Part 5 - Nightmares [NSFW]

they01/11/2020

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Lately, the bandaged woman(?) has been making strange changes to the Spire, and to Able's classes. First, the removal of the sigils and the replacement of ascension with a more sturdy set of stairs (though, when originally installed, it was an inconvenient straight set rather than a more compact spiral staircase); then, the cleaning up of the bedroom and main room (which they passed off as a lesson on the dangers of vapours and sickly air); after that, imploring to never leave the Spire without a guardian (which was usually just them, as Charlemagne made for poor company)? After their. . .revelation. . .they've been treating Able simultaneously more respectfully AND with more restrictions on what they could and could not do.

Currently, the wall is covered with a map of London, with various paths from the Bazaar Side-Streets ebbing outwards; Able is sitting at his desk, with the bandaged woman(?) standing a bit too close behind them and pointing at a magnified map of Spite.

The Bandaged: Now, from the top; trace the paths are the quickest to return to the safety of Veilgarden or the Bazaar?

Only one comes to Able's mind, and that's a familiar path along the top of the buildings. . .

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The boy01/11/2020

Able was not amused by these restrictions, but his greater fear was seeing them have another meltdown, and merely obliged. Most of the time. Some of the time.

Able: The rooftop paths, easy, simple.

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The bandaged woman(?) nods their head.

The Bandaged: Hm, good.

The bandaged woman(?) leans down closer.

The Bandaged: . . .what else?

The boy01/11/2020

Able squints. Another path? He doesn't remember another "Approved" path. He sighs.

Able: I rather prefer the alleys, lots of interest there.

Able grins, knowing full well of the dangers.

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The bandaged woman(?) smacks the top of Able's head (not too hard, but hard enough to skew their head posture), scowling.

The Bandaged: I'm not a fool; you know that there's all kinds of vagabonds, vagrants, and villains lurking about in the alleys, wanting to steal your organs.

The boy01/11/2020

Able hisses, rubbing the back of his head.

Able: That's so exciting, though. Who wants to just live..... safely..

He gestures limply.

January 12, 2020

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The bandaged woman(?) starts walking around the room, the bandages around their eyes loose and revealing a pair of squinting, brown eyes.

The Bandaged: Child, you may think that you want to live a life of danger and of high passions, but you have a gift!

The bandaged woman(?), standing on the opposite side of Able's desk, grabs the edges of the table and leans over it, looking Able in the eye.

The Bandaged: You have access to the Surface; you're able to see light, to see things that most people down here can't even imagine.

The bandaged woman(?) stands back up, crossing their arms, scowling quietly.

The Bandaged: Even if you think that the Surface has. . .nothing. . .you ought to be able to admit that you have a certain kind of power over those desperate enough for memories of the sun.

The boy01/12/2020

Able places his chin on his hand, looking up at the Bandaged person, a sudden smug grin on his face.

Able: Mh? Like yourself?

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The bandaged woman(?) pauses, before sighing.

The Bandaged: . . .no. . .what I'm doing is teaching you how to use that unique power on others. Your safety is to your advantage, not moi's.

The boy01/12/2020

Able stands, and moves around the desk towards the Bandaged.

Able: Alright. Hmm.

He seems to think for a while, occasionally glancing up at them.

Able: You should take a little bit for yourself. Even a thief doesn't let too many debts go unpaid.

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The bandaged woman(?) furrows their bandages.

The Bandaged: You can repay me with a photo of the Surface sun. Preferably with a color camera..

The boy01/12/2020

Able: -He sighs.- I have neither the access or equipment to do such a thing currently. Maybe later.

He looks suddenly disinterested, and sits on the top of the desk.

Able: Don't you have any Neath based desires? A proper job?

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The bandaged woman(?) holds a hand on their hip, their brown eyes gaining a familiar twinkle.

The Bandaged: I do have a proper job, thank you.

The bandaged woman(?) reaches into their pocket, and pulls out their pot of Violant ink and their fountain pen in one palm. They push their chest upwards, evidently proud (if a bit self-important).

The Bandaged: Why, I work as a Correspondent for Benthic University. I study the Correspondence, and figure out why half the students in the college dorms lost their teeth after viewing a particular sentence. It vaguely pays for. . .something or other. Probably.

The boy01/12/2020

Able: Is that enjoyable for you?

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The bandaged woman(?) snorts.

The Bandaged: Oh God no; stuffy academics and doing administrative work is dreadful and, quite frankly, possibly lethal if you accidentally arrange the wrong symbols together. The only reason I ever became a scholar of the Correspondence was because, quite simply. . .it's fascinating.

The bandaged woman(?) pulls out their pen and writes what looks to be a messy scribble in the air; in the next moment, their bandages tighten around their body, fitting more snugly with their body than before as the Violant scribble disappears in the air.

The Bandaged: . . .it also helps to keep the bandages from chafing.

The boy01/12/2020

Able: Chafing what?

Hes starting to get a bit miffed.

Able: Why haven't I gotten to learn anything about it? Am I not your student?

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The Bandaged: It's best that you don't know. . .

The bandaged woman(?) lowers their pen, and they stare harder at Able, their glare darkening.

The Bandaged: I've been lenient in the subjects that I've taught you, and all of them have been useful. The Correspondence, however, is not merely something that can be learned in a single lesson.

The bandaged woman(?) walks towards Able, the pen leaving a Violant trace in the air as they walk.

The Bandaged: If you forget what sort of meats are polite enough for consumption, you risk, at most, a bad craving for human flesh. If you forget the punctuation that exists in the Correspondence, on the other hand, you risk losing your mind, if you haven't lost your head at that point.

The bandaged woman(?) gestures, pointing at their body as they talk.

The Bandaged: In studying the Correspondence, I've lost a patch of hair on the back of my head. . .I've scarred a man's soul, which, as it turns out, was a good thing, given the looks a devil was giving 'im. . .I've lost my mind thrice times over in one sitting. . .I've accidentally vivisected my kneecaps. . .

