support up. Once more she noticed his chest, but decided not to say anything for fear of claws.
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Posted: Sat Jan 06, 2007 5:34 pm
Nodding at her muttered thanks, Richard threaded an arm around her and hoisted her to her feet. "There. Can you walk?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 06, 2007 5:35 pm
She tried and the first few steps were pained, but soon she managed a small shifty waddle on her own. "Yeah....yeah, I got it."
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Posted: Sat Jan 06, 2007 5:48 pm
Richard smiled softly. "Thats good. Sorry about your feet."
"I hope I'll see you around. It was a nice lunch." The started to move past her, towards the door.
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Posted: Sat Jan 06, 2007 5:51 pm
"It's okay, sorry about.......your chest," she said, smiling a bit. She waved away and hobbled in the opposite direction, wondering if they would ever see each other again and if so, if their next meeting would be this....interesitng.
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