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Post by Kameko Hoshi on Mar 20, 2010 12:39:39 GMT -5
"D-damn........D-amn you......"
Kameko looked up just in time to see Mason drop his radio onto the ground and leave the bathroom. She untangled herself from Roy and knelt next to the still crackling radio. As she studied it she perked up suddenly when she thought she heard something come from it. Could it be? Was it Mason’s daughter?!
Picking up the radio she pressed it against her ear and listened carefully. Yes! There it was! The voice of a little girl calling out for her daddy. Shooting Moro and Roy an apologetic glance because they seemed to want to patch her up, she ran out the bathroom. The girl spotted the Irishman leaving the cabin and followed right behind.
“Mason,” Kameko spoke, placing a hand on his shoulder to stop him. “I believe there’s someone who wants to talk to you.”
With this she held out the radio where the sound of the little girl calling out for her father was audible.
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Post by Tara Luketic on Mar 20, 2010 13:36:47 GMT -5
Tara couldn't help but smile at Keith's answer, glancing back over her shoulder and just able to see the carton of eggs he held. "Well, I've had food safety drilled into me for about two years, but I could probably push some of it aside in this case. But I'm not about to go eating moldy cheese or green meat, thanks," she replied with a smirk. Turning back to the pantry, she flicked on the light and scanned its contents while Keith ramble about egging cars and eating breakfast. "How about we stick to wasting the bad food, huh?" Tara called over her shoulder, a glint in her eyes at the supplies Roy had stocked up in this cabin.
"With this much food, we could camp out here for around a week. I say we scrap the 'travel to the town' idea until then, or at least rest here for a few days. There's not even that many infected around," she rambled to Keith. She wasn't even sure if he was listening, but she was too content right now to care. Tara switched off the light and left the pantry in time to see her favorite survivor storm in, lean against the wall, and proceed to complain. She frowned, expression clearly in "I couldn't care less" mode as she moved to the cabinets. "No, you had your ass whooped for being a heartless asshole, Shane. Nothing new," she replied to his complaint.
All Tara found in the cabinets were dishes, except for a few dry goods like cereals in one. The bottom cabinets held cleaning equipment, pots, pans, cooking utensils, and silverware. She was just about to give up when she saw an old-fashioned breadbox and nearly facepalmed, barely holding herself back from performing the action; an old habit. "Found it. What kind of meats are there?"
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Post by Mason Breaker on Mar 21, 2010 13:43:41 GMT -5
“I believe there’s someone who wants to talk to you.”
Kameko had gotten up and followed him out? In her state?
Turning around, he noticed the radio in her hands, but that's not what really got his attention. It was his daughter's voice coming from it. She was alright!
And suddenly, he felt like an ass for what he had just said to Kameko. He'd make amends for that afterwards. Reaching out for the radio, he gently took it from the girl and held down the button.
"D-Dahlia? Sweetie?"
"Hi daddy!"
Relief, joy, and a slight hint of parental frustration filled him.
"Dahlia, thank God......"
"Daddy? Are you....Crying?"
Mason allowed a small smile. "Yeah, but...."
"Did I do something wrong! I'm sorry!"
"Dahlia!" He innterrupted quickly, "Dahlia, no, you're fine. I'm just.... Really, really happy to hear from you, and....." He looked at Kameko. "A friend o' mine is, feeling better. Yeah..."
There was a brief pause, followed by a "Ooooohhhhhhh!"
Mason couldn't help but chuckle. What an idiot he had been. He should have had more faith in her and in her friend. He was about to say something else when a familier roar rang out. Quickly looking around he spotted it. One Charger running straight at them.
"Move!" Was all he shouted as he pushed Kameko out of the way. Just in time too, because as soon as she was away from him, the Charger slammed into Mason, the radio flying to the ground.
"Daddy? DADDY!?" Was all the child screamed as Mason was carried off, finally stopping when they slammed into a tree. Pain shot up his back as a few of the still healing wounds from the Tank at the tavern were disturbed. All Mason could manage to do was yell as the hillbilly infected proceded to slam him into the ground, then the tree, then the ground again, and so on.
