Post by Richelle Foyté on Aug 27, 2012 14:51:22 GMT -5
The boy seemed to debate in his head of whether or not he liked it.
But she knew he did. They always liked it.
"So, do you always use men you just met as pillows, or am I special?"
Richelle thought for a moment.
She had kissed Sal when she first got here. In her old life, people picked on her and she hated them for it. And now, here was Chillum, very comfortable.
It's not like she could say he was her only pillow, but special?
"You're special," she replied finally. He was definitely the best pillow, if she had other men out there still.
Chillum seemed to be done smoking for a while. Perhaps that was a good thing.
"Do you always let random women use you as a pillow?" she smiled and began with her obnoxious hair twirling habit again.
He could allow that...FOR NOW. Well, for any length of time really. It wasn't any annoyance, and he didn't have anything pressing planned he supposed.
Man, Chillum would have to look into getting more of what he currently had. Surely he had only been sitting there a minute, but it felt like it had been months. A good time-slower was always a fun thing to try. Still, he had to be careful. Couldn't let time get away from him. Who knew how long it had actually been?
She said he was special. Well, he certainly felt special. He just took months to travel mere seconds. That takes skills. Still, even though her age meant she would be nowhere near an option for him, every guy loves to hear he's special from a girl. Hell, Chillum loved to be told he was special regardless of who said it. The little hair twirl at the end didn't hurt either.
Now he had to think for a moment. Did he let random women use him as a pillow? Maybe. He couldn't exactly think of any opportunity where he had denied women the use of him as a pillow. Women got snarky when you did things like that. Snark made things troublesome. Always inconvenient.
Still, she had already used special. What was he to answer in a unique yet classy way? There needed to be a book for it. He could write it! He had plenty of time it, as he saw time pass. But right now he had a response to do to a question. "Would the answer matter?"
Post by Richelle Foyté on Mar 31, 2013 15:38:13 GMT -5
"Would the answer matter?"
Pretty little Richelle couldn't help herself, she just started to laugh a cute little laugh.
"No, it doesn't. Not to me at least. I was just curious. You are very comfy though, so I couldn't even imagine that another girl didn't use you as a pillow."
She had turned to talk to him causing a strand of coral colored hair to fall forward. In response, she tucked it behind her ear shyly, then set her head back on his chest/shoulder area.
In a moment of silence, she thought about the age difference he seemed so concerned about. Eh, it wasn't that bad. She smiled a cute smile and flashed her gorgeous teeth again, then the smile faded quickly as a small tickling sensation went up her leg.
Her head tilted down to see a thousand legs crawling up her leg. She froze for a quick second before screaming slightly, slapping the thousand legged demon off of her leg and jumping over Chillum.
Her butt sat on the other side of him with her long, slender legs thrown over him. Her hands were both on the one shoulder on the side her butt resided on.
Her breathing picked up.
Freaking centipedes. She hated them. It was at this very moment she noticed her position. Blinking a few times, she gave a small smile and looked at him.
"Sorry. There was a centipede." She wasn't going to move until she was sure it was no longer in the vicinity; however, since he was so concerned with the age difference, she swung her legs off of him and leaned on him again with her eyes closed.
Her heart was racing and she was surprised that he couldn't hear it.
((This post written at an inconveniently sober state.))
His answer caught her off guard at least and earned a laugh. Seat of his pants brilliant thinking, that's what smoking was all about . Sure, some said it dulled mental facilities. Maybe it did. Sometimes it helped you think though.
"Not as often as you might think. I can be a recluse at times. Course, doesn't mean I don't like a bit of human contact every once in awhile."
She shifted to lying her head on his chest again, but then something changed. He felt a brief tension in her, then she uttered a small shriek and jumped to his other sides. For a moment, her legs were sprawled across her lap. Her legs in a skirt, mind you. That could cause problems possibly, but still, no one here.
She slapped something off of her leg, and explained the bug. Ah, good ol' bugs. Bane of most people anyway, and if you happened to be on a sensitive that altered your mood and reactions, well, it could be a bit more terrifying. Good thing he didn't have any strong hallucinogens down here.
She shifted her legs off of him, but still leaned against him and leaned back on him. Must be more sensitive to bugs than most. She was rattled. Rattled people need comfort, age be damned. He shifted his arm from under her and draped it across her shoulders, pulling her in. "Aye, that's these dungeons for ya. Lots of dark and crawly things. Still, they mainly don't mean harm. It doesn't take much to get rid of them. I'll keep them away though."
Judge someone all you want for who they're with or how they act with them, but judge a man harsh if he ain't going to comfort a scared person.
Post by Richelle Foyté on May 19, 2013 9:13:22 GMT -5
Oh thank God. The bug was gone, yet it still came to her mind and caused her to look wherever she thought she was itching. Damn bugs. Why did they do this to her? They were demons!
Chillum brought her closer to him and vowed to protect her. She smiled her perfect smile. Her knight in beautiful shining armor had his arm wrapped around her again.
Pretty little Richelle was still shaking slightly, but she felt more comfort in the fact that her knight was sitting next to her.
"Thanks, Chillum. Maybe you are the knight in shining armor." She gave another smile, but this one was a little half-hearted. In her defense, half of her heart was still freaking out about bugs. Upon realizing she was half-assing her beautiful smile, she froze, then gave a real smile.
After all, she had Chillum there to protect her. This alone made her giddy as hell. She gave a cute little giggle out of embarrassment of her earlier fake smile and her face gave a slight blush.
Wait? What? Richelle could blush?! Well, that was unfortunate. She quickly put a hand on her cheek and felt the warmth. Turning away quickly to hide this horrid pink color, she began to fidget with her sparkly purse.
"W-well, um, bugs don't need to like, crawl all over me." She stuttered now... This was not her day. She put her head back on his chest. At least down here he wouldn't be able to realize that she was blushing really bad.
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