Strawberries or blueberries? [INV]

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Caught within her peripheral vision, the fingers that released the door promptly reattached themselves upon the knob, holding the door as her body paused—There was a seriousness in those hues, wasn’t there? Guiding her ruby hues in the direction she felt greeted from, the serious expression, she thought she was met with, had changed instantaneously to something a bit more generous or accommodating. Such a greeting had been met with quite the neutrality, not a single shift to her lips nor slightest change to her expression… Dull lit hues held to a deep red, insensitivity and lack of interest painted her face—Her voice was no different.

Her body did well to disguise the irritation and excruciating pulsations, in spite of that, there was subtle alterations to her movement compared to the proper posture a person would use. Nonetheless, that didn’t seem like the only unhidden thing, her own reiatsu and the presence within it had been picked upon in secret. Indeed, she was delicate and insignificant when compared those beyond her, however, there was something within that sung and it displayed itself with the passage of time.

“I suppose you can assume that.” She replied in a gentle lull of voice, such a lull that the hollow and dreary alleyways offered more warm with their icy breeze. Titled as her canine teeth upon the top and bottom, they were quite sharp in point, those orbs called her eyes were proof of another set of influence and hidden point of her ears kept themselves hidden beneath her hair. Ceasing all movement upon reaching the counter, her lips parted once more to speak up, but she fell short on that. ‘Wait a second.’ she thought to herself.

With her pause to the counter, that gentle returned gaze became a narrow of her hues and a judging stare upon this silver man that greeted her, she hid not the fact she was scanning him over and was not going to pretend to either. It may have seemed a bit weird, possibly took a completely different way and despite that, she recalled the humorous words that Iiname had told her. Be warned about the goblin of silver hair. Oh, there was a tickle to her soul. There was a shift in her spirit too. Had she expected some arrancar creature? Of course, she wouldn’t throw something like that to the sky.

As such a tickle to her, a rare poke to a funny bone of hers, she subjected herself into traveling this side of town by experiencing it in the feet of a hollowfied lizard and now, being at the cafe and seeing what the lizard meant. There was just something that tickled her. Attempting to not make this awkward in all sense of the words, she tried her damndest to keep the most stoic expression she could manage. “I’d—Hee.” She spoke almost inaudibly with a titter escaping her throat. ‘Horribly disfigured, huh?’ she thought in humor as she tried to hide this moment. It was cute, honestly. ‘Wonder how he’d react to hearing such.’ She wanted to entertain it.

Attempting to speak over it, she carried on as she choked on the humor she was enlightened on. To the point a hand moved itself to her throat in a light squeeze to control herself, her gaze moving to the note in hand while she slipped that in her plush. “I’d like to request something that either had blueberry in a tarte or pastry. Or something as a drink held to tea with honey. Please.” She said in a strong revert back into her dull and stoic tone, speaking as dry as the desert.

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Disgusting, is what one side of her thought. Such a creature had the ability to draw such a thing from her in this day and within this age, it’d be wise to resolve this influence before an issue choose to arise. It’d be quite bad for her and the creature in question too. Perishing the thoughts, escaping her mouth, the sharp exhale rolled off her lips with the collecting of herself. The gentle squeeze to her throat aided the management of her control and with such a control being restored, the words replied to her did not do much to spark a reaction. Despite how easily those could insulted someone, but not someone like her. She knew how to handle such situations.

“I apologize.” Empty apologizes were the worst, especially when emotion or a feeling was not located for the true meaning of it. However, was she apologizing for her titter or the fact she was too straight forward? “I do not pretend to be interested in small conversations and direct myself to a point when an obvious welcome has be presented...” She replied. It’d be a shame if he thought she was friendly due to her attire and almost humored tone earlier. In darker area, the truth was she didn’t actually like being a bothered, it was another reason to her poor conversation skills in these matters. Her hues directed themselves in follow to the fleeing man, as those words presented themselves. And yes, she was speaking on his reaction upon her walking in.

He didn’t deny her request, which is what she looked for and he seemed quite humor by it. So, did that mean she had to stick around? Did she need to take more consideration in what Iiname said? She was not in a condition to fight, physically and it wasn’t just due to her wounds. It took a special few situations for Sayuri to, willing, seek a place out for food and go as far as to request in form of a conversation. Something she always needed Lissa for as she was no good at these things. However, what did he mean by mask?

