Embry looked down at the ground, ashamed he even had that outburst in the first place. Despite it being uncontrollable, and even happening against his own will, he still managed to feel bad about the whole thing entirely. He then put his hand over his mouth, feeling another cluster of blood moving up his throat. Once it finally came out, he spit it all up in his hand then returned it back into his body by pouring it back down into where it came from.
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Azami grimaced and sat back in her seat,
continuing to spin.
Embry stayed standing for a while until he eventually wobbled to the point where he fell back into the seat he'd sat in earlier. He didn't know what else to say in terms of making small talk, and it's not like he really did talk much otherwise. He was known in this place for being that silent dude who occasionally coughed up blood. He didn't like being the one to hone that title, but it wasn't like there was anyone else who could fit that moniker.
Azima slowly spun in circles going back to her usual silence as well, she didnt know very much about people, considering her parents kept her boarded up her entire life, and when she was around people at school, no one really talked to her much anyway.
Embry was just about to cough again before he heard the sound of the conference room's door opening, or at least thought he did. It turned out to be a door right across from the conference room, rather than the actual conference room door. "Seems like nobody else is coming. That's odd. I mean… I know a few of them were discharged but holy shit, there's literally nobody in this room but us."
Azami gave a shrug "maybe their just late" she offered in response, her hands clenching the bottom of her skirt.
"Yeah, maybe, but it's almost been an hour. Don't you think that, if they were late, they'd at least be here now?" he asked, tapping his foot against the ground and his finger against the table.
Azami shrugged "I don't know man!" she said squeakily, her white eyebrows moving upward on her face
"I'm just trying to think of why the worker isn't even here yet" she said.
"Maybe it's an off day and we didn't know it," Embry suggested. "Could be a holiday or something."
Azami shrugged
"the lady on the phone told me to be here today…" she said suspiciously
"alright if a worker does not show up in the next ten minutes, i'm leaving" she said solemnly.
"Now that's weird," Embry replied, banging his head on the table a few times afterward. "if it's not a holiday, then why else would anyone not show up?" Just then, someone walked in. As far as Embry was concerned, though, they weren't a worker, nor a member. Instead, it was one of the admins. They had rushed in to assure the two that someone was coming.
"its about time! we've been sitting here for a whole fucking hour!" Azami spat at the admin, her eyebrows furrowed in anger
she secretly flipped the admin's back off as they turned around and walked out, rolling her eyes.
Embry nodded in agreement with Azami's overtly frustrated statement. As the admin walked out, he didn't do anything besides cough. This time he didn't clean up the blood; or, rather, he cleaned most of it, leaving the rest to dry without even realizing it.
Azami was tired and her head, resulting in neverending attitude and crankiness, she pointed at Embry
"whats with the blood? why do you cough it up? and are you a fucking vampire or something is that why you lick it back up?" she asked loudly, her voice stern.
Embry shook his head. "You know about as much as I do, in terms of the blood. I've been sick like this ever since I spent my first night with God's Own. I've tried seeking treatment but it doesn't work. As for the vampire thing… No, I'm not one of them. I simply lick it back up because I see no use in wiping it away when I can simply use it to restore my lost blood."
Azami shivered a little, part in coldness, the other in disgust.
"Thats disgusting" she said in response "I love it" she said slyly "I bet it freaks people the fuck out" she said excitedly, pushing herself forward in her chair.
"Oh, trust, it does. People fear me for it," Embry replied with a tone almost as sly as Azami's. "I've found that doing it is kind of a way to say 'fuck you' to the people who heavily dislike it. But it's also my way of showing that I'm a fucking brute and will not deny that I am one."
Azami clapped happily, nodding her head violently
"oh I love that, my sister used to be disgusted by my white hair, but she was blonde…like bleach blonde, so one time I put platinum hair dye in her conditioner bottle, and boom, she had white hair" she said giggling.
"Oh man, how did she react?" Embry asked, practically on the edge of his seat.
Azami scooted closer, leaning over towards Embry,
she put a hand to her mouth like a little kid telling a secret and said,
"she fucking hated it." With a giggle.
"How lovely," he replied, snickering like a little kid, rolling along with the whole 'little kid secrecy' theme. He then leaned back in his chair, far enough so to where he almost fell over. He coughed again, this cough harsher than the last, causing a ton of blood to spray from his mouth. He wiped it away and lapped it up off the hand he used to clean it off, then grabbed a few tissues to handle the excess. As he did so, he began to wobble heavily, seeing as the major blood loss was now starting to take its toll on him. He seemed used to it, however.
Azami sat back, a smile still on her lips, as she laughed softly to herself, remembering how her sister had chased her with a knife when she was out of the shower.
Embry threw away the blood-soaked tissues and wobbled his way back to his chair, sitting down and banging his head on the desk again. He ran out of things to talk about and stuff to do, so given, he resorted to the head-bashing technique.
(hey, im back, sorry I disappeared so long, I had to turn my chromebook in for the summer)