Las Levendas REBOOT - Offical Thread

[sunflower.flow]

Present day - December 3rd

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With each day, this awful bar started to become more and more popular… and although after the first concert that scary woman-owner yelled at Bill for not singing the songs she chose, she was now as docile as a lamb. Money was more important to her. Bill became, in a way, the holy cow of this place - because thanks to him, more and more customers started to come here.

Bill had a concert today too…, and the man really couldn’t complain. He wasn’t making much money yet, but the satisfaction of having regular customers who admired him was more valuable. He loved to entertain the guests, talk to them and invite them to the stage. There was a very relaxed atmosphere in the bar. Besides, the drinks got better as well…

He stood on the stage, and the dazzling light of the spotlights blinded him. Bill saw no one but those in the front row. Bill smiled at them, seeing some familiar faces again. He sang the first, second, and third songs. Each time he was met with enormous applause and cheers. The next song was suggested by a new guy - a young boy with black curls that beautifully accentuated his strong cheekbones.

It was a good thing that the number chosen by the viewer was not too modern. Bill was not familiar with the songs of this decade. Fortunately, it was the “Ain’t Misbehavin’” that Bill knew like his own hand. Someone entered the bar while he was singing. Bill looked up and narrowed his eyes to see the person better. Through the striking light, he saw her… and almost fell off the stage. Was it really her? After all, it was impossible… She was not much older than him. She could not live that long and thus look so young. However, the resemblance was undeniable.

The woman ordered a drink and moved closer to the stage so now Bill could see her more clearly. That long, wavy brown hair that looked like cascades of dark chocolate. Those dark eyes resembled the sparkling dravities against the snow-white complexion of her skin. Bill’s voice trembled… he couldn’t really believe it. The beauty in front of him was a duplicate of his greatest love from so many years ago. It was for this mysterious maiden that he died. He came back here for her. Was fate really mocking him? Maybe it was just a mirage? Or perhaps the image of a tired brain? Was Bill starting to lose his mind?

The song ended, and Bill had to know. He had to see if the nymph in front of him was real. “Sorry, miss.” He turned to her. “You seem to be new here, ay? We have a tradition here that new guests propose another song for me to sing.” He smiled sluggishly at her, feeling the cold sweat trickle down his back, his voice trembling, his gaze lowering because looking at her made him lose his words. “But before that, can you, lady, tell me your name first?” he encouraged, handing her his microphone.

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@angelic ~ Belle LeGume

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@ethereal ~ here it is, yay

[elixr]

LOCATION: HER HOUSE // DECEMBER 2ND

Noticing Gaston’s eyes all over Aphro, she smirked in satisfaction. That proved that he couldn’t stay away from her for long. Or that’s what she thought. “Can’t get your eyes off of me?” she playfully twirled her hair and leaned on one leg, making herself look like a total snacc (yes, yes, I want her too). “Hey!” she snapped her finger in an attempt to make him pay attention to her. “Look at me when I’m talking to you! You can admire my body later.” She looked down to see herself and realised that she was still in her underwear. And this was the black, lacy one (used exclusively for sauna). No wonder he was staring (wow, what a creep).

“You wish we had a quarrel, wouldn’t you? Then you could have me all to yourself.” Aphro was left speechless. That was very smooth. After a hot second, she chuckled. “You wish!” she smiled and booped his nose. Why? She doesn’t know. She just felt like doing that. Gaston definitely would not have might not have liked that. “Anyway, wait in the living room. I’ll go get changed. My clothes aren’t very appropriate.”

She sighed, annoyed by his words. “And I don’t. Do you seriously think I have no other work than worrying about your stupid marriage?” she snapped. “If Belle not respecting you isn’t any of my concern, why would you tell it to me?” she crossed her arms and frowned at him. “Why am I sleeping with such an idiot?” she muttered to herself and rolled her eyes. “Oh, and what happened to not talking about our spouses when we’re together? Aw, did you forget about that, Ton-Ton?”

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@SUNFLOWER.FLOW

[sunflower.flow]

Previous day ~ December 2nd

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Gaston looked at her questioningly. Was she really trying to hide the fact that she liked him? Ha, pathetic. Gaston was sure (certain even) that if Belle had not existed, he and Aphro would have been married. He laughed bitterly. “Sure, sure. Of course.”