As her thought dared to question the meaning of what Iiname meant, her attention kept itself to what the man had been doing and if she hadn’t known the wiser, he seemed to preparing her food of the sort—Could she request that to go? Was it discomfort or her desire to use an excuse? Returning with a plate of food it seemed, Sayuri didn’t sit quite well with his words either and she had been too careless too. To the point, she expressed a reaction with her eyes closing and her face almost seeming perplexed for reasons.

‘Is it that obvious?’ She wanted to say, but choose not to. She did not like anyone or thing that peered easily into her. Did she smell like blood? She should have accepted that much from the information given to her. Though, she really wanted the dessert, she was not going to compromise her situation more than she did last night with… an interesting set of things happening. Trailing closer to the food presented without betraying herself anymore than her body was, she kept her desire to eat and her sweet tooth to herself. Her hues did lower to the food with her head canting to her right by a half of an inch.

“I do not have the cash to afford all that.” She added in honesty, she may have been apathetic, but she was considerate in some areas. It was true she didn’t have much cash on hand and she didn’t know the prices here, but she had quite the cash on card. However, she did not have to be friendly to say such words, but her words were not as modest as they seemed. She did not like pity and most importantly, she wanted to know what he saw. It’d be a shame if he viewed her as that insignificant to be pitied.

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Pity, it was pity. Lifting to her chest, her arms motioned in a cross beneath her bosom with her palm resting upon her elbows, her head canted upward as her gaze rose to meet his and narrowed themselves—Was that irritation? Her judgemental gaze was delivered with emptiness applied to her face, she didn’t seem to react to those words, but maybe he managed to hit a nerve. Was that possible? Of course, but that was not the case. She was attempting to find if he was egotistical or condescending. Was it a smartass or was he just sassy? Nonetheless, as her mind attempted to form a thought to reply, something caught her off guard and quite so. Parting, her lips went to motion as her tongue danced and her words came short with a surprise and as such, her reiatsu only wavered by increasing, something revealed itself more obviously.

Clobbering the back of her head like a baseball bat, the words held to a different tone caught her in a way that didn’t sit, at all, right with her—Throbbing within her mind, it was a mental pain with a memory attached. Crimson painted the walls like rust, the scent was mixed with two things she had been too young to understand, but her muscles within her throat remembered the agonizing experience to a point she couldn’t muster a word. There was a burn harboring itself there, such a burn that she closed her eyes for a moment. Those words reminded her of something she hated most in this world, was it hatred? Oh no, it was something on the opposing side. As her mind attempted to be consume by the single flashback, she did not want to hear that voice right now.

Those fangs that revealed themselves for a single moment with a slow grind of her teeth, as her hand rose to her throat with her index and middle finger pressing gently, she made a swift recovery by simply exhaling with a sharp and heaviness—“I suppose.” She replied with the same dryness, agreeing without so much as a thought and even willing to drop the topic too. Oh, it aggravated her so much. She actually felt a frustration. Possibly, if it hadn’t been for her lack of control over her own reiatsu that started to calm, she could’ve faked not being surprised. However, she didn’t seemed to want to talk on and started to understand what the lizard meant, she believed. Whatever that was, she did not like the pull it just managed and how unexpected it was, that shouldn’t have happened. She should have not reacted like that. Was she freaking out mentally?

‘The sooner I eat, the sooner this feeling will cease.’ Her objectives had changed, it turned into just eating and leaving. She’ll skip the dessert. With that confirmed in mind, tugging a chair to take her seat at the table, she crossed her damaged right leg over her left as her damaged arm extended to remove her hat and drop that into her lap, while her other hand fished the depths of her purse for a traditional chopstick held pink. Plucking that from her purse, her damaged hand collected her hair, twisting it into a bun for her traditional chopstick to be pinned within and effectively holding her hair up. The blossoming lily dangled as a charm, it seemed quite significant, considering how out of place it was on her attire.

In truth, she’ll rather not have her hair getting in her face and she made sure to keep her ears covered too, even adjusted her collar to make sure the back of her neck kept itself covered. Despite the wounds to her body, she kept using them and to that reason, she was dominant in her left hand and right leg, which was interesting as most people were dominant in their right hands. “Though. I doubt I will ever encounter you again.” She whispered those words under her breath. Slipping her right hand from the glove that concealed it, she had quite the delicate and petite hands it seemed. This delicate hand moved to the first cutlery item that would fit eating what he offered upon the artsy plate, which the first thing she choose to eat was the vegetables with a few smaller managed bits of meat.

