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 Posted: Mon May 04, 2009 10:51 pm
Ooooh-- Being old sucked!
Firstly, every time she looked into a magazine, there it was!! Some girl much happier and prettier and certainly far better dressed! And the summer issues? The worst. She’d look at those girls, with their flawless, smooth legs--
And then realize that her own legs were not only hairy, but striped with red.
Their smiles? Their flawless bright faces? The light bands of colour that decorated their eyelids? It was too much! No wonder Tepin failed in getting a boyfriend-- compared to these girls, she was just a dirty little raccoon!
Oh, and that wasn’t even the worst of her worries: Age had brought more than just an increased bust!
She sat, perched and waiting, in her favorite chair, her falcon eyes staring down that door as if something might burst from it suddenly. He would come home, and then he would go out. There was no way she was going to leave, not feeling the way she did, and looking the way she did…
And smelling the way she did!
It was horrible! Just horrible! There was no reason why any of this should ever happen at all!
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2009 11:00 pm
Work was another day of dodging the twins' questions. They were getting more persistent, not content with accepting his hasty cover-up for all things godly and cannibalistic. And they were getting suspicious, wondering where Tepin was.
It was hard, hiding from them. They knew all his sneak-aways.
But today was over. Work was done. He pried at the thick and rough gloves still covering his hands, fumbling for his keys with one fabric thumb clenched between his teeth. Why did he have so many keys? He only had one house! No car, not even a bike.
Where did they all come from?
"Aha!" he muttered, finding the right one and tucking the gloves under his arm, unlocking the door and pushing it open.
"I'm ho-" he began, and then cut off as quickly as he'd begun, ducking right back out.
His nose! His poor, sensitive nose!
The smell had hit him like a truck. Strange and itchy, one breath had his head reeling.
What was it? It smelled like blood, but more than blood--
Covering his nose with the cloth of his t-shirt, he stuck his head back in the doorway, looking around anxiously.
"Tepin?"
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2009 11:09 pm
Her eyes held the loathing of a million women! What was he, a baby? Couldn’t he at least tolerate the smell, when there was so much that she had to deal with? Couldn’t he at least try to support her?!
“What?” She snapped out, arms crossed over her stomach as her legs were pulled up tight against her. She was dressed comfortably in old sweatpants and his new sweatshirt, glaring at him like some bundle of hate.
What a weakling! Ducking out like that! She never got to duck out, when it hit her! And here he was, acting like it was so horrible! He didn’t know the half of it! He thought this was so horrible! Peh! Try having him deal with what she was going through, and see how he liked it!!
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2009 11:12 pm
Gah! His eyes were watering!
He peered warily into the room, looking at Tepin before looking around cautiously.
"Did...did something happen?"
Did something die in here?
Did you mix blood and perfume together?
He knew. He knew there was something about this situation, something vaguely familiar. But no matter how hard he wracked his brain, he couldn't figure it out.
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2009 11:21 pm
“Oh, no~ Nothing at all! Nothing so bad you can’t just leave me here all day!” She huffed, pulling her legs in closer.
In a desperate attempt, she had shoved several wads of toilet paper into her panties. Even now, she feared that the blood might overtake them and begin to stain her clothes… But what could she do!? It’s not like she could find anything to help, and-- and--
What was she supposed to do anyway!? There was no mother here to help and guide her!
“I just, you know, started to bleed, Vale, to bleed. And I didn’t even do anything wrong! God just hates me and decided I needed to bleed out my crotch is all!”
Her glaring form was almost akin to an angry kitten, puffed up in a threatened ball in her chair.
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2009 11:31 pm
He blinked dumbly at her, collar of his shirt pulled over his nose.
She was pissed. Very pissed. Instinctively, he knew not to piss her off further.
But...blood? Wait!
"V'ait," he frowned, ears flicking and brow furrowing in confusion. "You mean...that? But v'omen don't...you're not eighteen yet!" He sputtered. His world had been turned upside-down.
Women didn't hit puberty until they were eighteen, right?
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2009 11:44 pm
“You idiot!” Her face burned bright red, and she pulled her legs in even closer, “ ‘Becoming a woman’ doesn’t mean when you legally do! It doesn’t just magi--”
No. Her head dropped quickly to her knees. No. He really just didn’t--
He really didn’t---
She groaned, pulling her head high enough to glare at him from under her bangs.
“I need stuff for this, unless you want me to stain everything.”
“And,” She added weakly, her look softened by pain, “Some painkillers.”
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Posted: Tue May 05, 2009 12:00 am
He fidgeted underneath the glare, blinking more in confusion.
"Stuff?"
He didn't know. He didn't know anything! His mother had never, and of course Sydni hadn't!
"Like...v'hat?" he ventured, carefully shuffling closer despite the smell that was still making his head spin. "Towels?"
He paused, and suggested more helpfully. "Red towels?"
Painkillers? He blinked dubiously at that. Valeriu didn't believe in painkillers. Had never even taken aspirin. He'd never seen the use, and never seriously believed it worked well enough to actually bother to pay for.
He wasn't about to say that, though. Not at the risk of getting another glare.
He ruffled her hair, other hand still covering his sensitive nose.
"Make a list, I v'ill get you this...stuff."
Red towels. That couldn't be that hard to find.
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Posted: Tue May 05, 2009 12:08 am
She shuffled like a hermit over to the kitchen, grunting in disapproval that he should make her move in this pathetic state. How dare he?
She grunted a little louder as she found the note pad and pen, scrawling in a heavy hand a list of things.
Pads.
Tampons.
Painkillers.
Magazines.
Television.
Chocolate!! (This last item was underlined a few times and written with a much heavier hand.)
Returning with a scowl, she shoved the pad into his chest before huddling once more into her chair, frowning up at him with sheer and utter hatred that made it all too quick that he better be quick.
And that he better come back with every single item on that list or so help him god….!!!
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Posted: Tue May 05, 2009 12:10 am
Pads? Tampons?
What were those?
He didn't dare ask, though. He took one look at her face, and fled back out the door like a bat out of hell.
No questions asked. He'd figure it out.
God, women were scary.
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