He grimaced at the feel of her finger on his nose. “What are you doing?” he asked, looking at her suspiciously. “You know very well that I hate when someone does that.” He shook his head, taking a few steps away from her. She was sometimes too clingy for him. At the wrong moments, that was.

The man sat down on the couch. He was rarely welcome to her living room. They spent more time in her bedroom, so Gaston didn’t really know what the rest of the woman’s house looked like. “Why do you want to change? For what?” the sincere surprise in his voice might have been almost amusing. However, Gaston was genuinely confused. “This outfit is… appropriate enough,” he added more evocatively. Gaston looked her over again, from top to bottom. He unbuttoned some more buttons of his shirt (which even before had shown a large part of his chest).

He put his arms on the headrest of the couch and sat back as if he was at his own house. “But you were the one who started the topic.” He frowned, not understanding her exasperation. “I don’t want to talk about this ungrateful wife of mine.” He snorted. “And stop calling me that! I hate that nickname."

Gaston sighed in frustration. Really, all the women were kind of stupid today. Maybe it was the air pressure? “You should be glad I am here. In the end, you begged me to stay, remember?" He laughed mockingly. “Aren’t you happy to see me again?”

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@elixr ~ Aphrodite Florakis

[ethereal]

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december third>> gaston

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To most, it would be visibly concerning when Gaston’s mood completly changed. His expression went from one similar to a grumbling raincloud to one similar to a light, sunny day. But to LeFou, it was not concerning-it was relieving, as if a ton of bricks had been lifed off his back. He did not like the feeling that Gaston was mad at him-not one bit. Not only had his compliance lifted his friend’s mood, but as a bonus, well, with no better way to put it, Gaston looked even more attractive this way. Lips curled into a strange, intriguing smile. Eyes lit up with self-satisfaction. LeFou felt a smidge of the same pride, knowing he had played a part in this. He also felt a tiny pinch of red creep into his cheeks. He exhaled lightly as he pocketed his phone.

Though, as one would expect, he had no romantic interest in this waitress, he did admire something about her-one thing in specific. She was bold. Giving two strangers you found attractive your number, willing to face rejection… LeFou was so unlike her. He could not make the first move-he didn’t know how to make a move in general. Someday, she would probably find a great guy, though not as great as Gaston, and be happy. But because he was…him… he would not. “Very well. You will not regret it.” Gaston spoke, and LeFou nodded, trying his best to put some pep in it so Gaston would not be suspicious. “Of that, I am sure.” No hint of a lie hid in his words, though he certainly was lying.

He turned as red as Gaston’s coat on the hanger, quickly using a napkin to wipe up any saliva and coffee on the table. Gaston’s disgusted expression was… a bit crushing, though it was mostly because of the whole…choking thing. Was that how he would look at LeFou if he made a move? He looked very ashamed as he ducked his head. “Sorry. It’s …” “Too sweet.” Him and Gaston finished speaking at the same time, leaving LeFou stunned, lips slightly parted. Though he didn’t mind the way their voices sounded at the same time, he didn’t know what “speaking over” Gaston might entail. Fortunately, Gaston was not looking at him with repulse anymore-he wasn’t looking at LeFou in general, but on his phone. LeFou ignored how rude that would normally be, instead sipping the coffee since he didn’t want to be wasteful.

He was once again able to snag Gaston’s oh-so-important attention when he asked ‘how that went’. Of course, he regretted asking this-he didn’t even want to know though he did care a bit. Excitement and passion danced in those dazzling blue eyes, likely the same passion they’d had when Gaston saw Aphro. As Gaston made himself comfortable, prepared to tell his story, LeFou watched him, with interest. “Ah yes…it went very well. Of course.” Gaston began, much to LeFou’s disappointment. He described her as pliable, and LeFou couldn’t help but take that the wrong way. “Sometimes she talks a lot about her…husband or something…or she acts like she wants to leave me, but…” He seemed like he was about to admit something, but instead puffed out his muscular chest. “she acts like she wants to leave me, but…she never will.” LeFou watched, almost entranced as the light peeked through the window, seeming to make Gaston glow. “I am the best lover she has ever had. And even though she doesn’t say it out loud, her… moans do it for her.” Lefou seemed to choke lightly at this… How awkward to hear those words spoken aloud by Gaston. “Of course. No one is better than Gaston,” he breathed out, perhaps in admiration, perhaps with envy.

o r p - @sunflower.flow ITS NOT BAD AT ALL! I hope to react soon.