She kept her mannerisms, forms of etiquette and choosing to eat at a standard pace, despite wanting to leave at this point—Eating with her right hand was not as difficult as writing with that hand. Thus, she had quite the control. Nonetheless, she was uncomfortable and there was an irritation. Was it an irritation? She didn’t understand it, thus it was an annoyance. Any emotion and feeling uncontrolled was an irritation. With her first bite of food, she was curious of the taste.

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Control? Yes, control must be maintained at all time. Discipline aided the process to the point a nerve couldn’t find itself a stray, however, emotions found themselves being a bit more wild compared to her etiquette and physical management—Enough to reveal something buried deep. Such discipline maintained alluded to a seed of fear manifested into a flourishing tree held to many lengthy roots, asocial behavior and stoic tendencies laced with an impassivity. In spite of such suppression, a sensuous gratification blossomed upon her tongue with her concealed chews and it had been just enough to humor her as a free meal, almost to a small pause.

“Oh?” Such a dullness was not fully presented in completeness of her lulling voice, as the four prongs of the fork pressed gently to her lower lip as her gaze averted to fleeting baker—He was developing into an annoyance; such an aggravation to her. As her lips motioned with the sway of her own, she discontinued to speak, in spite of truly wanting to say something, she caught herself. ‘No. Stop.’ she thought to herself. Emotions. Feelings. Upon those lines were suppressed things that when surfaced, her best reaction was being annoyed to them and possibly a formation crafted by lack in understanding, such as the hunger or a longing for something she couldn’t begin to understand or bothered to; like any urge it was to be suppressed.

Promptly, digging the fort into the food served to her, she continued to eat—Avoid creating a frenzy tonight. She already suffered for that and with the thought, the throb within her left arm made itself known and caused a soft exhale between her moments of chewing. She needed to leave as soon as possible. That was in mind. Upon the offer, she kept mannerisms in place, despite wanting to choke upon him getting closer to her once more. There was this weird urge she got from him. “Please.” Cupping her left hand over her mouth, she replied with a muffled dryness to his offer without so much as a glace in his direction. She truly wanted to choke.

Between eating and him speaking, she bidded her silence against the needle pointed nudges made to her appearance and behavior, she didn’t want to admit that she reflected on it. Even when he choose to justify his display, she reflected on that too. Horizontally placing the fork and a knife upon her emptied plate, their points and prongs belonging to each found themselves directed in the right. Pulling a folded pure fabric, the handkerchief was pressed against her mouth. With a swift clean of her mouth, the cloth returned to her purse as she pulled cellular device out as she moved to her feet.


‘Kuroyuri-Kuroyuri. Wouldn’t you love to know how far your sister has fallen?’
‘Kuroyuri-Kuroyuri. Wouldn’t it have been better if she perished?’
‘Kuroyuri-Kuroyuri. Such a useless sister you have.’


Collecting and boiling on past words, these words were wrapped in paper and cast within the darkness of her mind. She simply perished the thoughts, but the urge kept itself. Adjusting her chicky hat upon her head, she pitched the chopstick between her ring and pinky finger, tugging it to allow her hair to freely fall upon her shoulder and resigned her chopstick to her left arm sleeve. Pressing her hip into the chair, she pushed with a gentleness into the table and her hues looked to her phone, the screen illuminating and telling the time, but a message appeared on the screen. ‘Warning’ the robotic voice alert said. That was an interesting test message alerting tone.

Error in haste. Tugging against her purse, the silvery chain holding a fiery flower snapped and fell to the floor in silence. Stepping from the table to leave, with or without the wrapped pie in hand—Her objectives had shifted it seemed. “Do have a pleasant night.” She said to the baker, it was almost impressive how she didn’t choke on those ‘lovely’ words. Her face almost became soured as she motioned to the door in post-haste, her right hand pulling the door open with her side catching it and she paused for only a second to offer a farewell greeting, glossing completely over saying a thank you. “Da svidania.” In the sweetest tongue of a Russian caught within the barren icy isolation, she bid him a goodbye and walked.

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Bidding her au revoir, she scurried. Upon pivoting on her heel, the fingers of her left hand sought the loop of the door in post-haste and it was not the door her hand found. Her delicate hand would’ve found itself colliding into fabric concealing quite the solid surface. Lacking the capability to take notice or a partial note to the instantaneous blockage by someone who was absolutely out of her league in abilities, especially speed, she was caught within two or three states of alarm. It was when she noticed that an impression painted her apathetic face. Perchance an expression revealed itself, her hues would’ve expressed her surprise and if that had not done it, her actions surely betrayed her.

