forum Glass on the Floor (Private Roleplay with Thighhigh once again)(Stalkers welcome)

Started May 23, 2019 by Deleted user

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Or me, apparently. She hunched her shoulders a bit more, nodding as she listened. Her eyes flickered to Lorine's camera, uncomfortable having this conversation while being watched. "Well, you…look more grown up."

Baylee didn't seem to notice as he shifted uncomfortably. "I don't like it, to be honest. I look like a 30 year old now. Hell, I didn't know I could even grow facial hair."

Eve tugged on her jacket sleeves again, nodding. She was once again unsure what to say, and grasping at nothing at this point. It'd been so long, what used to be comfortable casual conversation was now awkward for both of them. "I almost didn't recognize you when you first.." She trailed off, unsure what to even call the switch from Rich to Baylee.

"Most people don't," he said, shrugging. "Rich is a former Marine, so he keeps my body in the best shape he can."

"Ah, that explains it." She said quietly, nodding. She continued tugging at her sleeves, looking around the room now.

Lorine shook her head and turned her camera off, shoving her hands in his pockets. "I'll give you two some space. I'll be upstairs if you need me." She walked out of the room and shut the door.
"I'm….sorry for running off," Baylee said, looking down at his feet. "I should've at least told you."

Evelyn's eyes returned to Baylee, filled with nervousness and something else. Something a bit more like confusion. She shook her head, hurrying to speak. "Don't-you shouldn't have to apologize. I get it, Baylee. Well, not get it get it, obviously, but I under-fuck." The swear was startling coming from her, as she very much hadn't been the type to swear before. "I really hope you know what I mean, or I sound incredibly stupid right now."

"I….I get it's a lot to take in," he mumbled. "That town….that entire state just became too much for me."
His face twisted in what seemed like a mix of rage and confusion. "I felt like I was being pressed in on all sides. Like everyone was against me." His voice quieted as he said, "Even you."

Her shoulders slumped, but she nodded, looking back down at her hands. “That makes sense. You-it was good you left, good for you I mean. Better for you than that town.” She was quiet for a moment before speaking, her voice incredibly soft. “I’m sorry I couldn’t be what you needed. I was stupid-and didn’t understand, and instead of trying to I…was just a horrible friend.”

"You were just confused," he defended, "It's not every day your friend is suddenly 5 different people."

"But that doesn't excuse anything, Baylee." She said softly, a sad regret underlining her tone as she fiddled with her hands again. A tick she had mostly gotten rid of, before everything. "And I'm really sorry for that. Confused or not, I should have been there for you. All of you."

"Well, you're here now. And that's what matters," he said, sounding a bit more confident. "How long are you planning on staying in town?"

"I-….don't actually know." She frowned down at her lap, thinking. "I didn't really think much about coming out here. I just kind of…did."

"I have an extra room," he said, smiling slightly to try and break the awkwardness. "You can stay there. Rich has a job, so I'll be gone until five. After that….we'll figure out something to do."

She blinked, looking up finally and meeting his eyes. "Are you-are you sure? I don't want to impose or…fuck things up again, Baylee. And I know Rich doesn't like me, not that I blame him."

"Rich cares about me enough to at least tolerate you," he said with finality. This tone of voice was almost never heard from him before. "Have you had dinner yet?"

Her shoulders slumped with a sigh, and she shook her head. "I-uh, no. Haven't eaten since the apple I had this morning. I haven't really been all that hungry."

"I can make you dinner," he said, jabbing a thumb towards the door that Lorine had walked out a few minutes ago. "I learn a bit since I've been gone."

"You're already letting me stay here, I really don't want to be too much of a bother-" Her stomach growling cut her off, turning her a bright red. "I-er-"

He waved it off. "You're eating, and that's final."
Baylee got up to his feet and stretched, his joints popping in multiple different places before walking to the door and opening it.

Evelyn opened her mouth to continue arguing, but decided it wasn't really worth it. Besides, he didn't seem like he'd be taking any other answer than 'okay'. Hesitantly, she stood from the couch, tucking her hands into her jacket pockets as she followed him.

"How'd things go?" Lorine asked from the couch. They had walked out into the living room, where she sat watching TV.
"Fine. Do you want some dinner?"
"No, I was just about to leave for home. Thank you though."
"Drive safe!" he said as they walked straight through the living room and, after opening another door, into the kitchen.

Evelyn followed after Baylee, lifting a hand from her pocket in a wave goodbye to Lorine. She shot the woman a slightly shy smile, ducking her head once more as she stepped into the kitchen after Baylee. She lifted her head to look around, her hair falling into her face.

"What are you craving right now?" he asked. he kitchen was small, with a single stove, a small microwave on the counter, and a fridge right to the left of the door.

“Um…broccoli?” She sounded more like she was asking than anything, pulling her hands from her pockets to fiddle with her hair. “I don’t..know.”

He glanced over at his old friend, a concerned look on his face. "Is….everything alright?"

“Just not super hungry. My stomach’s adjusted to my diet, I guess.” She very visibly didn’t need any sort of diet, already tiny in height and body type.

He frowned, studying her for a moment. "You're on a diet? There's barely anything of you there."

She looked down, frowning at her own body for a moment before looking up. “I’m pretty sure we’re not seeing the same thing.”

Baylee shook his head, turning to his fridge and opening it. "Out of everyone I know, you need a diet the least."