forum Remember Me // Superhero One-on-One // Stalkers Welcome

Started May 16, 2019 by @WriteOutofTime

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James fell silent and looked down at the ground, sighing softly. "Well… I wish I could help. But I dunno if you want me to tag along or not." He laughed nervously, squeezing the cup between his hands.

"I don't know if that'd be a good idea," she said, her mouth twisting, "it's dangerous, like you said. And you're in no state, physical or mental, to do anything risky."

James sighed and nodded slowly, taking another sip of his drink. "So what will I do in the meantime? I can take care of your house?" He suddenly suggested, looking up at her with a bright smile at his idea.

Nyir grimaced at the idea, her eyes narrowing. "Okay, new plan. I go and investigate, very briefly, while you sit still and do absolutely nothing. Then when you're better, we'll investigate properly."

"Nothing? I'll get boooooored!" He whined, his voice raising to a loud whimper. "Are you sure I can't clean or… or do something? And you said it'd be smart if you just went! Not me."

"Look, if you touch anything I'll throw you out so fast." She glared at him. How dare he be this childish? "The original plan was that you'd stay here. I didn't realize you'd be moving around and trying to touch my things!"

"But cleaning? I won't touch your stuff, I-I don't want to get in your way," He quickly tried to soothe over, practically throwing his empty cup back onto the table in front of him.

"Absolutely not." Her glare intensified as she grabbed his discarded cup off the table. "You will not clean. You will not touch. You will not leave this couch. Repeat that back to me."

"Not even touch?" He protested softly, his eyes saddening drastically as he gazed desperately at her.
"Okay… I will not clean. I will not touch." He stopped there. He didn't care what she said, he was gonna leave the couch.

She noticed that he hadn't said that he wouldn't leave the couch, but she let it drop. "At least don't leave this room, got it?"

"What if I wanna take a bath or something?" He challenged with a grumpy little frown, crossing his arms child-like.

"Then ask me, and I'll escort you," she said, menacingly. "Don't push it."

"I don't want to be escorted back and forth to the bathroom," He protested boldly, ignoring her warning. He was sure she wasn't gonna do anything.

"Listen." She leaned forward, her face inches from his, and grabbed him by the collar. Her voice was dangerously low. "I am going against my better judgement and letting you share my home. Either you listen to my every command, or I send you back onto the street you almost died in. Am I clear?"

James gasped lightly, struggling against her and eventually slipping out of his dirty shirt in haste to escape her strong hands.
"Yes, yes, I understand! Please don't do that. I don't like it."

"And I don't like it when you question my authority," Nyir said, shrugging and leaning back as though she hadn't been terrifying moments before. "Glad we're on the same page now."

James decided he didn't want his shirt on anymore, and simply kept it off, his eyes heavy and distrusting of her, now.
"Right," He just muttered simply, his child-like face gone.

For half a moment she felt bad for him. His face had lost its innocent glow in the span of a few seconds. She shook that thought away. Served him right for being so petulant. Without the shirt and the childish expression though, she was suddenly made aware of two facts: 1) he was quite good looking, and 2) she was really housing a dangerous, fully grown man in her tiny apartment. "I wish I didn't have to use force," she said, the closest she would get to an apology.

James just huffed at her messing with the threads on his shirt for something to do. He could feel her watching him and greatly disliked it. He kind of wished she would leave to go do something so he could just relax with his filthy shirt off.
"Anyway, what are you gonna do now?"

She didn't reply, glancing away from him. She wanted to investigate the cause of his injuries, of course. But she also wanted to investigate him. She thought about asking a few heroes if they had any information on him, but thought better of it. Instead, she decided she'd stay and watch him a while longer. Perhaps he'd regain his memory. "Are you hungry?" she said at last.

James himself probably didn't have much chance of recovery, and he would think so if he knew that he had actually lost some of it. He didn't ask the question again, just shrugged limply.
"I'm not hungry."

"Suit yourself," she said, standing and heading to the kitchen. She began to make herself a smoothie. It could be weeks, if not months, before the villain remembered anything. There was no way she'd be able to keep a fully grown adult cooped up on a couch for that long. She grimaced. What was she going to do with him in the meantime?