Creeped out? No, she didn’t step backwards. Startled? Absolutely, her arm applied whatever strength it could to ensure her personal space was kept, despite the muscular strain—By far, that was not the truth. It would be a natural reaction for those who often kept themselves in fear, but in this case, it was a natural reaction to keep herself in control. As such control, it naturally slipped within this hour, by nature and instinct, she was fiendish. Casting her ruby gaze over her shoulder, her mind tried its damndest to analyze the situation and it wasn’t just the situation that it choose to assess…

Not quite the type to admire, but the type to be quite curious in nature, there was a brief moment her hand choose to explore as her hues averted themselves over her shoulder. Softening in touch, her palm lifted slightly as her fingers kept themselves applied with their downward trail, almost raking over the gestures of his torso—It could’ve been a shame her glove hindered a bit of the feeling process. Mentally focused on the gap between her abilities and the possibilities of his, her animal instinctive or carnal instinct had free reign in the cop a feel department and as far as her focused mind thought, that hand was retracting to her side, where it rightfully belonged.

The gestured pie would’ve easily been balanced within her right hand, as she took it from him without the slightest response for the moment, not due to the fact she didn’t want to say something, but as her mouth dared to part. Her thoughts caught up with her, the blocked out ones. If unhindered, her hand would’ve happily trailed itself to his waistline and would be where her mind choose to register three things—That felt nice, the pie and what felt nice?

Skipping a beat, her heart jumped at the thought of what she could’ve been doing and the fact her literal thought was ‘it's quite amazing, I can feel his definition through his shirt and my glove’—her head snapped directly to her hand. “Umm…” The purest form of speechlessness, the utter skip of her mind and the lulling whims of her instincts. Her fingers lingered eagerly to explore, the slow collection with battle between her logical apathy and instincts made this so difficult for no reason. “Sorry?” She said in question, almost like she wasn’t sure to be sorry, as if she was confused on herself and her own action. Nonetheless, as those words left her lips, her hand retracted with haste with her swiftly stepping backwards, for her own personal space. That was bad, that was horrible of her, what the fuck is she doing? “Sorry.” She repeated with her head keeping itself lowered, her voice being quite softer in tone and almost nervous.

‘Control? Control. Control!’ she reminded herself. This is why she didn’t do anything after midnight, she always got so weird… She blamed that. She was fine with the denial. Applying her removed hand to the wrapped pie offered to her, she didn’t just scurry, she now bolted to motion around him and leave. Even leaving with a “Thank you for the pie.” in the form of a murmured almost in a whisper. Ignoring any questions, words or anything. If she knew stepping like most fullbringers, she would use that and faze through the wall or simply disappear.

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Ensuing her retreating hand, she suppressed herself with her lowered head and scurrying body, she focused solely on her escape from this complication with just enough control to align her goals—She apologized for her ill mannerism and dismissed herself. The touch and his handsome face allowed intoxicating images in mind, few that didn’t quite want to perish and it tickled something… The building warmth to her face, her increase to her heart rate and something else… This something else. But. She was soon home free and all that stopped her was a door, which was purely a suggestion and her only hindrance being herself. Thus. She was quite free with a delicious blueberry pie slice screaming her name, right? Wrong.

She halted and not to her own accord, her hues hid themselves with the close of her lids and her jaw locked, her sharpening canine teeth snuggling the delicate flesh of her tongue. ‘I feel like a mouse in a trap...’ Capturing of her delicate hand, the grip applied was not one that seemed willing to release and before she could even begin channeling her last bit of desperation to forcefully pull herself away—She was pulled. Pulled easily and quite simply to the questionable man. Her gentle touch found itself, once again, applied back to sensation that caused this whole frenzy within her body and to her damndest ability, she strangled down her ruffled feathers.

Her struggle in mind caused quite the absence for the wrapped sweet slipping through her partial kept grasp, finding its fate upon the floor as she was met with quite the oppressing embrace. Sadly, the awe couldn’t be separated from her lonesome fingers that quivered with glee. Her index and thumb chose to slither along his defined torso, there was an admiration mixed with her soft touch, her other fingers applying themselves on occasion with their ascensional motion. The thoughts were worse when her eyes were closed, his voice didn’t aid the perishing process and that was frustrating, it was all frustrating—His words needed no aid in contaminating her thirsting mind. His smell, his smile, his personality and his body, it was all frustrating to her and she felt her fangs bare themselves in a fiendish fashion against her tongue.

