Patch slowly looked at him, barely able to see through the tears, her emotions and ability to regulate spiraling out of her control. Slowly, some of her skin seemed to change. (Don't be alarmed. This is part of her character. Apologies if it seems weird.) Across her nose and on her right cheek, stitches came into view, slightly bloody. Similar stitches appeared around her neck, wrists and elbows. (There's also a few other places, but I'm only mentioning what Tino can see.) It looked as if the stitches were what was holding her together. They were, in fact. She normally kept them camouflaged, but she could only do that with her emotions somewhat intact. Her time spent with Tino had corroded away at her self-training. She had struggled even more, because she thought that Tino would throw her away if he knew she was broken. But she couldn't keep it up anymore. She dropped her gaze from Tino's again, and sobbed into her hands. "S-see? I-I'm a monster. I'm a f-freak."
Tino watched her change, starting a little in surprise before smiling gently at her. He held her, his hand taking hers. "Patch." He mutters softly, running a hand through her hair. "Why on earth are you ashamed?" He whispers, kissing her forehead. He didn't care about the stitches. "You're no monster, love." He looks at her with gentle black orbs, smiling softly in assurance. "You think I would leave you? Think again, love." He whispers.
Patch felt confused. How come he wasn't he disgusted of her like so many others? "W-why do you still-hic- l-love me?" She hiccuped. "Everyone else- hic- is disgusted… I'm falling- hic- apart." She looked down and played with some loose string attached to her wrist, waiting for his answer.
(Is it just me, or does Tino seem to be embracing his European side more and more? I'd like to throw a few Europen vs. American jokes in here. I enjoy those "arguments".)
Lol, Asher is just sitting in the corner of the mansion..//
(As soon as Toby finally gets to just before he kills his father, Slendy will come around and give assignments. Asher will have more to do then. Sorry you have nothing to do.)
Tino hugged her gently, kissing her forehead. "You think I judge by appearances? For God's sake, no. I love you for who you are Patch." He kisses her lips gently. "That will never change for as long as I live."
//hey, sorry I haven't been on
"Can you check for them?" Toby tilted his head slightly
Patch wrapped her arms around Tino's neck and tucked herself closer to him. "I hope-hic- it's for a long -hic- time." Tears were still rolling down her face, but there were a lot less than a few minutes ago. She leaned into his kiss. She liked it when he gave her affection like this. When she pulled back, she said, "Guess how much I-hic- love you?" She smiled weakly, quoting her favorite childhood storybook.
(Imma have Slendy join Takala when she goes to look for waffles. That ok Delta?)
Tino nods and smiles softly. "I do as well, love." He replies gently. He loved her so much. He slowly began to kiss away her tears. "How much?" He asks curiously as he gazes down on her lovingly. He smiles and runs his thumb along her cheek gently.
(I actually am planning to "kill" Tino.)
(That will be an amazing plot drive! Go ahead with that!)
She giggled at his gentle kisses. "To the end of space and back again!" She rocked back and forth on his lap, acting like a child. She laughed loudly at something and fell off of him. She rolled around on the bed. She wasn't doing this on purpose. She had no control though. Underneath her happiness, she was terrified of herself. 'What was going on?!'
Slenderman had transported to a hospital. He sensed one of his proxies inside. He also sensed another person. "How unusual…" He cloaked himself and walked inside, startling a nurse with a seemingly empty door opening. He strode past and headed towards his proxie. Now that he was in the building, he could tell it was Takala. Now he was confused.
please stop letting this computer pages online ..close all your windows!!
(Sorry, must've left it on on one of the school computers and had a teacher type that. Eesh. Sorry about that. Glad nothing worse happened.)
Yeah, I wonder if the teach read the responses….//
(I'd be rolling on the floor, dying of laughter in the vice-principal's office if they did.)
(I'd probably also either get put on the watch list or sent to a mental hospital.)
weeelp, what to do with asher, what to do…//
//what the heck happened to Jeff lol?
