Umbrale
Star
- Joined
- Aug 17, 2016
- Location
- Utahlkin' About Me Mother?!
All that answered Ty's furious rantings for her to show up and fuck him, was a soft, almost delirious-sounding giggle. Oh,how stupid he seemed. A snort of derisive laughter echoed around too, at his yell of the two poor girls. Tough luck, and a tougher teacher, it seemed. But, he would get the gratification of a surprised gasp, however, as he so suddenly attempted to bash his head in.
She didn't see that coming at all.
Yet, as he headed across the street, another giggle resounded in his mind. My, you have a lot to learn... pity? You really think pity will charm a girl? She slipped back into silence for just a moment, before he moved into the coffee shop. Upon first sight with the girl, he'd catch an incredulous, giggling-fit of laughter from his demonic partner. Bwahaha! Gods, your luck is horrendous! With that mysterious comment hanging in the depths of his mind, he heard a soft snore commence; and the link went silent. His voraciously insatiable, demonic entity of raw lust,and teacher, had fallen asleep on him.
Well, shit.
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Jess, minding her own business, bending lightly at the waist, in order to sweep under a nearby table, so suddenly found a bloody stranger barging in her door. She let out a cry of surprise, and backpedaled a few feet, gaping at him. She just stood there, with her mouth open like a dead fish, as he stammered out his hasty pleads for her help. Her eyes were as wide as saucers, and she seemed about ready to sprint out of the room. Yet, In but a moment, she dropped the broom, and had rushed to his side; almost not seeming to register him talking about the gun.
"By the gods! Are you alright?! You need help, bad!" Her voice was melodic, strangely so. Even more pleasing to the ears than Libi's, it housed an almost royal, suave tone, akin to that a lady of high bearing would use. It wasn't sultry in the least, but filled him with the yearning to hear more; to almost bask in her presence. For a human,she commanded the utmost of his attention.
Before he could respond,she was under his arm, helping to bring him to his feet--with a surprising amount of strength in her small form--and bring him around the counter of the bar. She immediately sat him down on the stool, and rushed for what looked like the phone. Jess ducked under it, however, and fished out a first-aid kit, returning to his side. She popped it open, and began to dab an alcohol pad and cotton puff along the split he had opened in his forehead. She was damn quick, it seemed. After a moment, however, she pulled back, frowning in surprise. "But... there's barely a cut here... So much blood, but it just looks like you scratched yourself. "
Abruptly, she backed up a step, and frowned; yet didn't look the least bit scared of him. Indeed, she looked more concerned for him,than anything else."Did you hurt yourself somewhere else? Maybe a nose-bleed,or something?" Tilting her head to him curiously, she transferred the blood-soaked alcohol pad and cotton puff to one hand; using the other to brush a few locks of hair that wasn't confined in an elegant french-braid, behind her ear.
Her pointy-tipped, rather long, ear.
She didn't see that coming at all.
Yet, as he headed across the street, another giggle resounded in his mind. My, you have a lot to learn... pity? You really think pity will charm a girl? She slipped back into silence for just a moment, before he moved into the coffee shop. Upon first sight with the girl, he'd catch an incredulous, giggling-fit of laughter from his demonic partner. Bwahaha! Gods, your luck is horrendous! With that mysterious comment hanging in the depths of his mind, he heard a soft snore commence; and the link went silent. His voraciously insatiable, demonic entity of raw lust,and teacher, had fallen asleep on him.
Well, shit.
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Jess, minding her own business, bending lightly at the waist, in order to sweep under a nearby table, so suddenly found a bloody stranger barging in her door. She let out a cry of surprise, and backpedaled a few feet, gaping at him. She just stood there, with her mouth open like a dead fish, as he stammered out his hasty pleads for her help. Her eyes were as wide as saucers, and she seemed about ready to sprint out of the room. Yet, In but a moment, she dropped the broom, and had rushed to his side; almost not seeming to register him talking about the gun.
"By the gods! Are you alright?! You need help, bad!" Her voice was melodic, strangely so. Even more pleasing to the ears than Libi's, it housed an almost royal, suave tone, akin to that a lady of high bearing would use. It wasn't sultry in the least, but filled him with the yearning to hear more; to almost bask in her presence. For a human,she commanded the utmost of his attention.
Before he could respond,she was under his arm, helping to bring him to his feet--with a surprising amount of strength in her small form--and bring him around the counter of the bar. She immediately sat him down on the stool, and rushed for what looked like the phone. Jess ducked under it, however, and fished out a first-aid kit, returning to his side. She popped it open, and began to dab an alcohol pad and cotton puff along the split he had opened in his forehead. She was damn quick, it seemed. After a moment, however, she pulled back, frowning in surprise. "But... there's barely a cut here... So much blood, but it just looks like you scratched yourself. "
Abruptly, she backed up a step, and frowned; yet didn't look the least bit scared of him. Indeed, she looked more concerned for him,than anything else."Did you hurt yourself somewhere else? Maybe a nose-bleed,or something?" Tilting her head to him curiously, she transferred the blood-soaked alcohol pad and cotton puff to one hand; using the other to brush a few locks of hair that wasn't confined in an elegant french-braid, behind her ear.
Her pointy-tipped, rather long, ear.