Made into a pinned flower against the wall, her head canted a slight to the right, her returning gaze casted itself not upon her restrainer and simply averted themselves to the door. “Cute.” She spoke in a singular word, she tried so hard to sound listless to her situation—disinterested at best—her lingering hand made that impossible. ‘I can’t even move, even if I desired… But...’. The thought lingered, it danced between these lubricious imaginations. “You assume I’d apologize for touching you?” She lulled with the gentlest set of vocals, she had, almost like a whisper and quite the indirect way of admitting, she did like it. She wanted to assume she had that type of control. But, that too… was quite wrong... Just submit...

His domineering nature felt like an infection, a raising flame left to consume a city and that is what her body felt like, a flame she couldn’t smother—his breath gracing her lips added fuel to the fire and it only got worse with its travel. “...I suppose I’ll grant you that.” She said with nervousness more than listlessness, the purest form of nervousness too and sadly, her nature to pretend tried to shine through. Skepticism laced her interesting dilemma, her irritation easily transformed into frustration and that frustration inserted itself between deprivation and inelegance. If her situation was so undesirable, why couldn’t she shake this urge, this yearning itch, quite on par with her ravenous appetite? ‘I am making such a foolish mistake…’ and she loved those.

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Contrast to her selective choices in words, without a doubt being laced conceitedly, confidence was not something that wiggled itself into her frame. If she had such, it would’ve escaped effortlessly through her, barely manageable, calm breaths. Despite finding her comfort against the wall, it did not spare her the awkwardness that formed, if awkwardness was bashfulness in place of defeat. That is what she was. Embarrassed and defeated.

Internally, she wavered a tad in response to his words and her nervousness made her physically shift a bit as his gaze made a glossing over her body, her tensing and subtle shivering frame. She buried the sensation to her greatest of her ability, but when his hand came to snaking around her waist and pulling her, the disguised and manageable thumping increased. Isn’t that delightful? HIS PHYSIQUE IS FASCINATING. Ah, this man had the ability to break her, literally and as startling as that was supposed to be, her mind explored in the opposing end to that in ‘amazement’. It was disturbing to the balance as her mental fingers swiped at these lascivious thoughts and images.

Quivering with a bare touch, the warmth of her own flesh tickled her with his beating heart bleeding into her frame and the beat of her own heart felt discomforting, the pounding caused a squeeze to her lungs, the resounding of her beat ceased not there, as it made her whole chest distraught in result. Didn’t she want to have fun? Just a little? Why not just take those hidden emotions out on such a bothersome man? HE DESERVES IT.

When the slightest formation of a slip began, a taunting and quite persuasive instinctive elected to speak and drown out the overlapping tones-inaudible voices. It was a dangerous. Is it insecurities? STOP BEING A VASSAL. This is dangerous. S-Stop. She caught herself with a plead in thought. She couldn’t be this close, she didn’t want to be this close and the worst to it, she was relishing in the feeling. The beat of her heart felt discomforting, the pounding caused a squeeze to her lungs, the resounding of her beat ceased not there, as it made her whole chest distraught in result.

Unfolding from her mind to her reality, her ruby hues widened by a hair and almost in a shocking surprise. Oh yes, she was getting more than just second thoughts. What was more terrifying? Which was more terrifying? Daring to part her lips, in place of any word, a sharp gasp escaped her lips as a pressure applied itself to her throat. Before her hand had the chance to grip at the arm that squeezed at a pipe or two, she was tossed with quite easy and made friends with the nearest counter, which was not here to ease her landing. Is it fear? That was glee.

Motioning her hand to her throat, a mess between heavy-lengthy pants and coughing escaped. HE IS A SICKER DOG COMPARED TO SUCH A SICK PUPPY. ‘S-shut up’. By the time a reasonable breath caught itself between her striving lungs and driving beat, an casting over shadow consumed her—Stoism dismissed itself with a temp, overwashed by perplexity tainted by flush. She’d be the first to admit, this was intimidating and.. That was okay. She hadn’t felt true discomfort or nervousness until he positioned himself wonderfully between her legs and her body trembled, she couldn’t help it.

What little relief to collect herself was when his hands cut themselves short, easing something somewhere as he distracted himself with conversation.. With himself. Isn’t it tempting? HIS SCENT IS QUITE ENTICING. ‘Shut up.’. Her imagination or this voicing instinctive in mind wasn’t as ‘releasing’. It felt like something was caressing a harbored flame that wanted to combust. Despite the rampant emotions and instinctives. She had kept quite in check.

