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Post by saphira icess ballato on Dec 20, 2008 19:33:30 GMT -5
Looking around his room, part of her wanted to get up and look around, but she felt too tired to get up right now. The neon blue couch caught her eyes, since it was just about the only thing that wasn’t black or white, and she was having a little bit of trouble pulling her eyes off of it. Though seeing the bright color amongst everything else made her stomach churn a bit. Feeling him rub her back, she felt a little better, though it made her a little sleepy.
Seeing a dog come towards them, she giggled a little. It looked so cute, and she couldn’t help but giggle more when he sniffed her. “Your dogs cute.” she giggled, watching him talk to the dog. Animals always made her laugh, or almost always, and she was already giggling at just about everything tonight. Though seeing animals normally made her want to change into monkey form, but part of her (the little part in the back of her mind, the one that works without her really knowing) was making sure she didn’t.
Great, he was making her think. She didn’t know what she wanted to do, not really, she had to think about it too much, and thinking just made her head hurt. While she attempted to think of an answer, her mouth opened in a yawn. “Sleep.” she mumbled after her yawn was over. She didn’t really want to sleep, but apparently her body did, and the word had just slipped out of her mouth before she knew what she was saying.
Feeling her stomach churn again, she wrapped her arms around her stomach. She didn’t really notice him smile back at her, though she had seen it, she just didn’t really respond. “I don’t feel too well.” she managed to get out, almost directly after she had spoken her hand covered her mouth, feeling something start to come up.
[ooc: it's okay, my muse isn't fully here right now either...but it never is right after i eat.]
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Post by benjamin leo ashe on Dec 20, 2008 20:18:55 GMT -5
He grinned at her giggle at Polo. The dog barked again then jumped up to lick her face. His tail wagged wildly. Benji's pale hand reached out to knock the creature over, yet the boy could not get mad at the dog. He tugged on Polo's ears and scratched his head. your dog's cute! His smile widened at her childish words and his watched her with care.
When she yawned, he became satisfied for some reason. Once she was alseep, he could drift into his own slumber. sleep. The word made him nod in agree ment as he gathered her body into his arms once more. He shifted her weight a bit, before walking towards the closed door on the opposite side of the room. The dog followed at his heels wanting more attention. Benji spoke once he reached the bedroom which was again filled with black and white besides the neon blue bed spread. Your wish is my command my love He grinned sweetly down at her.
Almost imediatly after the words had left him, the girls face began to turn a bit paler. shiiiiit. He thought as his smile left him. The boy knew what this could only mean. How could he not have noticed that this would happen? She was after all drunk silly. I do not feel to good. He rolled his eyes then mumbled No shit, sherlock. Benji was not at all angry at her, he was more just upset at himslef for being so naive and blind to this situation.
When her hand reached her mouth, his eyes widdened and onr of his pale hands flung to cover hers. His legs broke into a run as he raced for the bathroom. One arm was holding her, but he had a good grip. Dropping her was not exactly the thing that was on his mind. He was more concerned about making a mess on his white carpet. Call him selfish, but he di not want that at all. Within a few seconds, they reached the toliet. His arm reached down as he dropped her on the ground. Although this action was fast, he made sure that her body collided with the tile gently.
The boy rose to get a wash cloth. Once it was rinsed in cold water, Benji returned to Saphira. He placed the cloth on her forehead. His other hand reached up to hold her hair back. The boy had done this many times with his own sister, and occaionsly his mother. His eyes were soft, and upset that she was sick. Im sorry. He moaned softly in her ear. Im sorry baby. I truly am. His mouth reached down to kiss her warm neck. The boy just sat and waited until she was over with the scene. His brow was scrunched a little as he looked at her. Benji could not help but worry a bit.
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Post by saphira icess ballato on Dec 20, 2008 20:59:49 GMT -5
Feeling herself being put in his arms again, Saphira couldn’t help but smile, it was a sleepy smile, but still a smile. She liked being in his arms, if she was sober she probably wouldn’t let him do this, but none of this would have happened if she had been sober. She didn’t really notice anything as he walked to the bedroom, she was content as she was, her stomach hurt a bit, but she was forgetting that right now, leaving her mind blank.
Really, her stomach hurt now. She couldn’t ignore it any longer. When he spoke she felt a little sad at his words, it almost sounded like he wasn’t happy with her at all for not feeling well, but she couldn’t show any real emotion of her face anymore. Or really think about it for too long, for his words were quickly forgotten. She felt like she was going to be sick at any second, and everything else seemed to just leave her mind at the moment.
She felt his hand cover hers, and then he started running, towards the bathroom she assumed. Really, the running didn’t make her feel any better, actually it make her stomach churn more, and made her feel even more like she was going to be sick. She felt herself fall to the ground in front of the toilet. Feeling something coming up, she leaned over the toilet, puking up part of that nights drinks, and some of the food she had eaten earlier.
She paused for a second, feeling a washcloth being placed on her forehead and her hair being pulled back. A small smile swept onto her face for a few seconds, hearing him speak. A slight giggle came from her when she felt him kiss her neck, right before she started puking again. This was definitely not her favorite part of the night. The flow of vomit had stopped, for now at least, leaving a bad taste in her mouth. For a few seconds she thought it might be over, but then she felt it again, and more vomit fell from her mouth into the toilet.
