forum Talk About Double Trouble

Started December 13, 2019 by Deleted user

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"Oh ew ick. Oh well. I guess it'll feel sorta like the one times my siblings painted on my back. That was an…interesting day. I was basically a nude model. Sorta." She laughed a bit. "Come fix me up, doctor."

Zenith frowns. "I'm not a doctor, but okay. Here, let me go get a samp- KATSUMI STOP TAKING MY BLOOD SAMPLES EVERY TIME YOU GET A PAPER CUT!"

Theres a muffled response from the other room.

Zenith sighs. "Okay. Fine. Hard way. Don't have John here to do a blood draw, so…" Zenith trails off, pulling out a knife. "Time to stab myself. Again.

Evelyn giggles and looks away. "I'll give ya some privacy. Most of the bruises and such are on my back. Just lift up my shirt and apply it whenever." She then stretched out completely and buried her face into the cushion.

Zenith tilts his head. "I- you're not supposed to touch or move other people's clothing…" He sounds genuinely confused. While speaking, he starts drawing small lines across his skin to fill a vial, not even flinching or reacting to the pain.

"Oh? Well sometimes it's okay if you have consent from the other person. But. Alright…does it bother you if I take off the whole shirt? Don't worry, I'm wearing a bra underneath." She looked at him questioningly.

Zenith blinks. Before he can stop himself, he says, "I mean, sure. I don't know what a bra is, but if taking of your shirt makes it easier, then sure."

She took off her shirt. Underneath her bra was faded pink and worn, a favorite comfy bra of hers. She lay back face down on the couch. "A bra is basically underwear for your boobs. Boobs are meat sacks on a girl that basically are for pleasure and to feed babies." She said, her face turning to him.

Zenith tilts his head. "That sounds… odd. But okay." He finishes up with the blood, but hesitates. "You sure you're okay with this?" No one has ever been so calm about the 'Hey, I can heal your injuries- with BLOOD'

(Lol poor Zenith)

(Evelyn has done a LOT of weird shit. I promise you she's so chill with everything. He's SO innocent and Evelyn's a sex addict so this'll be interesting) She nodded. "Human bodies are weird ma dude. I'm McChill with it."

Zenith frowns. "Mc- McChill?" He looks so confused. Its kind of sad, really. He looks hopelessly lost- and he is.

"It's a saying. I'm saying I'm okay with it, ya dork." She shook her head. "It's alright, I'm pretty confusing."

Zenith tilts his head. "So usually I just give the blood to a person and they do it, so I have no idea what I'm doing."

"Just rub it on my back, like putting on lotion, and see what happens?" She said, looking at him.

Zenith starts internally questioning what the h*ll lotion is. "I, uh… okay?" He sits down next to her, and gives a nervous laugh. "Uh, come here often?" He jokes, starting to put the blood on his hands.

"Not often enough, though I should with a face like that." She giggled a bit with a smile, relaxing as she watched him.

Zenith feels his face go hot. "I- uh…" Is his face on fire? It feels like its on fire. WIthout saying a word, he starts putting his blood over her injuries, which heal before a second has passed since they were touched.

She relaxed into his hands. "Well look at whose blushing huh?" She reached over and lazily poked his stomach, a soft smile on her face. By the time he had finished she was actually dozing off on the couch. It felt like a massage and had relaxed her into a very cuddly and sleepy state. Besides, the day already had been so wild and exhausting. She mumbled something right before dozing off. "I could see me loving a face like that…"

Zenith blinks. Once. Twice. It takes him a moment to realize she fell asleep. He quietly mumbles to himself about how she was just tired, reminding himself that he's not someone who gets to have love, and cursing Katsumi for getting him to go on the d*mn website in the first place. He- he doesn't deserve this. He doesn't deserve someone like her. He quietly makes his way to the corner of the room and sits down. "What on earth is going on?" He mumbles to himself.

About a half hour she wakes up again,stretches, sits up, then puts on her shirt, humming a bit as she stood up and stretched more, in a very warm and fuzzy mood.

Zenith is still in the corner, barely visible from the angle Evelyn is at, the TV in between them. "Hey." Zenith murmurs, getting to his feet.

She walks over with concern, and sits on the floor next to him. "Hey, you alright? You look really depressed, sad. Anxious. Broken. You need anything?" She asked softly, an arm around his shoulders as she looked him in the eyes.

Zenith startles a little. "I- I'm good, I'm good. Th- thanks for asking." He looks away.

"Hey now. Don't lie to me. I don't much like liars." She said, arms crossed, giving him a VERY doubtful look.

Zenith gets to his feet. "Really, I- I'm fine. Nothing to worry about." He puts on a relatively realistic smile. "Really, I should be asking you that. Wasn't long ago you were covered in bruises." He quickly changes the subject.

"I'm fine, now sit down. I'm not done with you! You liar. I know a fake smile when I see one. Don't say your fine. No one is TRULY fine. Cmon. Talk to me. I'd talk to you if you noticed I was down. It may be a slow talk, but eventually I would."