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 Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2009 1:58 pm
Her frown deepened exponentially as he continued, and by the time he had finished, the smoke of anger had erupted into a blaze. Not only was she mad at this girl, but angry because Ken seemed more angry at himself than at her.
First and foremost, the whole incident was this girl's fault. Had it been a reversed situation with the guy insistently pushing a girl for sex, it'd be considered sexual harassment. In fact, had she been in his shoes, Tourma would have knocked the persistent male out cold.
The b***h best thank the gods that she fled the scene before Tourma could find her.
Clearing her throat, the teen finally slid off the bed and carefully closed the distance between the two of them. Regardless of any protests, Tourma bent down and wrapped her arms around him in an awkward hug. Standing, she used her strength to bring him upright with her so that she could give him a tight, proper hug.
"What a ******** crazy c**t," she finally breathed in a hoarse and angry voice. "Don't even try and rationalize anything that b***h did to be your fault." It was hard to try and keep her tone more on the side of consoling, and her second statement came out sounding more so like a threat than anything.
Taking a few deep breaths, she paused before whispering in a soft voice, "I would have freaked out too." Granted, she also would have gone Spike Lee on the dude, but that was besides the point.
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2009 11:05 am
He'd thought he'd bolstered himself to be ready for a variety of reactions, but the sheer amount of -angry- she was giving off made him flinch back as she approached, thinking he was the object of it.
When she pulled him out of the chair with surprising strength, he didn't know WHAT to expect next. The hug, however, took him offguard. As Tourma spoke, her voice first husky with rage and then trailing off into something more gentle, Ken found himself at a loss to do much of anything except stand, rigid in the embrace, for the time being.
Tonight seemed determined to get stranger and stranger...
After what felt like several very long moments, he reached up to return the hug, albeit hesitantly.
"Thanks..." he murmured, his tone of voice reflecting the sincerity in it.
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Posted: Wed Apr 01, 2009 9:05 pm
"You're welcome," she murmured into his neck, where she absently allowed her nose to lightly nuzzle the flesh there. When she realized what she had been doing, she pulled back to simply rest her chin on his shoulder.
No need to make it more awkward by letting her inner Snuggle Beast free.
Though she was supposed to be comforting him, his returning of the hug helped her anger dissipate with surprising speed. Finally loosening her grip, Tourma stepped back and evaluated his bicolored eyes with her own, as if to gauge how much crazy and freaking out still remained.
"You need to sleep," she finally decreed, reaching up to lightly scratch the infamous area where the Freaking Out Scritches occurred.
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 10:46 am
He allowed the scratching for a moment, still a bit bewildered, before his ear twitched beneath her touch and he shied back a bit out of her reach. He likewise seemed to be evaluating her, his eyes a turmoil of curiosity and a cocktail of other emotions and thoughts, given the night that had just unfolded.
At length he pushed them all out of hand, telling his brain that he had enough to think about as it was without needlessly piling MORE crap onto it.
"I dunno if I can." he told her. He was not quite jumping out of his skin anymore but the idea of actually relaxing enough to close his eyes didn't seem plausible.
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 10:56 am
Prepared for such a reaction, Tourma procured the bottle the bottle of NyQuil that she had brought in for such a purpose and offered it to him slowly but proudly. "Take some of this, and I'll stay with you till you fall asleep."
Her tail swished behind her, betraying her otherwise calm exterior.
Like him, her brain was a traffic jam of unsorted thoughts and preemptive analysis. Unlike him, the teen was well practiced at hiding emotions and pretending as if everything remained hunky dory.
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 11:34 am
He accepted the bottle of medicine and eyed the label uncertainly. It was stupid, but he'd had hang-ups about sleeping meds since he was a kid. Not that he wasn't to blame for it -- when he and Raven had been about six, they had seen a commercial for NyQuil on TV and every time they couldn't fall asleep for weeks following, they'd pestered their mother to let them have some.
Karma, being the pillar of maternal sensitivity that she was, had finally told them that taking NyQuil was a bad idea because it put you out so hard, you wouldn't be able to feel bugs crawling into your ears to make a home out of your head.
He, of course, knew better by now, but even so...
Screw it. All right. To argue at this point would be to just prolong things being awkward.
He uncapped the small plastic shotglass that served as its lid and fussed open the childproof safety lock. Pouring some of the vile green concoction out, he knocked it back, trying not to taste it.
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 12:10 pm
Patting his shoulder sympathetically, she took the bottle and lid from him and busied herself with closing the medicine and setting it out of the way. "Get comfy," she said with a gesture to the bed as she leaned over the desk. "I'm going to put some music on."
The explanation was more for him, so he didn't think that she was attempting to read his email or snoop on his computer. Once she had pulled up the website she had been searching for, Tourma adjusted the volume on the speakers so that the soft, ambient music wouldn't be too loud.
"This okay?" The teen finally asked.
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 3:43 pm
He usually didn't like having any noise going while he was trying to sleep. Except a fan or the air conditioner in the summer, anyway. But as he'd already resigned himself to the idea he wasn't going to be getting any sleep...
"Yeah its fine." he told her, slumping on the edge of his bed and reaching up to smooth hair out of his face. Either all the shocks to his system were finally catching up with him now that he'd found a moment of tranquility, or the NyQuil was already starting to work. Either way, he felt exhausted.
"You don't have to stay if you don't want to." he added, giving her the out if she might be seeking it as he rubbed at his eyes with the thumb and forefinger of one hand. "I mean, you were in the garage, you were probably working on stuff...."
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 3:56 pm
"Nonsense," she replied, turning off the light and then the monitor before carefully climbing over him. Tourma tried her best to move as daintily as possible, but she couldn't help but wince as the bed creaked ominously under her movements. Please dear gods don't let the bed break.
Getting herself comfortable behind him, she situated herself on her back and yawned. When she was happy with her limb arrangement, she patted the spot next to her and gave him a 'hurry up a*****e' look. Only with a bemused expression that didn't quite reach her eyes.
"I was about to come to bed anyways," the Skullmonkey added. The truth was that there was no way she'd be any sort of productive after what had happened.
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 4:19 pm
He exhaled a sigh, not in the frame of mind to argue and agreeably settled onto his side, wriggling a bit to put a polite distance between them. He never would have known that a few minutes ago, sleep had been the last thing on his mind as he reached up to tug his pillows down to be within reach of his head.
"Long as you're sure." he murmured, stifling a yawn and giving his tail a flick to free it from where it was pinned under one of his legs. It flagged limply across Tourma's ankles and settled there.
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 5:03 pm
"Mhmm," she murmured, trying to sound as exhausted as possible while reaching an arm over the foxcoon and pulling him up against her. It was snuggle time, damnit. Her own tail swished around a bit before finally settling across her legs and his own tail.
Honestly, Tourma remained wide awake, her mind busily processing all that had happened tonight. Besides, she was supposed to keep an eye out in case Slut Puppy came back for seconds.
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