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[sunflower.flow]

Present day ~ December 3rd

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Gaston looked up from the phone and frowned. What just happened here? Undeniably, the coffee was sweet, but… LeFou said the exact same thing at the exact same moment. His friend was surprised, Gaston - more thoughtful. He wondered how this unexpected event happened… and how to respond to it. After all, he could not show even a hint of uncertainty or confusion.

He nodded. “Hmm… yes” he grunted, overcoming the unpleasant silence that had surrounded them maliciously for those few seconds. He focused his blue eyes on the phone screen again, saving LeFou from having to react vocally to the situation. It was better for both of them to just ignore it.

He stared at the phone screen obsessively, but for an exceptionally understandable cause. As expected, Gaston never had an unreasonable reason to do something. Right now, he was waiting for a message from Belle. The man didn’t want to delude himself that she would text him - Belle was weird after all and difficult to unravel. However, from his perspective, he felt it would be polite to ask him if he had a good sleep or if their meeting was still up to date. Anything would be appropriate. Instead, he stared at a darkened screen that appeared to be mocking Gaston. The device watched him in unbearable silence as if it was quiet on purpose. The man felt if he had stared at the phone for a few more minutes, he would have gone mad. He put the device in his pocket, sighing theatrically. Essentially, to bring LeFou’s attention to his frustration. Not that he required him to cheer him up, of course not. Gaston needed no such thing - especially not someone’s pity.

Fortunately, his friend always made him feel better. And now, his filled with admiration comment made Belle’s horrible behavior from yesterday disappear momentarily out of his mind. “I know LeFou.” He replied proudly. Only now did his friend’s words make him feel uncomfortable. Only slightly, of course. After all, his friend couldn’t have possibly known if Gaston was good at THAT or not… and while the man liked to be praised… it was a bit too much. “Of course I am. Each of my female lovers knows about it," he added, louder than before, to let LeFou know his answer was a little out of place. Gaston cleared his throat and sipped some of his coffee. Only now did he remember that it was criminally sweet. He winced and put the cup farther away, not to make the same mistake.

And so Gaston decided to change the subject again. He pulled out 500 dollars in small currencies and put it on the table in front of LeFou. There was a slight commotion in the cafe. Some of the guests were whispering among themselves, wide-eyed, watching the bundle of money on the table. Gaston didn’t seem to care at all, though. He was actually pleased with all the attention. The man smirked.

“First of all.” He leaned towards his friend, happily noticing that this only caused even more curiosity among onlookers. “I slept in the hotel last night. Remember that. Second of all, you need to go to the tavern right now. Or soon, at least. Tell everyone who will be there and those who will come there at 6 p.m. that they know nothing, and if they say a word, I will deal with them myself." He turned his gaze towards the money. He patted the pile with his hand. “And if they’re still unconvinced, you probably know what to do.” Gaston stared at LeFou as if his friend was able to read everything from Gaston’s eyes. The man blinked twice, waiting for his friend’s approval.

“All is clear?” he asked, frowning and leaning even closer towards his companion.

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@ethereal ~ Marcel LeFou

Okaaaaay, it’s… weird, yes

[ethereal]

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december third>> gaston

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He once again had Gaston’s attention, though not exactly in the way he wanted. Gaston’s lips were turned down in a frown that was very unpleasant to LeFou. He did not set down his phone, as if he did not intend to keep his eyes on LeFou for much longer. His expression morphed from a light glower to one of thoughtfulness. LeFou was thinking too-though he doubted it was anything remotely similar to what Gaston was thinking. What was the former thinking about? The way Gaston’s deep, bellowing voice harmonized with his, lighter, but still masculine one. The odds that the two would say the exact same thing at the exact same time. Of course, he often wondered what Gaston was thinking about, though did he want to know? Before he could figure out what to say, Gaston’s deep eyes flicked back to his phone and he grunted. ”Hmm, yes.” LeFou did not reply-he got the vibe his companion would rather ignore the whole thing… and with how much he was looking into it, maybe it was best he did the same.