The bandaged woman(?) winces suddenly.

The Bandaged: . . .accidentally made some people soulless. . ..

The boy01/12/2020

Able stares at the bandaged, wondering what exactly that woman had hiding underneath. Clearly she said tentacles but... Where would she even get things like that? Did the bandaged person acquire them or merely born with them? He knew of rubbery men, but he wasn't sure that it was an illness.

Maybe effeminate parts were just that much more uncomfortable under wraps. He honestly hadn't thought about it. What would that feel like? He knew being in uncomfortable or small pants could cause him issues, but what about the bandaged person?

Able wasn't paying attention at all, he seemed to just be carefully observing the bandages body, now curious about what sort of nonsense she was hiding.

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The bandaged woman(?) continues talking, aggressively waving their pen in the air and leaving streaks of Violant lingering like a searing miasma.

The Bandaged: . . .burned a devil's brandy! . .accidentally made one's front teeth combust! . .set fire to glass, while stepping THROUGH it! . .

The boy01/12/2020

Able watches the bandaged move, glancing up and down them. What did they look like on the surface? Surely they didn't come down here looking like a rag. He wondered if she was soft. He blinked. He shooed that thought away. If if that was so, it wasn't so now. Though the thought lingered a bit more, so he crossed his legs for good measure..

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The bandaged woman(?) starts walking around, gesturing around with their pen and leaving Violant trails in the air; they're reminiscing, evidently over mixed memories.

The Bandaged: -Chuckling.- . . .y'know, once, I accidentally singed the Ambassador's skin with a sigil. . .I had meant to write "a future unfettered by rocks", but a stray curl made it read "a path blocked by an uncertain future". . .nasty mistake, that was. . .nearly scarred his face, hadn't I quickly sent an apology letter to undo the damage.

The bandaged woman(?) snorts, a derision entering their voice as they lean with a hand on Able's desk, twirling the pen in their hand.

The Bandaged: Heh! I never liked him anyways. Do you know, I used to be very prominent in his court, until I shook hands with a Rubbery Man; never mind that he invited her, and it was a her, how impolite of me to hold the hand- er, tendril of that creature!

The bandaged woman(?) slams a fist suddenly on Able's desk, a manic energy coursing through their body as they stand up again.

The Bandaged: I should've never fixed his face! Let him have that!

The boy01/12/2020

Able snaps out of his little imagination and is startled, jumping a bit. He stays quiet but does adjust himself so his legs cross a bit more tightly. This was too close. He glances at the bandaged's pen, then at the ink in the air. Was that safe?

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The bandaged woman(?) gestures wildly, streaking the air with Violant; the air is. . .starting to smell vaguely like noxious makeup that's slowly burning.

The Bandaged: And you know what? That devil had what was coming to him! I saw that he was trying to herd my soul out of my body, and he thought he was clever, but ohhh. . .

The bandaged woman(?) leans over the desk, gesturing the pen in front of Able's face, the point aiming at them.

The Bandaged: . . .I gave him a right nightmare, I did! I scribbled the worst sort of language, and it. . .er. . .do you smell. . .

The bandaged woman(?) stands up, their bandages furrowing.

The Bandaged: . . .something smells strange. . .

The boy01/12/2020

Able tilts their head, staring at the bandaged.

Able: ...Is something burning..?.

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The bandaged woman(?) hurriedly inspects themselves (for self-explanatory reasons).

The Bandaged: Is it!? . .no, it's not me. . .thank God. . .but, what is. . .

The Violant streaks in the air scatters as something flies by at great velocity. The bandaged woman(?) ducks suddenly, before whirling about in a squatting position; in the wall behind Able, a single hole, the size of a pellet, can be seen going clean through the wall.

The Bandaged: The blazes was that!? . .wh. . .what was that. . ?

The room begins to shift. Around, the walls start curling up as the paint coating it cracks in unexplained heat; below, the floor Able is standing on warps, shifting to look like the tide of a beach's ocean meeting the edge of a muddy bank covered in burnt tops of lush, hay-like plants that Able doesn't recognize. The bandaged woman(?) starts backing up in Able's desk.

The Bandaged: . . .oh. . .oh no, I botched it. . .no, I. . .I don't want to see this agai- gah!

The bandaged woman(?) suddenly grabs Able and forces him down to a kneeling position into the thin muddy bank behind the desk as the wall behind them suddenly becomes peppered in bullet-holes.

The Bandaged: I just. . .I just need to let it pass, that's. . .that's all. . .er, you ought to be fine, I think. . .

The boy01/12/2020

Able looks around, and when he is moved to a safer space, scoots closer to the bandaged, as far from the water as he can. He's staring at it, even if its far from them he wanted nothing to do with it.

Able: What the... What sort-

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The bandaged woman(?) suddenly ducks preemptively, as more bullet-sized holes pepper the rear wall. Ahead, Able can see the plants burst into fire, the fire starting to edge closer to the center of the room.

The bandaged woman(?) is tidying their clothes-colony on themselves, though their facial bandages seem tense. They speak with a falsetto, apparently trying to soothe.

The Bandaged: _Oh, it's fine, it's fine, it's just a botched sigil. It'll feel real, but you just oughta let it pas-

The bandaged woman's(?) facial bandages suddenly slice apart right on the bridge of their nice, slashing it across so it passes under their left eye and over their right eye; the bandages scatter briefly, but don't detach from their head, revealing a furrowed visage and a cut going along their face. The bandaged woman(?) reaches up to their face, rubbing their eyes as blood trickles down the bridge of their nose.

The Bandaged: H-heh. . .it's. . .it's fine, it. . .I. . .I lived, so that's what's going to happen. . .that's. . .that's all. . .

Ahead, Able can see the fire of the burning plants begin advancing on the muddy shelf and towards him, impossibly burning through the slated earth. . .

The boy01/12/2020

Able looks at the bandaged and then the fire. What kind of hell was this? He moves from the fire, but looks very hard at the ocean, as if it was going to jump out at him as he moved. Why was there an ocean? What sort of nightmare was this?