Until. He chose to squeeze at her bosom. She squirmed a little. He dared to motion lower. His fingers creeping and crawling towards her fabric to remove. Tickling the delicate flesh of her neck, she couldn’t help but squirm quite a bit more, which was nothing more than arouse to her situation as her a tooth or two caught her lower lip with the gentlest of noises wiggling to escape her lips. What was that? A whine? Oh, she was worrying. Oh yes. The apathetic cherry blossom topped girl was worrying with every bit of desire to hide something. Isn’t he delectable? HE IS MAGNIFICENT COMPARED TO ANY HOLLOW OR BRINGER. RARE. Yes. DELICIOUS. Ye-Wait. No. She didn’t want to reveal the embarrassment of being attracted.

With a jabbing mock made in her direction, she almost went to look away with a formation of something snarky to say. All plans changed when she felt the sharpness, a stab sink into her neck. A gentle lull of an ‘ah’ almost presented itself if it wasn’t for a snap somewhere. There was a break. A full shatter in a facade that she desperately tried to keep. Those ruby hues transformed into quite the bloody spheres with a single goal. BITE! I will EAT him. Without so much as a second thought, her squirming ceased with her mouth daring to open and much like he did to her, she planned to bite the absolute hell out of this man. His flesh would be her dessert—Though… She didn’t want to truly cannibalise him.

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It was warm. It was peaceful. And most importantly, she was quiet. Uttering not a single word or shifting in a single motion, the soft exhaling breaths were nothing more than inaudible hums as gentle as the immobile imaginable breeze within the room. The delicate embrace that met the baker was not something was broken easily, as it was not truly an embrace, it was a clasp and without excessive force. In fact, with each attempt, she curled closer and nuzzled closer too. She was going to stick like glue. And, she did. Gladly. How? There is not a single honest to logical way to explain, but she clung and that is all that mattered to her. Why? Because she was warm and quite tranquil.

It had been quite rare when Sayuri had the ability to sleep and when she did, the smothering and slow suffocation from the weight of her world allowed the next day to be more bearable. So, when she did find herself sleeping longer than thirty minutes. It renewed something within her body. She never knew what it was. But, it was something good. Maybe, the activity prolonged her state sleep. Ah. It mattered not. She could be DEAD right now. She didn’t mind the void she was in. So. She reminded. Still and quiet. Until a noise danced. Yes. A stray, annoying noise. Was it from the laundry he choose to do? No, she moved not an inch. How about the food? Nope. There was a tune to it. It was almost like that annoying ‘warning’, but it was a ringtone of sorts. Quite a generic one too.

“Nn?” The tender flesh of her cheek glided smoothly as her head canted a slight. There was a slight twitch to her ear as her grip started to slip from the man—What..? She thought with a daze of exhaustion in spell. Moving to a stand with the grace of her feet to the floor, it hurt, but oh well. With her hands removing themselves from around the man as one hand chose to rise to her eye. Rubbing with a gentleness with the other side of her face still applied to the man’ torso. She completely and utterly refused to move from her warmth. The other arm extended itself upward in stretching, she gestured her fingers almost to play with the wind. “Zatknis.” She murmured with the gentlest of annoyance, the purest Russian form of ‘I don’t want to wake up so please shut the fuck up’. Was it weird to get phone calls at this time? Maybe.

And that sound. Ceased. Despite the smell of food, she curled right back up to the baker without the slightest reveal of her hues or murmur of a morning—Oh yes. She planned on going right back to sleep. Against him. With her arms moving right back to curl around his torso.

“Warmth.” She hummed. Heaven forbid if she actually woke up.

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It was trivial in mind, there was no registrability towards anything outside of warmth, comfort and alleviation, arguably, and to such, there was no collective thought on what was sore, what was missing or when did she find such a comfortable place to sleep. Sensations like these were so scare, to the point of not existing, that her own inquisitorial mind submitted and clocked out. In another sense, sleeping was an interesting thing, enabling the trueness of a person to be seen beyond their facades, mirages and many faces; their false smiles or perplexing words. In another way, it was adorable or simply just cute, to be so apathetic and desire isolation, but melt into something that could feel and desire the same thing as any normal person, albeit with a few darker kinks and quirks. It’ll never be admitted openly, and surely not without a fight, but she was nowhere near as heartless or apathetic as she played herself and arguably, a ticking bomb too.