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Post by Roy Bivenmeijer on Mar 21, 2010 14:20:50 GMT -5
For what reason Kami thought that, in her condition, she should go outside was completely beyond Roy. He managed to Pick up on Mason's discontent with her being back, but he doubted Kami, out of it as she was, would be so insightful. Still, making good with him would be for the best. And, were he to decide he didn't waant to forgive her, well, let him have a few moments with Tara's good friend eith the Charger.
To make sure Kameko didn't feint on him, Roy followed her out after Mason. He listened intently into Mason's heartfelt moment, pretending that he hadn't just had one of his own and laughing internally. And then, Irony once again struck a blow to the sociopath. The charger picked Mason up and forced the 2-way from his hand.
"Daddy? DADDY!?"
Without thinking, Roy pulled out his Machete and ran after the charger (having left his rifle in the house when he needed it most), scooping up the radio as he went. "Dahlia, right? This is Roy. Your daddy will be back in just a second, alright? I'm going to get him. Don't even worry," Roy picked up speed, preparing for an, unbeknownst to him of course, Luigi-style super hero entrance.
"Just tell your friends, whoever is keeping you alive out there, to come to Nevan, there's an Evac point. Just like that." Roy lept up, bringing down his size 12 onto the Charger's head. As his foot retreated down the chargers body, Roy brought his knife to what he assumed was heart level on the charger and stuck it in. The Charger slumped, and Mason fell to the ground, leaning against the tree. "See? Told you I'd get him." Was Roy's last interaction with the girl before handing over the 2-way and offering out an arm-up.
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Post by Moro Ashford on Mar 21, 2010 15:14:32 GMT -5
"Fuck this."
Rising back to her feet from where she had previously been crouching by Kami's side, Moro stormed from the small, blood-streaked bathroom out into the forest, kicking out at the floor-level cabinets as she passed. The mechanic was getting tired of this, and her bullshit tolerance was ticking dangerously toward zero. If Mason needed a walk, he needed a walk- this business of conducting a parade whenever someone had a meltdown (understandable and bound to re-occur in a zombie apocalypse) needed to end. Survival was what mattered; the asian, in her condition, seemed to have forgotten that.
The front door burst open and, rifle still slung over her shoulder, the young woman strode out onto the porch, preparing a very maternal-like roar to bring the girl back, when her eyes flickered over the scene and she stopped dead, pent up air slipping between her lips. She had arrived in time to witness Roy sprinting through the trees, Mason's radio pressed to his ear and the machete dangling from his other hand. The Irishman was preoccupied with getting the ever-living beaten out of him; Kami stood only a few feet from the porch steps. Seeing that the Charger holding up Mason was to be swiftly dealt with, Moro took the opportunity to pounce.
"I swear, Kami..." she said, seizing the girl's arm. She was looking pale and her eyes were ringed with dark hues; her pupils were veiled by a weary glaze. Gently but with purpose, she led the asian back to the house and to where one of the couches still stood and had her sit, fixing her with a 'if-I-have-to-get-you-again-I-am-tying-you-down' look and moving swiftly to the kitchen, where Keith and Tara were rummaging.
"Hey- Tara? Can I see one of the medkits?"
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Post by Mason Breaker on Mar 21, 2010 21:45:56 GMT -5
Mason was more than grateful that Roy had come to his aid so quickly, although he was a bit apprehensive when Roy held out the radio. Had he been talking to Dahlia? Better not be saying anything that would otherwise frighten her..... Nah. Roy wouldn't do that to him. Or at least he better not.
Flashing a pained (But grateful) look, he accepted Roy's helping hand, stood unsteadily....
And slipped. Right down a slope, head over heels, and into a pond, hitting the water with a loud splash. He didn't resurface immediatly. Mostly in part that he hurt so bad. After a time however, he finally pulled himself out of the water and onto a large rock, spitting out water, wearing a look that was half humiliated, and half in pain.
"Nobody. Say. A word." Hopefully they'd get a fire going, maybe Tara had a towel he could use......
Grunting in pain, he slowly climbed his way out of the pond.
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Post by Kameko Hoshi on Mar 23, 2010 21:26:38 GMT -5
"Move!"