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The bandaged woman(?) is holding a hand over their face as streaks of blood starts trickling down their face, running down their cheeks and dripping from their chin.

The Bandaged: It's fine, it's. . .it's fine. . .it. . !

The bandaged woman(?) suddenly shrieks, grabbing Able reflexively.

The Bandaged: Get down! The blade. . !

The bandaged woman(?) falls backwards, pulling Able back into the edge of the ocean; though Able doesn't feel himself falling far, the ocean seems to encroach suddenly, drowning the edge of the muddy land. . .

Able can feel himself submerged in water all around, with candlelight shining down from above in fractured pieces; besides them, the bandaged woman(?) is lying on their back, shaking but breathing; they're apparently unaffected, if shaken up, whereas Able can feel himself in want for air. . .

The boy01/12/2020

The young man feels the top of the water grow darker, and darker. The sounds around him is muffled, and his lungs burn already. A cold, freezing current surrounds him, the fear is deep within him. He wants to thrash and kick but he feels the restraints.

Able looks to be struggling, and crying to himself about something. The guttural fear is a bit too much. He knows this isn't happening, but he can't bring himself to breathe.

He covers his face, knowing these fears couldn't be real here. God but he can feel the freezing cold.

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The cold tides of a familiar Unterzee ocean washes over Able, pushing them(? The bandaged woman(?) doesn't seem to be moving away from them, yet Able still feels like he is being pushed around out of his own volition) around in the blackening ocean. . .

. . .suddenly, he feels himself being whipped around violently, as if the restraints holding him still were being tugged along by the waves and sending him careening without him seeing anything. Besides them, they can hear the muffled voice of the bandaged woman(?). . .

The Bandaged: -Muffled, distant.- . . .ah, well. . .now, that's over. . .er, child? . .

. . .before they feel a sharp(? Even though Able knows that it ought to hurt, only the fear of injury increases rather than any actual impact occurring) pain sear against his thigh as he feels his body slam against a hard, scraggy object in the dark. Then, another impact, this time on their shoulder; then, another. They're vaguely away of the bandaged woman's(?) voice coming from above, like a voice speaking above the surface of water.

The Bandaged: -Distant; echoing.- . . .hil . ? Able, ar . .ou alright?

After a few battering hits, he suddenly feels his head tip back, and, despite the fact that he ought to be in water, he feels himself falling, the sound of a torrential waterfall reverberating in their head. . .

The boy01/12/2020

Able feels a sudden realization, but doesn't know how to put that together until he was already falling. He finds himself wanting to scream, but his voice was clogged, his body trapped. What was holding him back? He feels himself falling for so long, just enough for him to stop feeling scared. This doesn't last long, he feels a sharp, painful sting against his body, yet again surrounding his body in water.

The pain spreads across his body, He feels himself sinking again. Deeper and deeper, how deep could this possibly be?

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Around, they feel the pressure of water pushing on them on all sides, suffocating them for a moment too long. . .

. . .before they suddenly feel air enter their throat, and the darkness clears into light. Around them, they can see visions of water receding quickly like a mirage from the wooden legs of their tilted desk. Above them, they can see the underside of their desk (now currently inscribed with a fresh, Violant sigil); to their side, they can see the bandaged woman(?) lying on the ground, holding a hand to their head and muttering to themselves, their head tilting between gazing at him and the written sigil. He is back in the main room of the Spire, with everything back in it's proper place (excepting the usual disorder that's always present here); there's no signs of flooding, no sign of bullet holes, and no sign of madness anywhere except than what was normal.

The boy01/12/2020

He gasps, breathing, burning, sitting up. He looks around, shaking. Able wordlessly touches the bandaged person's shoulder. He tries not to make sounds as tears are streaming down their face. He feels its over, but that fear fills his stomach. He'd be fine, he thought, people get over this sort of thing all the time, right?

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The bandaged woman(?) shifts their gaze, looking towards Able as they put away their pen and rub a hand along the sigil drawn on the underside of Able's desk, smearing it.

The Bandaged: G. . .good, you're. . .you're responsive. . .goodness, child. . . what sorts of things do you dream about. . ?

The boy01/12/2020

Able doesn't say anything, he just collapses against the bandaged. His head against them, before he starts to cling to the bandaged person. He doesn't want to talk, he just needs to know he's solid, that something isn't going to fall out from under him. He doesn't want to move, so he grips tighter, but he doesn't do more than that. He thinks to himself, good things. Solid things.

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The bandaged woman(?) is startled by Able's holding, their hands outstretched.

The Bandaged: A-Able! . .oh dear, are you. . .

The bandaged woman(?) trails off, their hands awkwardly hanging in the air; a moment later, they slowly move their arms around Able, their hands holding them gently so as to not squeeze but clasping their shoulders just enough to hold on.

The Bandaged: -Quietly.- . . .are you. . .what. . .did. . .

The boy01/12/2020

Able leans in a bit more, his thoughts getting more and more positive. He had something solid, it was good. Even if things seemed shaky it wasn't likely to fall apart right now. He sighs, pulling away. He looked better, but not great.

Able: ...Sorry.

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The bandaged woman(?) pauses, looking at Able. Their face (which seems to be undamaged despite what had happened earlier) is inscrutable, but their voice speaks lightly, and gently.

The Bandaged: . . .I'm. . .no, you shouldn't be apologizing. . .this was. . .well, this is one of the dangers of writing with the language of the Correspondence. . .it can. . .

The bandaged woman(?) trails off, their head tilted slightly in guilt. A moment later, they're edging closer to Able.

The Bandaged: . . .the writing I accidentally made was. . .a particularly erroneous example. . .whatever. . .

The bandaged woman(?) suddenly moves in a flash; Able can feel themselves being enveloped by the arms of a clothes-colony, their shoulder scratching slightly against the bandages on the woman's(?) chest as they hold them in a tentative, but definitive, hug (or at least, a vague gesture of one).