As the baker chose to motion with slowness, there was not a single inch of resistance, aside from her fingers gently dancing upon his flesh with curiosity, almost tickling with their short exploration and opposing her tight clinging nature, she was rather soft handed with touching, even when her hands chose to find a comfortable place upon his back, meeting up as her fingers of her hands interlacing with each other in a lock. Leaning to press her nose and mouth into his chest, the gentleness from her lips almost made it seemed like she applied a kiss to his chest—tender and soft—had it been anything, it was something simple in affection without a doubt.

His wandering hand tickled the tender flesh of her neck, causing her react simply with the movement of his hand, shifting slightly in body, her head canted with the slow glide of her mouth along his features. Resting her cheek against his chest, the other side of her head greeted his palm, more so her jawline as his fingers sought to part the hair at her ear, while his coiling arm made to her waist only caused her to snuggle just a bit closer, into whatever warm embrace he offered at this point.

It could’ve been a poor attempt to cease his touching to her face by meeting his palm with her jaw, had that been true, she would’ve bit his hand, being sure to sink her fangs as deep as possible and there would’ve been an expression close to irritation, however by looking to her face, there was a rare gentleness and a peacefulness for when she wasn’t suppressed or buried so deeply under her worldly issues. Such an expression became disturbed with tickling sensations. “Hmm..?” the gentle and hardly audible reply, was a reactive to whispering words she didn’t understand and stirred slightly with an expression that seemed bothered, her hues unopening.

In wholesome stubbornness, a light float between drifting to sleeping and waking up, with the favor being towards sleeping, escaping her throat, there was an audible whine, a simple whine that sung her displeasure and disturbance as a single hand uncoiled and sluggishly sought to intercept the annoyance tickling her face. However, this changed immediately when the tickling sensation applied itself to a considerably sensitive area and this area, was her ear. What is he doin—Wait… There was pause…—What..?

Soft pink hues revealed themselves, a slight, as his tongue didn’t have to invade to get a rise from her and it was a mere touch, however, her hues widened with suddenness with a determination to not say a single thing, until something else happened. Before the embarrassment had the ability to truly sink in, his tongue decided to invade her ear, the uncoiled hand moved that trailed from his back, went to pressed into his chest, attempting to push him away from her or her away from him, as if she was instantly repulsed by him.

“S-Stop.” She whined with her a titter here and there, she squirmed to break free in the opposing direction. Had he not been holding her around the waist, she would’ve flew straight up and out of his reach, as if she could fly from the startle, now it just left a really awkward moment for her. Her flushed face collecting various shades of red with a slight upward curl of the corners of her mouth, she tried her damndest to hide her tickled laughter. Her trembling body wiggled quite a bit more at any realization, especially considering the first time for anything. “O-or I’ll bite you…?” That was the emptiest and most confused threatens with her helpless squirming to break free. However, despite it, she tried to keep her face angled in a way it wouldn’t be seen, she’d hate to have a personality at this moment. Wait, how long was she asleep? Wait… Did she cling? Oh god.

Had she still not been released after a few seconds, she’d still keep trying and the more she returned to her senses, the more squirmy she got, if he messed with her anymore, she’d more than likely laugh with her next set of words too. “Move! Let go! Release!” She exclaimed with whatever desperation of words she knew, however, she would’ve paused for a moment, her other hand moving to plant against his chest with more push to get her away, until she’d ultimately stop and pause in all formation of moving, but keeping her face from his sight, or trying. For a second, almost in defeat, she’ll try one more thing and then she’ll openly attack him. “... Please…” She said reluctantly with a lowness, her soft voice being lesser calmed compared to her slight freak in voice.

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Embarrassing, this was extremely embarrassing and he wasn’t STOPPING. Worst of it all, absolutely worst of it, was he decided to add a nibble to her ear and if she didn’t bite her tongue, she would’ve made an interesting sound to it, a sound that she did not approve of, much to any feeling or emotion that liked it, she buried that quick as she whined, internally. Evil, she thought, vile creature she concluded on that thought and simply, she was just a little bitter for the moment, all rightfully so. It wasn’t quite a rude awakening, it was one she never would’ve expected and much like the results of her night, it would be an understatement to say she’d ever expect that too.