Kameko barely had time to question Mason’s actions when he suddenly pushed her. In the same moment a charger came and slammed into Mason. A horrified gasp came from her mouth as the special infected began pummeling poor Mason into the ground. She felt helpless because she didn’t have anything with her to help him. She was considering throwing something at the charger, but Roy came bustling out of the cabin.
She blinked a couple of times as her boyfriend, or whatever you want to call it, rush over with machete held over his head. While she was watching she failed to notice Moro burst out of the cabin until she felt the young woman grabbed her arm. Kameko squirmed in protest.
“Ow! Hey Moro, that’s my hurt arm!” the little Asian complained as she was sat down on a couch.
“Oh geez sweetheart was that supposed to hurt my feelings?” a voice, not someone she recognized, reached her ears. Kameko turned her head just in time to see a black-haired boy with pretty light brown eyes make his way into the living room. There was a frown fixated on his face as he slowly turned a cool gaze on her. Kameko, getting self-conscious at this, looked down at her bloody hands.
“So, who are you?” the boy asked, startling her.
Kameko glanced up at him. “Kameko.” she said. “Kameko Hoshi. What’s yours?”
“Shane.” the teenager, probably one-year older than her by the looks of him, replied. “Just call me Shane.”
Kameko leaned forward, her curiosity for the boy getting the better of her. “So Shane, how old are you?” she questioned him.
“What is this? Some kind of Q&A?” Shane joked and sat down beside her. “But if you must know, Kameko, I’m 19. How old are you?”
“18!” the girl replied, rather proud of herself. “I can now do whatever I want and I can’t get in trouble with my parents now!”
Shane raised a brow. “Does ‘doing-whatever-you-want’ include fighting for your life in a zombie apocalypse?”
A saddened gaze overcame Kameko’s features. For the first time ever Shane regretted saying those words. He didn’t know anything about this girl so he had no clue if she had lost anyone to the infection. But as soon as the saddened gaze came it was gone like dew in sunlight.
“No, actually it doesn’t.” she murmured. Kameko lifted her head to fix her dark blue gaze on Shane’s light brown one. “My mother died not even two weeks after the first infection.”
At first Shane didn’t have a response so instead he relied on simply pulling the girl into a comforting embrace. He could be a cold-hearted douchebag to Moro, Tara, Roy, and Mason, but for some reason Kameko…the black-haired teenager couldn’t bring himself to be mean to her. Kameko reminded him as a sort of sister figure and therefore Shane couldn’t–wouldn’t–bring himself to be an asshole to her.
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Post by Roy Bivenmeijer on Mar 23, 2010 23:29:23 GMT -5
Roy, after having his snicker at Mason's role down the hill, Roy made his way into his house. Kami had already been removed, placed on the couch, and was in the process of receiving medical attention... among other kinds of attention.
“Does ‘doing-whatever-you-want’ include fighting for your life in a zombie apocalypse?”
“No, actually it doesn’t. My mother died not even two weeks after the first infection.”
Roy was officially, legitimately, and finally tired of this asshole fucking with people. And then there was the kicker. He touched her. But not a punch, a kick, a hit, anything. He hugged her. He actually hugged her. After what he'd done to her when he left her for dead... disgraced her corpse... Now he's playing it off like nothing happened?!
Roy stormed foreword, that now familiar icy rage taking him over, embracing his soul like the grass does the first winter frost. Roy placed a hand roughly on Shane's shoulder, pushing him off Kameko and into a startled disarray. Even a full wind-up for his Hay-maker was overlooked, Shane's balance being horrable corrupted by Roy's well-corded arm. The fist connected right on target, full force on the point of his chin.
Shane fell, the combination of bad footing and a blow to the g-spot of fist-fighting bringing him easily to the ground. Roy bent and, once again using his stringy muscles, toned from years of dragging big game through forests and plaines, to lift the man up by the back of the shirt. The odd pair moved to the back door of the log cabin, which Roy kicked open. And into the pond Shane went. "Hey Mason. I've got a swimmin' partner for you."
The door slammed behind him as Roy turned to face Kami, a snarl still plastered on his face. "Do you know what he did Kami?" Roy was up-close and personal by now, staring straight down at her through blazing eyes. "He left you for dead. Watched that witch rip into your skin, laughed at your body and kicked what he believed to be your corpse." Roy let out a harsh, barking laugh now, looking to the hollow eyes of his wall trophies with disdain. "And now he plays it off like he doesn't even know! He has the audacity to touch you..." Roy seethed for just a bit more, moving to hug the minute asian to calm himself.