Gaston was staring at his device-his eyes filled with intensity. LeFou wished Gaston would look at him like that. He wondered what could be so interesting-a fling? Aphro? Belle? It couldn’t be a different friend, when Gaston’s best friend was sitting right in front of him. Although he still looked unentertained when he checked his phone-anything was more interesting than LeFou. LeFou eventually did look away, though quickly looked back when Gaston let out a rather large sigh. He knew he needed to cheer up Gaston. For a person like him, a simple, ”Are you okay?” would not do, Gaston was always okay-he was more than okay. Instead, he just looked at Gaston with a sort of blank expression-no sympathy and no pity in his small, dark pupils. “All the women in here are talking about you. And of course, the men too.” He said this very casually, yet his eyes sparkled. He was not lying, this was obviously true. Even the waitresses’s giggles could still be heard from behind the counter. Gaston should not be exasperated-he was Gaston!

”I know, LeFou.” His friend’s feathers began to ruffle with pride after the compliment, bringing a smile to LeFou’s face, feeling as if he’d done it again. But… ”Of course I am. Each of my female lovers knows about it,” Gaston added-and rather loudly at that. Though his voice was not usually quiet, this seemed like a tone of warning-one LeFou was familiar with-though not by any means comfortable with. He began to stammer, quickly trying to backpedal-make his response seem less… weird. “O-of course they would. I was only saying that, as naturally, you are the best in everything.” He looked away, the guilt obvious. He hadn’t been trying to imply he fantasized about what Gaston was like… when he did that. Though he did fantasize, obviously. As he looked away, he did not notice Gaston pushing the cup very far away from him with resentment. And when he turned back to take a sip of his drink-he sipped from Gaston’s cup instead. As they both had the same drink, he did not notice at first. Until he saw his real cup only inches away. His pupils grew tiny, and his mouth dropped open in horror. A red spread across his cheeks as he tried to comprehend what he had done.

The two got even more attention as Gaston pulled several bills out from his pocket, placing them on the table in front of his companion. Among the giggles and whispers, murmurs and questions began to become audible. He began to instruct LeFou, who perked up, listening very intently. He could not forget a single word. Slept in the hotel. They know nothing. Deal with them myself. You know what to do. LeFou nodded every sentence or so, just to show he did know what to do. Why? Because he’d done it before. Flawlessly, of course. It almost came naturally by now. Although some had gotten greedy, and he’d had to take out of his own pocket. Gaston blinked at him, waiting. Scooping up the money, LeFou nodded. “Of course, Gaston.” He said, slipping the warm bills into his pocket.

o r p - @sunflower.flow the drinking from the same cup is an ‘indirect kiss’ happy birthday, i hope i granted your wish somewhat.

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[bpalmer]

Archer
“Gen I wouldn’t do something like that.” I say as I cuddle with him. I smiled his grin made me feel at ease and I really needed that right now. I was still a bit shaken up about the situation. “I know you agreed before and that is one of only billions of reasons that I would never hire someone to do what those thugs did.” I giggled when he poked my nose. I smiled as he played with my hair. “Gen really if you need ice just let me know and then I can get it and cuddle more.”
@Meekepeek

[Meekepeek]

I smiled. “I know you wouldn’t” I reassured him. “They are just sad punks who feel the need to prove they aren’t as pathetic as they really are by stepping down on others, and those who are different are easy targets,” I said with a sigh before putting a hand on my stomach. it was slightly painful but ignored it. “I think it’s fine for now, if I stay like it’s pretty manageable” I tell him with a smile.
@bpalmer

[bpalmer]

Archer
I hold his hand and cuddle in I wanted him to feel better. “Gen I know I just want you safe ok I know its hard to stay safe with the types of people around here but I want you safe with me.” I say as I rub my thumb in small circles on his hand. “We should watch a movie or something honestly we should both shower again I got a bloody nose from bing hit and I an sure you are at least dirty if not bloody yourslf.”
@Meekepeek

[Meekepeek]

“I know, and I’m lucky to have you for it” I tell him with a smile. “A shower sounds both really good, and really bad at the same time” I said with a chuckle, but stopped as the movement hurt. “but it would mean I had to stop cuddling with you, and get up, which doesn’t sound as inviting as just laying here” I said with a smirk and a wink.
@bpalmer

[unsungcheerio]

Autumn was probably her favourite season. She enjoyed sweater weather a lot more than one would assume and curling up by the fire… or well, the vent in the bathroom… was a fun pastime to her. There was just a part of autumn that reminded her of nature falling asleep, and she saw it to be undeniable lovely.