The Bandaged: . . .whatever you saw, I'm. . .sorry that you had to live. . .er, well, re-live. . .it. . .

The boy01/12/2020

Able looks surprised, but certainly returns the gesture. He wraps his arms around the bandaged, huffing. He feels better, but this sadness lingers. He can feel that familiar post cry feeling of....need. He ignores it, and tries to pull away.

Able: Hm... I will have to...remember this then.. A lesson, you could say.

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The bandaged woman(?) pauses, still holding onto them for a moment longer before letting them trail away; their voice sounds regretful.

The Bandaged: . . .it's. . .one of the many reasons why the Correspondence is still. . .looked down upon. I don't suppose there's anything I could do to. . .to convince you that the Correspondence can be used for good and. . .shouldn't be burned. . ?

The boy01/12/2020

Able looks at them curiously.

Able: Aye, if you want to join me for a romp then maybe...

Able laughs suddenly, but turns around waving off what he said immediately.

Able: I am certain it was nothing more than an accident of passion.

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The bandaged woman(?) stares at Able, before grabbing their shoulder; though their face is inscrutable, Able can see a familiar twinkle between the gaps of the bandages over their eyes.

The Bandaged: Well, would it make you feel better?

The boy01/12/2020

Able looks back at the bandaged, suddenly a bit flush in the face. He looks away again.

Able: A-Ah.. Mm.. I wouldn't mind such attention.. With said company.

January 13, 2020

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The bandaged woman(?) chuckles to themselves, pulling Able by the shoulders into a close, partial hug.

The Bandaged: Mhm. Are you usually this meek with the ladies you've seduced, or is it just me, then?

The boy01/13/2020

Able gets suddenly a bit miffed, but even more red than before.

Able: C-Certainly not! I'm merely being.... respectful.. I hope.

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The bandaged woman(?) snickers, holding a hand to their chin as they suddenly lean against Able.

The Bandaged: Mmh, out of manners, or out of fear?

The boy01/13/2020

Able looks up but that doesn't last long before he's looking away. Fear, he knew, but he wasn't sure he'd tell her that.

Able: Ah well... I'm not known for.... manners am I...

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The bandaged woman(?) laughs a little more, leaning hard onto Able as an arm drapes around their back and neck; the bandaged woman(?) is pulling them closer, their eyes squinting in an implied grin.

The Bandaged: Mhm? Do you like feeling scared then?

The bandaged woman(?) pulls Able closer, moving with an arm behind them as their other hand lightly grabs at Able's chin.

The Bandaged: Or do you like being hunted? The thrill of getting away. . .or, with me, thinking you got away?

The boy01/13/2020

Able nearly faints, his face so red hot he might as well be on fire. He steadies himself and pushes away gently.

Able: Perhaps... Can we take this elsewhere... Without the...erm.... Audience?

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The bandaged woman(?) tuts as the clothes-colony (previously perked up) relaxes.

The Bandaged: Aw, they only wanna watch. . .sigh. . .I suppose its for your own comfort, though. . .

The bandaged woman(?) stands up, leaving Able on the ground.

The Bandaged: Well, now; to my room, then?

The boy01/13/2020

Able sighs, a bit more relaxed now.

Able: No you.... That's a bit filthy.... mm.. hmm... and my girls are in my room....

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The bandaged woman(?) tuts.

The Bandaged: It is not filthy. It's organized very meticulously in manners that would go over your head. And I don't understand why you'd be bothered by weasels watching you; they don't typically understand human intercourse. . .hm. ..

The bandaged woman(?) holds a hand to their chin, musing for a moment; a smile peeks out between the gaps of the bandages.

The Bandaged: . . .if you want a private, clean place, then. . .how about the bathroom, down below?

The boy01/13/2020

Able stands, dusting himself off.

Able: That would work just fine, yes.

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The bandaged woman(?) grabs Able by the shoulder, guiding them along with them as they walk to the center of the room.

The Bandaged: . . .mm, then come along. . .not that you have much of a choice. . .

The bandaged woman(?) drags Able along a little excitedly, descending down the spiral staircase between the floors; soon, they're on the maintenance floor, and they guide Able to the wall partitioning the room into the kitchen and the bathroom.

The Bandaged: Hmm. You ought to go in first, and. . .get yourself ready. It'll take a while to. .

The bandaged woman(?) shakes their arm.

The Bandaged: . . .er, convince them to take their leave.

The boy01/13/2020

Able: Hm. Alright.

Able looks a bit amused, and turns around, then just starts undressing before he heads in. Being a bit of a show-off as he does, he doesn't look at the bandaged though. His face was still red, couldn't give up that faux confidence. He then heads into the washroom, sighing as he closes the door, psyching himself up a bit.

Surely this was going to be fine. Did they normally like men on the bottom? Lords, he wasn't sure.

they01/13/2020

Outside of the washroom, Able can hear some conversing between the bandaged woman(?) and a distinct set of screeching voices through the closed door.

The Bandaged: -Muffled.- Now, cooperate. . .heavens, please, you'll be fine without me. . .see, here's a coatrack, all of you will be fine. . .

After that, some quick rustling (quite a bit, which is no surprise given how many layers the woman(?) had on), and then. . .the door opens, revealing the bandaged woman(?) standing in the doorway, their body still wrapped in bandages but otherwise as bare as they can comfortably get. Able can see that they've displaced some of the bandages on their face, revealing their eyes and letting through glimpses of their cocky smile poke between the gaps.

The Bandaged: Mmh, well now. . .

The bandaged woman(?) edges closer, lightly pinching Able's cheek while their other hand rubs a finger along Able's shoulder.

The Bandaged: . . .mh, you ought to get the water running. Wash yourself clean before you get yourself, ah, dirty as it were.

The boy01/13/2020

He's a bit miffed. He was an adult, he could do without the infantilization. Regardless able seems to still react to the attention, his face about as flush as it could get. He nods.

Able: Ah, indeed.