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Post by Keith the Great on Mar 24, 2010 13:06:41 GMT -5
Keith frowned. What kind? She had to ask what kind. The hobo hadn’t given a damn what kind of meat there was, but now that Tara had gone and asked, he realized that most of the containers were unlabeled. Roy was probably a good enough huntsman to identify them, but the crying and crashing from outside told Keith that the kitchen was probably the safest place to be. He could ask later.
“Hell if I know,” he said, giving Tara a grin anyway. “You allergic ta somethin’? Otherwise it don’t matter what kinds.”
He had been about to toss one of the boxes over to Tara so she could see but before he could, he was interrupted. Had said intervention not been a matter of life and death now bleeding on the kitchen tile, the chatterbox would have been upset. Instead, he simply gave the Teenaged Trio some room and inspected the stove, running through the positives and negatives of trying to cook something on a gas stove, the kind that had a good flame on it.
As the logical side of his brain, which told him to get the hell away from the stove, argued with the more reckless, which told him that “the third time’s the charm”, the Souther daredevil took a quick look to see how things were going (mostly because he hadn’t heard a brawl start yet, and that was surprising). To his surprise, Kami and Shane were hugging, Shane’s heart having melted for some obscure reason Keith hadn’t picked out.
Less surprisingly was the huntsman stomping through the door to put an end to it.
Already cringing, Keith took a few steps away from the group for safety’s sake while Roy took his chance to punch the everloving crap out of Shane. Before the hobo could even recall when something similar had happened to himself, Shane had left the building, and a resounding splash from outside announced his fate. (Keith shivered, instantly reminded of numerous occasions in which he’d nearly drowned. He made a mental note to avoid the pond.)
“Damn,” he said, the words escaping his thoughts and leaving his mouth before he realized it. “I’ve dated girls who weren’t that jealous.”
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Post by Mason Breaker on Mar 24, 2010 19:12:31 GMT -5
"Roy! Get bac- Aw screw it. I better start climbing out before I catch somethin'......"
And so he began to slowly climb his way out of the mud and murk. His back was on fire and his head was spinning a bit, but at least he could move.
"Hey Mason. I've got a swimmin' partner for you."
Looking up, he spotted Roy holding Shane by the shirt, the asshole looked as if he had gotten beaten by a surprise attack. Now, Mason didn't like Shane, but if you're going to beat someone, give them a chance to defend themselves. And with that, Shane was tossed into the pond.
And now Mason had no idea what he was thinking. He made his way back down, went out to where Shane had been tossed in, and pulled him ashore, grunting in pain.
"What the *Grunt*..... Hell is Roy thinking? Tossing people into ponds.... Probably didn't even give you a chance, hm?"
Catching his breath, he looked Shane dead in the eye. "Don't think this means I like you, or respect you. You ain't earned it. But knowing Roy, it was one-sided, and second, me wife...... Wouldn't like it if I didn't help ya."
Resuming his climb out, he finally pulled himself over the edge, and, without any real warning, reached down and pulled Shane up and out.
"And no, I don't expect you to care. Just stay out of my way to getting my daughter back."
With that, he slowly trekked back to the cabin. He threw the door open, dripping water and shivering slightly. Roy was fuming at Kameko, Moro looked angry enough to pull limbs off someone, and he guessed that Tara and Keith were in the kitchen. And hopefully Tara had some towels or something.
Slopping into the Kitchen, he tapped Tara on the shoulder before making his request.
"T-Tara, lass, you have a-a t-towel or somethin'? Thought it might be a good idea to ask ya." He said, shivering more now.
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Post by Shane Richardson on Mar 24, 2010 20:45:20 GMT -5
SPLASH!
Shane took in a gasping breath as he hit water. The shock of it almost knocked the breath from him and he found himself flailing about ridiculously. Damn him! the teenager thought in pure malice.
"Don't think this means I like you, or respect you. You ain't earned it. But knowing Roy, it was one-sided, and second, me wife...... Wouldn't like it if I didn't help ya."