Upon the moment of freedom, the moment of being released by this vile creature, she labeled him as such for the time, her hand cupped her violated and defiled ear as her hues narrowed themselves in his direction with a look of annoyance or an aspect of betrayal. “Yo—.” That was going to be an insult, she was going to say something quite nasty, but she paused. Taking her plate in hand with disbelief or the lack of understanding to what just happened to which, she only had one word. “Wha..” She questioned, canting her head a slight to the side, perplexity applied itself to her face towards the food he offered, for a moment, it even softened until she keenly remembered, she was nude and slightly, but not really upset, then her expression turned back to that of all her others, neutral with narrowing of her hues to express she was literally confused. He.. is washing her clothes?

“... You are weird.” She could only say those words, only those words could escape her throat as her hues followed his exit and then, simply looked back to the food. She exhaled with a gentleness, she didn’t understand, but she supposed at this point she’ll eat… Without clothes… Which was the more normal thing out of everything thus far. However, leaving him some bacon? Oh hell no, he had to pay for what he did and considering he enjoyed bacon, she was going to take it. Possibly, leave him one. Based on how she was feeling at this point. Turning her head to the staircase, she simply narrowed her hues to him and almost didn’t care for his words “I already don’t like you.” She whispered those words, she wasn’t as bold as to say them that loud. But hey, she made sure he was up the stairs before she did say anything like that.

Biding her time, for like a minute for her safety, she began to pluck out the bacon and eat it, all but one—Out of kindness in heart—she saved him one, along with finishing her food too. It was her being petty in a way, along with testing a dangerous line and she’d doubt she’ll linger around long enough to invoke the results of it. However, it was all still quite embarrassing and not wanting to admit it, it was.. Quite nice… He was… something else in a sense. She wasn’t sure if he was an ass or.. Somewhat nice? Both? She just didn’t want to remember it, at least, not yet. She could recall it later. If she thought about him too much, she’ll actually start to like him and it was best to think of this as something that would never happen again. It was okay to make mistakes, but she hoped it didn’t appear on the surface again.. Or haunt her.

Glossing over the soreness that danced throughout her body, it was quite a bit of effort to move for prolonged periods, but oh well, she wiggled and managed her way to the last known location of her purse and with some luck, her phone started to ring again and it wasn’t from a call, but more so a message. As questionable as it all was, this was her normal and the fact she didn’t check back into her selected room or met up with any of her friends… She was going to get all types of complaints. What was more questionable was the condition of the bakery, which she reflected on just enough to feel either shame or a greater bit of embarrassment.

After a few moments, collecting her purse and reading through her phone, there was a slight shock to what some of it said and she didn’t like it, at all. Why have you not checked into the hotel? Where are you? You are needed within the city, you have until six at night.Those individuals bothered her. She should ignore it, at least for now, but if it was that serious… Should she leave? Why was she needed? Did they basically tell her to stay outside of the city? What did Lissa message about? Are you okay, everyone is looking for you.... Well, she wasn’t as annoying as normal, but hey. Lissa, I need you to meet me as XX02 street... I need a ride to work and the spare clothes in your car. She replied in message.

“...” She exhaled heavily and she wasn’t sure why, she could linge—No! She needed to leave while she had the chance. THE CHANCE. Not only that, she did go against a threatening warning and she shouldn’t get caught in it. Making posthaste to the sound of a washer, she didn’t really mind too much on her clothes being wet, she still put them on anyway. “Cold… Cold...” She whined to herself, clipping and slipping into her underclothes. Her skirt and top were next, sadly, she couldn’t find her leggings or bandages, which was fine, she didn’t mind looking like a chew-toy that was a little battered and bruised. What she did mind, was the bite marks, which was easily hidden by her hair that she thought was best not to place in loose pigtails. One adjusted in her clothes, she tripped them of all the moisture, discarding in the nearest place, like the washer to drain and once again, she was somewhat nice. She placed his clothes in the dryer and started that.

By the time she was done, she could hear the staircase and maybe, she shouldn’t have lingered? Without so much as looking his direction or that direction, even rushed a bit more to the door while speaking gently. “Thank you for the food, but I am in a rush now.” She stated, listlessly with a dash of gratefulness and kindness in there, thus it wasn’t complete apathy, it was a startled rush. She needed keep his face out of her head and any wonderful fantasies too. However, being the smartass she was, she waited until she was at the door and it was open to pause, just for a moment. “Thi—.” She started to say something, and it was going to be something nice, but simply stopped herself.

Why couldn't she be a smartass? Taking a step out of the bakery, she exhaled heavily and canting her head slightly back within her steps. “Also, I saved you one.” Despite the listless that was within her voice, that was almost a playful poke and with those words, she fled with the door closing.

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