By December, fall was wrapping up and freezing into winter, but on a day like today, it was more sun than icicles. The temperatures were still on the cooler side, but it wasn’t too bad at all, and when Anastasia left the apartment she shared with her sister, she only had to wear a light coat. Ana was technically supposed to be starting a shift that morning, but she’d managed to convince Elise to watch over the store while she went out for a few. Whether she meant a few minutes or hours… well, that was a different story.

It was a nice morning, the brisk wind pushing her along as her heeled black boots made their way down the pavement. It was pretty peaceful out, actually, a seemingly happy atmosphere in the city, but Ana knew better than to take it for anything deeper than a superficial contentedness. She hadn’t forgotten the girls who’d gone missing, who’d quite literally been wretched out of their lives for no apparent reason. The police force’s ineptitude of the disappointments upset her, though she was not entirely surprised—the wonderful city of Las Levendas was not known for its exceptional police force, to say the least. If, and this was a strong if, they did find the girls, Anastasia held little hope that the perpetrators would be.

Ana usually affected an indifferent attitude towards criminal happenings like this, but this was innocent children, and that made it exponentially more sad. Maybe she didn’t know them, but Ana always had a soft spot for kids, found them to be much better than the adults around her. Even now as she walked, a wayward football landed near her, bouncing around on the ground until it came to a stop on the road. Several dozens of feet away from her was a gaggle of little boys, who were looking at her with that pleading gaze kids had when they wanted you to retrieve the balls they’d thrown. She smiled lightly, then went out to retrieve it.

It should be said that while Anastasia had good upper arm strength, and theoretically could throw a football far, she has never actually stumbled across the opportunity to throw a football. So, when she walked from the road back onto the pavement, the large ball was awkward in her hands, and she struggled to figure out the proper form. Focused on that, she didn’t even notice the man on the bench and when she fumbled the first throw, the football’s path was intercepted by the head of the stranger, ricocheting off of his skull and skidding away from him.

“Oh sh^t!” The words fell from her mouth, and she gaped, moving into the actual park and regarding the man. “Are you okay? I- wow, yeah I’m sorry about that. Football, heh, not my strong suit.”

“Hey lady!” Anastasia looked to the group of kids, who appeared rather impatient about the whole lost ball situation. Like hello, could they not see that she had nearly decapitated this man? (an exaggeration but still, had they no empathy? Kids these days.) “Are you gonna sauce the ball back or what?”

Is this a… challenge? Her eyebrows lifted slightly, sprinkles of a smile drifting across her lips and she moved for the ball, adjusting its grip in her hands. She was a professional football player, a star quarterback in the Super Bowl. This wasn’t a park in the middle of a run-down city, this was a football stadium, and the bystanders were her adoring fans. Winding her arm back, she took a galloping start, before sending the football flying towards those insolent twelve-year-olds. Everyone held their breath, watching as the football cut through the air, wildly spinning—nothing like that spiral they usually had, this was spinning from top to bottom—and then spinning beyond the group and out of the park.

It hit the pavement on the other side of the green, hitting the ground with a force that made it rebound, ricocheting onto the middle of the road, where it skidded to a stop. Unfortunately, a tractor trailer came cruising down the road at this moment, and by the time all of its eighteen (or so ya girl isn’t gonna search up a whole pic okay yes) wheels had run over the football, it was flat. Flat as f^ck, like yeah that ball was not coming to life.

Her mouth fell open, and she uttered a second “oh sh!t,” a hand flying to her mouth as she watched the gang (yes they were no longer a gaggle) of twelve-year-olds turn on her, the blonde ringleader looking very p-ssed off. “Lady, what the f^ck!”