The teenager looked up to see Mason staring him dead in the eye. In the next minute Shane found himself getting hauled out the pond. His light brown eyes glowed in surprise at the Irishman. Didn’t Mason hate him?
"And no, I don't expect you to care. Just stay out of my way to getting my daughter back."
Shane stared after Mason as the man headed back for the cabin. His daughter? Wife? Shit man! How come Mason hadn’t told him any of this?! Maybe if he would’ve known that the Irishman was looking for his lost daughter then he wouldn’t be such a dick to him all the time. Maybe he would have offered to help…maybe.
Shivering he made his way back into the cabin and straight into the kitchen after Mason. The man went to go ask Tara for a towel while Keith still rummaged around looking for random shit he didn’t know. He leaned against the doorway of the kitchen and crossed his arms, a position very familiar. From the corner of his light brown eyes he saw Kameko still sitting on the couch. This time, however, it was Roy who was hugging her, not him. The black-haired teenager was amused at how jealous the survivor could get over a girl younger than him.
“That girl…Kameko?” Shane spoke aloud, more to himself than to the others. “She sure is something huh? Man, no wonder Roy gets so jealous. I’d love to have a girl like her, not that you aren’t attractive or anything Tara, but you remind me of myself so that would be really awkward.” The reason he said this: he knew Keith, Mason, and Tara were listening in on him. They may not like him, except Keith, but they tended to listen in on him.
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Kameko smiled lightly as Shane unexpectedly drew her into a hug. It was more of comfort then anything else and the little Asian couldn’t have cared less. Suddenly Shane was roughly shoved off her by a very pissed Roy. Her dark blue eyes grew wide as Roy punched the black-haired teenager squarely in the face. She watched in boiling anger as Roy dragged Shane towards the back of the cabin before a splash could be heard only minutes after.
"Do you know what he did Kami?"
Head slowly looking up she was met face-to-face with Roy staring down at her through blazing eyes. She tried not to flinch away, but it was hard when he looked ready to kill someone. "He left you for dead. Watched that witch rip into your skin, laughed at your body and kicked what he believed to be your corpse. And now he plays it off like he doesn't even know! He has the audacity to touch you..."
And then Roy was hugging her in an attempt to calm himself. Kameko had listened to his conversation silently, taking in all that he had said. Even though Shane had did that to her supposed ‘corpse’, Roy still didn’t have a right to punch him and throw him into the pond. Just thinking about this made her blood boil.
“What the hell has gotten into you Roy?!” Kameko snapped as she pushed him off her. She glared at him with her dark blue eyes glowing cold fire. “You had no right to punch Shane and then throw him into the pond! What if he catches a cold? We don’t have time to deal with that now! And maybe…maybe I deserved what he did to me for being such a bitch to all of you.” By then she let her head drop before snapping her head back up to meet his furious gaze bravely. “And quit acting like you own me! Until you make me yours I can hug whoever I want!”
Nearby, unbeknownst to her, Shane was listening quietly. His light brown eyes had grown wide when she stuck up for him. But at her little comment of ‘Until you make me yours…’ had his hands curl up into fists. Only one thought coursed through his mind that if Roy touched her, he’d kill him.
Because every brother has to defend his sister, right?
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Post by Roy Bivenmeijer on Mar 24, 2010 22:27:03 GMT -5
“And quit acting like you own me! Until you make me yours I can hug whoever I want!”
Roy's anger peaked. He was calm now, but not the blissful calm of happiness. He was not at nirvana. He was at Reverse-Nirvana, and he felt as if he could shoot psychic mind-bullets. If only, because then Shane would've mysteriously dropped dead. "Fine then little lady. Let's get you patched up shall we?" Roy pattet the Med-Kit at his hip and wrapped an arm gently around her waist.
He led her to the staircase, guiding her lightly as he knew it was the only was to look inconspicuious. "We'll go upstairs, we don't need everyone seeing your cuts and bruises, hmm?" Roy purred in her ear, a hand running gently up and down her back. "Now, you're in no condition to walk, are you miss self-rigtious?" The last part was a whisper as he picked her up Bridal style.