He side steps the bandaged, a little relieved to be freed from their grasp, but still eager to get back into it. It was a complicated emotion. He goes to turn the water on, now very comfortable with how the system worked, turning the handle, and watching the water flow from below.

He finds a spot to rest against, happy to be covered in warm water. Able takes a.........leisurely approach to cleaning himself. Light, gentle, not very... effective. At least he's using a rag, though, which wasn't typically the case previously.

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The bandaged woman(?) tuts.

The Bandaged: Tsk. Your hygiene leaves plenty to be desired.

The bandaged woman(?) steps into the tub, their bandages immediately soaking through and more definitively outlining their body as they lower into the water. The woman(?) edges close to Able, and they grab the rag from Able's hands.

The Bandaged: I suppose I ought to do it for you then. . .

The bandaged woman(?) grabs Able by the shoulders, pulling them into their lap with their back against her(?) chest; they shift their grip, a hand moving to rub at Able's side while the other one scrubs the rag along his chest, paying special attention to the trail of hair running along his stomach.

The boy01/13/2020

Able seems a bit more relaxed at this, oddly enough. He seems to enjoy the attention a bit, even if he is a little upset, thinking he was doing perfectly well.

Able: I was doing exactly as you showed me.

He seemed to believe this. He looks at himself, then up at the bandaged.

Able: Does it need to be so clean, or are you just feeling me up, ma'am?

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The bandaged woman(?) hums, shifting to lean in towards the side of Able's head; the loose bandages on their chin tickles Able's neck as they speak in a low tone.

The Bandaged: Mmm, well, your scrubbing is simply anemic. One ought to scrub harder so as to make sure they get rid of all the detritus.

The bandaged woman(?) keeps scrubbing at Able's front, shifting the rag higher so that they're scrubbing at his chest.

The Bandaged:. . .though, if you want to be felt up. . .~

The hand resting on Able's side shifts, moving to rub the inside of Able's thigh with their knuckles lightly grazing against the underside of Able's scrotum.

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The boy01/13/2020

Able groans a bit at the lecture, but doesn't move away. He instead leans back against the Bandaged. Able didn't know exactly how to feel about being "Felt up". Typically he was the one with the grabby hands. He surely didn't feel like complaining though.

Able: Mhf.. If you would be so bold to...

His nearly half erect member looked like it shot up at the simple idea, though he did feel like he himself wanted to give some of those feelings. They seemed to get excited as he squirmed about his need, but at this point he didn't really want to give into that.

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The bandaged woman(?) leans in closer, the bandages on their face rustling against their neck. Their hand keeps scrubbing at Able's chest, though their hand is holding it limply, the majority of the fingers trailing along his chest and lightly squeezing instead.

The Bandaged: You're eager, aren't you. . ?

The bandaged woman(?) raises the grip on his thigh a little, their other hand cupping Able's scrotum and tugging lightly for a moment.

The Bandaged: Well, you're very tame. . .

The bandaged woman(?) raises their hand a little higher, lightly gripping Able's member and lightly pumping them; they lower their head, resting it on his shoulder as they breathe into Able's ear.

The Bandaged: . . .and so obedient. . ..

The boy01/13/2020

Able hisses, a bit surprised(though he probably shouldn't be) at their boldness. His member twitching in the woman's hands. He gets a bit scared, suddenly remembering last time and how quickly that went. He grabs the bandaged's wrists tightly and suddenly.

Able: gghf..! Aye, s......shouldn't I be returning the favor to you...? Certainly.... you have your own needs...

Able was stalling, and now trying to pry himself free.

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The bandaged woman(?) tuts, breathing into Able's ear.

The Bandaged: Mmph, but you're so much fun to play with. . .

The bandaged woman(?) pumps their fist alone Able's member one more time, before letting go with a dramatic sigh.

The Bandaged: Sigh. . .though, you are right. . .mmph. . .

The bandaged woman(?) suddenly stands up, surprising Able and pushing them into the tub, splashing water as they do so; they stand, the candlelight of the room illuminating them in an ominous silhouette; a finger hooks at the bandages at their chest, exposing a familiar blackness writhing slowly but eagerly underneath.

The Bandaged: Mmh. . .now then. . .do you prefer something. . .exotic? . .or something more familiar?.

The boy01/13/2020

Able flails a bit in the water before steadying himself. He looks up at the bandaged, suddenly remembering the tentacles. Surely they didn't use those... He wouldn't even know how.

Able: Ah.... Do it more... properly...

He is still flush, though, the thought of what they could feel like. He wasn't sure if they'd feel soft against him, or perhaps a bit slimy? Would that feel good?

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The bandaged woman(?) sighs, letting go of the loose bandage and covering the gap in their chest.

The Bandaged: Huff. Your tastes are ordinary. . .

The bandaged woman(?) lowers their hands, tugging at the bandages around their groin; they're fiddling with the bandages, tightening in the areas around their sides to create slack around their groin, loosening the bandages there slowly. . .

The Bandaged: . . .though, I suppose I could always, ah. . .

. . .the bandages slowly loosen, a defined weight pressing against it for a moment before giving way; in the light of the candlelight, Able can see what looks to be a. . .sizeable member shifting comfortably out into view (with the aid of some tentacles wrapped around it for support), not too much larger than Able's owns but otherwise a bit larger around than expected (certainly larger than anything they would've expected out of a now wrongly assumed lady).

The Bandaged: . . .fill you in another way. . .~.

The boy01/13/2020

Able stares for a long, long time. How could he be so wrong? Was it the way they spoke? More importantly... Why would they even be interested in him if... How would that even work..?

Able: m........ah....ma'am.... you.... hmm.... How would that...

He looks puzzled now, trying to figure it out logistically.

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The bandaged MAN(! Definitively, now, or at least more certain than a coincidental Rubbery mutation) moves closer to Able, the water splashing a bit.

The Bandaged: . . .hm? What was that?.

The boy01/13/2020

Able: A-Ah.. -Looking a bit embarrassed- ..Sir..?

Able backs away a bit, but not by a lot.