“Oh, hahaha what a funny turn of events, fun!” She flashed them a winning smile as they approached, the blonde muttering a string of curses (had she been this potty-mouthed at that age??), then turned to the man on the bench, flashing him an even more winningy smile. “Tell me you have a getaway vehicle I can steal?” How much of that was a joke, well, who could tell? One could notice Ana’s hands tucked into the pockets of her jacket, and who could say whether these pockets appeared deeper than they looked on the outside?

@sunflower.flow HI
Idk what this is but

[bpalmer]

Archer
I giggle and cuddle in more. “I mean I can’t argue with that. Your right cuddling is pretty nice.” I say as I take a deep breath and kiss his lips then lay back in his lap. I knew I had either really messed up doing that or I had done the right thing there was no gray area with what I had just done.
@Meekepeek

[Meekepeek]

I was taken back by his sudden action and kind of froze. “I…” I started while still being confused and my head just went blank after that one word. But it didn’t feel wrong, in fact, it felt okay. I took a deep breath and smiled at him. “Sorry…you just…you know…took my by surprise” I said with a chuckle.
@bpalmer
GIRLLLL YOU CAN’T JUST DO THAT TO ME!

[bpalmer]

Archer
I blush and nod as I get up. He was being polite I was definitely the one that just messed everything up. I headed to the bathroom I shouldn’t have done that. I messed up. I should have kept my emotions to myself. I took deep breaths trying to calm myself down. How could I have misread signals that badly? I thought he was interested. I thought to myself as I sat on the bathroom floor.
@Meekepeek I just couldn’t resist sorry

[Meekepeek]

I was confused when got up and walked away. I could see him blush, but he also looked hurt. I thought for a second before I realized I made it sound like I politely rejected him. I slowly got up and made my way to the bathroom where Archer was sitting. I let out a sigh before crouching down next to him. “I think you misunderstood what I was trying to say. Let me rephrase it” I said softly before I gently made him look at me and I softly pressed my lips on his.
@bpalmer
haha it’s fine, consider this payback

[bpalmer]

Archer
I looked up at Genosta with teary eyes as he tilted my head up. When he kissed me again I blushed and wrapped my arms around his waist as I kissed him back softy and pulled him into my lap. “I thought I had messed everything up I thought you were going to leave.” I was still panicking slightly and I just cuddled in as words spilled from my mouth. “Im glad that you feel the same way that I do because I don’t want to loose you.”
@Meekepeek

[Meekepeek]

“You’re not” I just tell him before kissing him again but shortly. “Now calm down” I added before I continued, but staying in a bit of a curled position was starting to become extremely painful and I pulled away with a hiss. “sorry” I tell him. “but no, you’re not losing me, sorry I gave you that impression” I tell him with a smile as I get up while holding my stomach. “I might take some ice after all while you shower” I chuckle and pulled him up. “But seriously Arch, I’m not going anywhere” I reassured him with a smile.
@bpalmer

[bpalmer]

Archer
I smile and nod as I hear him. “Honestly hearing that is a relief but yeah lets get you some ice and rest while I shower take it easy in my room ok.” I say as I smile and kiss his cheek as we walk to the kitchen. “Im trying to calm down and Im sorry I just have a little bit of abandonment issues.” I admitted as I bit my lip. “I have icepacks in my freezer.” I say as I pull a big one out. “Here baby now go lay in bed with this while I shower please.”
@Meekepeek

[Meekepeek]

I let out a sigh as I follow him. “It’s totally fine, I’ll try to be more careful, just know I’m not good at expressing these types of emotions” I tell him as I sat down on the bed with another his. “Okay, I will, but you should go shower now, I feel bad seeing that blood on you. it infuriates me to think someone did that to you” I said as I took the ice pack from him and layed down putting the ice on my stomach but the weight just made it hurt more so I moved on my side, hugging the ice pack slightly.
@bpalmer

[bpalmer]

Archer
“No its fine Im not either and it can come out a little much when I do.” I say as I hold his hand as I softly press the icepack to his stomach. I smile at him and grab him some clean clothes. “Here if you need to change go ahead. Im going to shower so we can cuddle.” I say as I ruffle his hair and head to the bathroom. “Love you and just take it easy Gen.” I say as I pat his head and take my clean clothes.
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