As soon as they cleared the stairs he kissed her, controlled enough to not make noise, but angry enough to let her know how he felt. He popped the door to his master bedroom open and set her down on the fur-clad bed, His door was closed, locked, and, just for good measure, blocked with a small nightstand. Nothing substantial, but enough to put up some good resisitance.
"So," Roy was casual as he began removing the tattered remains of her shirt "I've heard that Pain and pleasure mix well."Roy leaned over her and once again kissed her, more passionately this time, hands exploring (and occasionally bandaging).
(A/N: Lizzie I'mma leave this to you, go for the timeskip if you like. Oh, and try and get shane to bang on the door a bit. Roy'd like that)
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Post by Moro Ashford on Mar 25, 2010 16:11:11 GMT -5
Moro watched the going-ons with a light buzzing in her skull. At her sides, her fingers had relaxed from fists and strayed to her waist. She was tired; after watching the chaos and drama unfold around her, she was far too weary to even try. She watched Roy carry Kameko up the stairs, shook her head and hoped he had the reason to bandage her wounds before getting carried away, and then her gaze fell to Shane.
For the first time since he'd returned from Roy's rage, Moro saw the boy, soaked, filthy; despite herself, a giggle formed in her throat, and before long, she was weak with laughter, clinging to the doorframe to the kitchen. It was far less funny than she was making it, but with few hours of sleep to go on and her nerves raked thin, the mechanic somehow found it hilarious.
"You- look....ah- I need to lay down....or have a beer...I need something...." wiping tears from her eyes, Moro turned and stumbled into the kitchen.
"Hey....hey, Keith, have you guys found any beer?"
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Post by Keith the Great on Mar 25, 2010 18:09:45 GMT -5
Keith watched, inwardly cringing, as Kami threw a small, well-deserved hissy fit at Roy. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Shane walk in. Feeling like he ought to pay attention to his friend rather than get closer to voyeurism, the hobo gave Shane his attention while the teen rambled.
Ten seconds later, upon realizing that his pal wasn’t really talking about anything particularly interesting, Keith swapped his gaze back to the quarreling couple in time to see Roy carrying poor Kami (the girl was too pick-up-able for her own good, Keith thought) up the stairs.
And that was about the point when the Southerner decided he didn’t want to be involved.
He’d just shuffled back to the fridge and resumed searching when high laughter (the ‘high’ could have been about pitch or something else, he wasn’t quite sure how to describe it) pierced the air, freezing the scavenger in his tracks. Staring at the doorway, seeming to be the source of the sound, he watched to see if whoever it was decided to stumble into the kitchen. And stumble she did.
Moro didn’t seem to be completely together, and Keith gave her a funny look before peering into the fridge. He’d already looked at the shelves, with no beer to be found, but a shot investigation of the drawer revealed a plentiful amount of spirits.
The hobo pulled out two bottles, one for Moro and one for himself, and had been about to pass one over when he hesitated, drawing the bottle back and giving Moro a disapproving stare. “Hey, wait!” he said cautiously. “You even old enough ta drink this? Maybe ya oughta have some water or somethin’ instead.” He chose to ignore previous tavern drinking in exchange for sounding a little more responsible than he actually was.
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Post by Kameko Hoshi on Mar 25, 2010 19:39:42 GMT -5
(A/N: Roy wouldn’t stop bugging me until I posted. XD)
When Roy carried her up the stairs bridal-style, Kameko didn’t know what was installed for her. When the man kissed her oh how she missed the feeling of those soft lips on hers. In the next minute they were moving into a room and she felt herself being set down on a bed. The covers were fur and she ran her fingers through it, giggling at how soft it felt between her fingers.
While this way happened, unbeknownst to her, Roy had slyly closed the door, locked it, and even went as far as putting a nightstand up against it. Kameko looked up from inspecting the fur covers to see the man in front of her again and leaning towards her. He kissed her again, this time passionately then earlier and she felt herself melt into it.
Well, she was until she felt hands traveling over her body. Her breath hitched and she drew back in time to see her tattered shirt, discarded, and on the floor. A bright red blush blanketed her face as she tried to hide what best of her exposed skin as she could with her arms.
“Uh…Roy,” Kameko said awkwardly. “Should we really be doing this?”
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