Able: I've... I do not understand... How would you...?

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The bandaged man pauses, before holding a hand to their chin.

The Bandaged: . . .mm, right. I'll have to clean you out first before I get inside you. . ..

The boy01/13/2020

Able, looking very confused leans in.

Able: More cleaning? Is that really necessary? I... Have not... Done such things I..

He looks up at the bandaged, who can see, despite his shock, doesn't look put off.

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The bandaged man pauses, kneeling to stare Able in the eye, a grin peeking through the bandages and through their eyes.

The Bandaged: . . .why, child; is this your first time with a man?.

The boy01/13/2020

Able nods, not sure why they look so excited about this.

Able:...Is this unusual?

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The bandaged man chuckles, holding a hand to Able's chin and lightly forcing them to lift his head.

The Bandaged: Mmm, no. . .though, it's still uncommon to find someone who hasn't had lovers of all kinds. . .

The bandaged man grabs Able's sides, moving him around rather forcefully.

The Bandaged: . . .mm, we'll have to ease you into this, then. . .

The bandaged man turns Able around so he's facing away from them.

The Bandaged: . . .mmhh, yeah. . .here, get on your knees, I'll get you cleaned up and ready. . ..

The boy01/13/2020

Able looks like he's going to sprain something looking so confused. He obliges, getting down, realizing he might just have to let the bandaged guide him through this. He wasn't sure what needed to be cleaned though. Odd. He looks back at the bandaged, a bit curious now.

Able: What do men usually do...? With each other..?.

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The Bandaged: Oh, you know; light conversation. . .

The bandaged man leans over Able, pulling an arm at the bandages on their abdomen and exposing a familiar writhing blackness.

The Bandaged: . . .brawling, mutual drinks. . .the usual. Relax for me..

The boy01/13/2020

Able isn't sure what they mean, but tries to relax his muscles. He doesn't know what he's supposed to be relaxing?

Able: That sounds too proper..

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The Bandaged: Mmm, perhaps.

A brief sound of squelching echoes in the washroom, before suddenly Able feels a wet, slimy pressure against his rear; the bandaged man tuts above them, lowering their body onto them and resting their weight onto him for a moment.

The Bandaged: . . .mm, you need to listen to me, child; you ought to relax..

The boy01/13/2020

That was a new sensation he'd never felt before..Was it good? Bad? Pressure like that certainly felt.... Interesting. He jumps a little, surprised, but a little comforted by the bandaged's.

.. Encouragement? He gasps, tensing before he sighs, loosening his body again.

Able: Ggf! A ...warning! Would've been... Appreciated!

He hisses. He doesn't make a move to get away, though.

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The bandaged man leans harder onto them, sighing contentedly.

The Bandaged: Mmmh, good. . .

Able can feel the pressure pushing harder against his rear end, slowly pushing with a bit more force until suddenly. . .his body gives way, allowing a slimy, wet intruder to briefly wriggle a bit inside of him.

The Bandaged: -Shivering.- Hhff. . .good. . .mmmh, now we just gotta. . .get you ready and cleaned out. . .

Suddenly, the wet intruder pushes harder into Able, forcing itself deeper inside for a moment; the entire time, it's pulsing gently, and they can feel a moderately cool liquid fill their insides only a tad before quickly escaping.

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The boy01/13/2020

An even newer sensation filled able as his insides were forcefully expelled. He couldn't deny feeling less... Full, though.

He griped the whole time at the Bandaged person. "How could you do this" and "Oh god"s filled the air.

Bandaged had simply left him to his own devices for a few short moments before returning with odd candles Able had never seen. Smelled weird.

After that was all said and done, able gets back into the bath to now wash himself.... again... And feel more comfortable after that fiasco.

they01/13/2020

The bandaged man, after lighting the last candle in a spot along the sharper curve of the semi-circular tub, they blow out the lit match, before dunking the match into the bathwater and then tossing it aside inattentively.

The Bandaged: That probably won't start a. . .ah, nevermind. Well now, do you feel cleaner inside?.

The boy01/13/2020

Able sighs, washing himself a bit laxly. He did, but certainly there had to be an easier way to go about it.

Able: I could have gone with maybe a warning...

He sounds miffed.

Able: Aye, you better give me somethin' good after all that though.

January 14, 2020

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The bandaged man steps into the tub, moving into a kneeling position.

The Bandaged: Now, don't be insolent with me, child. . .

The bandaged man edges closer to Able with every word they speak, moving so that they're propped just above them; each is placed on the bathtub wall on both sides of Able, the bandaged man hunching over them, their member outlined by the candlelight and in Able's view.

The Bandaged: . . .this was your offer, after all. . .best not go back on your word, now. . .

They move their hand, hooking a finger around their chest bandages and letting a single tendril flop out.

The Bandaged: . . .unless, you want to be punished. . ?.

The boy01/14/2020

Able suddenly shrinks down a bit into the bath. What was THAT feeling? Those words felt warm with every little stress. He then suddenly sits back up, huffing.

Able: I am most certainly not a Child sir!

He, in a faux confident burst leans in, his red face not really allowing him to fake it very well.

Able: And I can most certainly take whatever it is that you may have to offer.....

Able starts to shake a bit, staring directly at the bandaged person. This was a bit much for him.

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The bandaged man chuckles, a grin peeking through the facial bandages as they let move their hand from their chest (hiding the tentacles underneath once more) as their hand moves to brush the underside of Able's chin.

The Bandaged: Mmm, a bit cocky, aren't we? Well, let's see, then. . .

The bandaged man props themselves a bit higher above Able, grinning a bit wider.``

The Bandaged: . . .get on your knees. Legs inside the tub, arms outside..

The boy01/14/2020

Able gripes, but does as the bandaged person asks. He's a bit relieved, his face allowed to relax at this point into his now actually fairly embarrassed look.

Able: Hmph. I am merely stating facts.

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The bandaged man shifts behind Able, before, suddenly, they can feel a heavy weight press against his back, pinching his midriff between a bandaged wall and the slightly uncomfortable porcelain of the tub walls.

The Bandaged: Mmm, alright. . .

The bandaged man shifts their weight, rubbing their chest against Able's back as they adjust themselves.

The Bandaged: . . .you certainly feel all bothered and embarrassed for someone so CONfident . .

Able feels a sharp prodding against their rear as the bandaged man stresses their last word before trailing into a wordless groan.

The Bandaged: Mmf. . .relax, boy. . ..

The boy01/14/2020

Able gasps, suddenly all of that faux confidence draining from him. He lays his upper half of his body against the cool tiles, focusing on relaxing. That was hard to do, he found, but he wasn't about to be beaten by just this.

Able: Ghf! I am.... Perfectly relaxed.....

He gripes, seemingly more comfortable in this new position. Able did seem to get something from the pressure, though, his member certainly thought so at least. It was hard to ignore at this point.

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The bandaged man doesn't wait for Able to relax enough and thrusts forward repeatedly in series, the head of a sizeable member prodding against Able's entrance indiscriminately without entering, serving to only put repeated immense pressure against Able's rear; above, the bandaged man is quietly huffing, their hot breath flowing across the nape of Able's neck.

The Bandaged: Mmf. . .a lie, evidently. . .mmm, but so polite. . .I guess I ought to help you out. . .

The bandaged man shifts above Able (still keeping his body pinched between the tub and their abdomen), their hips pulling away from Able's rear; a hand moves out of Able's view, before suddenly he feels a continuous push against his entrance.

The Bandaged: Mmm, quick and sweet. . .just pUSH. . !

The bandaged man suddenly thrusts forward; the tip of their member pushes HARD against Able's entrance before it gives way, hilting him immediately as the bandaged man's wet hips slap loudly against Able's cheeks. He can hear the man groaning gutturally from behind, a moist breathing coating their neck and back as the hand returns to hook under Able's right arm and around his chest.

The Bandaged: Hhrf! . .aahh, there we gooo. . .~.

The boy01/14/2020

The first thing able notices is that there is a searing pain, but more importantly that there was a fullness that he couldn't quite deny he Enjoyed. The pain was fairly dull the first couple attempts, but once he had the Full thing in there, it was fairly painful. Manageable, and certainly in a way he liked more than wanted to complain about. Not that he wasn't going to.

Able: Gods...! Ghh... ahh... Lords you.... Have NO sense of.....hhh... Warning!

Able squirms under the bandaged, acting annoyed and covering up his pain with anger.

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When Able squirms, he can feel a sudden throbbing pulse inside of him, and the pleasured groaning of the man above them. The bandaged man pushes their hip further forward, simply pressing their hips harder against Able's rear and the back of their thighs; he can feel the light contact of their scrotum touching his as they settle their weight harder onto them, preventing them from wriggling around as hard.

The Bandaged: D'awww, you're like a scared rat wriggling awaaay. . .mmh. . .too much, boy? Too rough for you to handle. . ?.

The boy01/14/2020

Able seems to be a bit in a weird half bliss half annoyed state. Is this why the bandaged was so excited? He writhes more, but not so much away as against.

Able: hhg... I will have you know Sir, that I am... Perfectly capable of taking this and more! I will not have you treating me like a child!

Able was absolutely lying, and his griping with every tiny movement of the bandaged gave that away.

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The bandaged man pulls out slowly, leaving Able feeling empty in the sudden vacancy; they lean harder onto Able,.

The Bandaged: Mmmh, well. . .guess I'll take your word for it, then. . .mMF! . .

The bandaged man is hilted with Able again, having thrusted on the stressed word; they're leaning forward harder, pinching Able between them and the tub walls as they start doing a rhythmic pistoning into Able, breathing raggedly as they do so.

The Bandaged: Mmmh, yeahh. . .tight, aren't you. . .hmm. . .~.

The boy01/14/2020

Able's regret is almost instant, the pain is a bit more than the enjoyment he was previously getting out of it. Though strangely his member didn't seem to agree, but he couldn't exactly figure that one out. Able suddenly whimpers, unable to grab for anything or stop it physically he was certainly going to have to actually Voice that need.

Able: G.....gghh..! Go ds... ! S-....Sir, pl ease, slow down....god... This is a....hhhhg... too much....

Able's face burned with both the embarrassment of admitting anything to that old twat let alone the fact that he still indeed want this. He covers his face, whimpering to himself.

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The bandaged man starts increasing their pace, huffing hard and lowering themselves harder onto Able so they're squeezing them (almost to breathlessness) and breathing into their ear.

The Bandaged: Hmf. . .mmhf. . .mmyeah? . .mmf. . .I thought you could. . .mmhF. . .take it though. . ? Hm? . .mmhhf. . .

The bandaged man is starting to pant loudly behind Able's vision, and they lift a hand, doing something behind Able's back; they start doing hard, blind thrusts into Able's rear whenever they stress their words.

The Bandaged: Mmrrhh! . .ah, then. . .mmph! . .were you LYing to me, huh? Huh? . .mmhh! . ..

The boy01/14/2020

Able whimpers into the tiles,the movement is a bit too much for the boy. The pain starts to dull but he knows he's going to be sore. He soon goes back to griping, seemingly the only thing that's kept him distracted from the embarrassment.

Able: ggf.....hh! Ye.....yes.... please just....! A little slower.... god..!

He is trying to wriggle a bit under them, trying to get some sort of grip, but there's nothing really to hold onto.

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The bandaged man's hand returns into Able's view, grabbing their shoulder as they lean briefly off of them; however, the pressure caused by their body is replaced by a wall of wet, slimy. . .THINGS pushing against Able's back, squelching as he feels spots on his back get sucked on. Throughout this, the man keeps a steady pace of thrusts, pistoning into Able's rear with regularity as their member throbs inside of Able periodically.

The Bandaged: Mmmh, lying to your mentor? . ..mmHF. . .I oughta PUNish you for. . .mmhhf. . .being so INsolent. . .mmhhff. . .

The bandaged man is speeding up their pace, their member throbbing and their thrusting being spurred on in response to Able's echoing whimpering.

The Bandaged: . . .mmhhhhh, I NEED to punish you BADly! . .yess. . .mmmhhhh, I know. . .

The bandaged man leans back onto Able, the squelching pressure on their back suddenly squishing harder and making Able breathless from being pinned.

The Bandaged: . . .I'll just fuck you 'till you. . .mmhhh, can't think, then. . .mhh, teach my apprentice to HONor! . .his! . .claims. . .mmmhhhyeahhh. . .~.

The boy01/14/2020

Able notices that despite the pace picking up, the pain didn't increase, it merely stayed steady. He still whimpers with each thrust into him, and he still jumps at the familiar wet feeling he sort of remembers but in this headspace he couldn't care. He looks fairly blissful at this point, seemingly just allowing himself to be used like this. He focused on this feeling, a fullness that pressed into a spot he couldn't quite place but every time the Bandaged's member grazed past it, it was like fire in his groin. He would have to investigate that later.

Able: Ah..! gods.... please ...

He didn't know what he was pleading for at this point, but he supposed it didn't matter. He was close enough that he figured he would certainly have release.

.

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The bandaged man is thrusting harder against Able, creating wet slaps that echo in the empty bathroom; the slick sensation on Able's back starts to wriggle, with several spots on his back feeling like they're being sucked briefly before relaxing in a cycle of tension and relaxation. He can feel an warming breath on their neck as the man lowers more, their mouth mere inches from them as they speak low and deep.

The Bandaged: Mmh. . .there we go. . .now you're broken in. . .mmhhh, begging for it so BADly. . .go on. . .take iiitt. . .

The bandaged man is getting incredibly close to Able, their member barely pulling out of Able before being slammed HARD back into his entrance, their impacts causing their rear to feel sore and well-used.

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The boy01/14/2020

Able writhes just a bit before whimpering, feeling that all too familiar closeness. He groans and keep wanting to grab for anything. He suddenly gasps with a bit of a surprise, his body tensing up with the last bit he had holding out as his member twitched below the waters, his relief at least mildly concealed. He relaxes, going very limp over the tiles. He wondered if this would go on for a while, but it didn't matter.

Able: G....go d! h fff.... mmm... mmh..

He rests his head down, feeling the Bandaged pound into him, but his bliss seemed to silence and pain for the time being. His gaze seemed to drift into nothing as he wondered.

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The bandaged man groans as Able tenses around their member, taking the opportunity to start doing long, but impactful, thrusts.

The Bandaged: Hhhff! There we go. . .mmhh, there we go! . .mmmhhh, take it boy. . .ghhhf! . . .Hrrff!

The bandaged man pumps several times, the wriggling mass on Able's back tensing up and suckling on him HARD; inside, they can feel the bandaged man's member throbbing once. . .twice. . .then, a increased fullness as he feels his entrance open just a tad wider. . .then, a filling warmth inside of him as the bandaged man pushes down on top of him, their face resting in his hair.

The Bandaged; Rrrhh. . .mmmhhhh, there we gooo. . .mmm. . .mmhhh, lets get you all filled up. . .yeahh. . ..

The boy01/14/2020

Able is a bit surprised at the fullness, but very much enjoying that feeling. He's not sure exactly how the Bandaged managed to get so much fluid in him, but he currently wasn't in a position to complain..

Able: mmmf... full...? hh..

He looks behind him, a little dazed.

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The bandaged man is lying on top of Able, draped somewhat awkwardly due to kneeling inside the top but going limp outside of it; they're breathing into Able's hair, their breath warming and tickling him gently.

The Bandaged: . . .m. . .mmmhhh. . .

They can see a large, black mass of tendrils lightly gripping onto his back, with a multitude of misshapen suckers sticking onto his back; as the bandaged man slowly relaxes, the suckers slowly pull off of Able in a series of squelching 'pop's, leaving their back moist and slick in spots (with those areas given special attention turning a slight purple). The bandaged man is moving their hands. . .

The Bandaged: . . .mmm, well now. . .seems like you've. . .enjoyed yourself. . .

. . .to lightly rub against the top of Able's head, with the other hand lightly palming his hand in theirs. . .

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The boy01/14/2020

Able is trying to get up, but this man is heavy. He had to get up before he fell asleep here, which he knew was a bad idea.

Able: ...I guess... if I ever have nightmares I'll... Have you romp em out...hgh...

He looks unsure now, this is usually the part where people are tidying up and leaving him. He had a few repeat women but nothing serious.

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The bandaged man slowly lifts themselves off of Able (though there is some difficulty; some tendrils haven't quite detached off of Able yet, requiring a little jostling to get them to pull off and recede).

The Bandaged: Mmh. . . this is what you turn to instead of laudanum?.

The boy01/14/2020

Able starts to detach himself thoroughly, pulling away, and getting the Bandaged out of his rear with a bit of a whimper.

Able: ...safer... Pricey, but safer..

Able gets out of the bath, and seems to turn away from the Bandaged, holding himself. This was the part where he was told to leave, certainly.

they01/14/2020

The bandaged man sits back in the bath, the water now lukewarm; they sigh contentedly, turning the tap and letting warm water rush into the tub again, creating a gentle steam as hot meets cold. On the bathtub, the candles are starting to burn low, evidence of the time that has passed.

The Bandaged: Mmh. . .

The bandaged man shifts their gaze, a pair of piercing brown eyes staring at Able.

The Bandaged: . . .just going to stand there, or do you need your mentor to formally invite you to a bath?.

The boy01/14/2020

Able turns around, trying to stifle his surprise. He tries to act nonchalant about it, climbing back into the bath, but then getting close to the Bandaged.

Able: I'm merely being polite!

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The Bandaged: Mhm; tell yourself whatever you need to.

The bandaged man sinks in the bath, grabbing Able by the shoulder and pulling him close against their side.

The Bandaged: Ahhh. . ..