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Post by benjamin leo ashe on Dec 20, 2008 21:33:46 GMT -5
His nose wrinkled a bit at the smell. He did his best to keep a moan or groan from expressing itself. He could not stand the stench or sight of vomit. It disgusted him and made him want to do the same. Yet he pushed it all a side, knowing it would do no good if he was to follow her wonderful example this evening. At times, it got to much to bear and he flushed the toliet. As this scene continued, he began to flush it more and more. Benji would smile at her when he caught her glancing at him. His smile was meant to reassure her a bit. Yet as soon as she looked away his nose wrinkled and his brows bunched in a twisted expression.
When she giggled at his kisses. He grinned in satisfaction then kissed the tepmle of her head and worked his way down with short kisses to the back of her ear. Benji told himself that he was going to far and should cease that action, yet a little part inside of him knew it would be too difficult. The boy had no feelings for her, he just loved to hear her giggle. It made him atleast a little bit better inside.
The vomit had stopped for a bit and he flushed the toliet before looking right into her eyes to say words filled with comfort. Are you done sweet girl? Before she could respond, he heard the splash of the water as the throw-up conjulted with it. Several coughs were realesed before he cleared his throat with disgust. Benji turned his head away from the bowl for a bit. He knew this action was quite rude, but he could not resist this anymore. The boy was disgusted, yet he knew that it was not her fault at all.
Eventually, he turned his head back toward the girl and the vomit. Like a mother with a child with a bad case of the stomach flu, he waited patiently with an understaning and gracious expression. Benji knew that she felt terrible at the moment, but hoped that she would not remember the whole of this night in the morning. He could not remember many of the nights before the hangover, nor the names of the girls that lied next to him, in most cases. A frown spread across his face at this thought. As much fun as the night must have been, he hated not knowing what exactly went on. It was then that he wondered what would happen when this night was over and what exactly she would make of him and the whole situation.
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Post by saphira icess ballato on Dec 20, 2008 22:02:37 GMT -5
She barely noticed it when the toilet flushed, she wasn’t really noticing anything. She just felt like shit, and wanted it all to be over. Though whenever she saw him smile, she felt a little bit better, though it never lasted long. The only thing that seemed to be lasting long was the amount of time she was over the toilet, puking everything up, and she didn’t want that to last any longer. Looking back at him, she saw the smile on his face, but it only lasted a split second before her head was over the toilet again, spilling the contents of the night.
Really, if she was sober, she would never allow him to be kissing her, but the fact that she kept puking and giggling was proof that she was not sober. Whenever she felt him kiss her, she giggled, it made the fact that she kept puking a little bit better, and made her forget about it for a little while. But just like everything else, it didn’t last very long. Her stomach has other plans for her it seemed.
She was getting the feeling that he didn’t like that she was puking very much, but she didn’t like it at all either. The vomit kept coming, no matter how much she wished that it would just stop. She didn’t want to have to hold her head over the toilet anymore, or hear the flushing of the toilet ever again. But her stomach didn’t like that idea, since it kept sending more vomit up and forcing it out into the toilet.
Puking once more, she just wanted it all to be over. The flow of vomit stopped again, giving her enough time to lean back and wait. Well, that and hope that it was over for good this time. She was getting even more tired, and could feel her eyelids start to close, and then flash back open in her attempt to stay awake. She felt a little different now, like the puking was actually over, she didn’t feel like she was going to get sick again. “I think I’m done now.” she whispered, hoping that she didn’t jinx it.
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Post by benjamin leo ashe on Dec 20, 2008 22:47:13 GMT -5
He loved hearing her giggle. It made him happy, yet a little guilty for these actions. Benji hoped that she would not remember his actions tonight, nor those of the three men earlier. He brows wrinkled at the thought of how she might react to this. She would probably be angry and throw a fit. Or she could leave in silence. She might even just sit in scilence, ignoreing him as well. Neither of these seemed to please him in the smalled bit and he hoped that she would not remember any of this whatsoever.
At last, the sound of the vomit splashing into the water ceased. It had felt like forever that they both were leaning over the commode. He thought that it must have been even longer for her. Benji's eyes glanced at the clock, it had only been a few minitues. He rolled his eyes at the thought. It disgusted him how in only a feew mintites or so, someone could empty their whole stomach. He thought about asking her if she wanted something to eat, but decided not to when he realized this might upset her stomach again. His body leaned back, legs tucked under him, bum on the soles of his sock cover feet. His pumas thrown off during the up chucking. He sighed and dropped both of his hands, watching her hair fall against her sholders again.
Her words drifted into his ears. They sounded sleepy and extremly calm. I think I’m done now. A smile tugged at his lips a bit. The thought was overwehliming and pleased him emendesly. I would hope so, my love. Benji rose to his feet slowly and trotted across the room to where he wringed the watted out of the wash cloth into the sink then hung it up before returinging to the girl. He reached a pale, lean hand down to help the girl rise to her feet once more.
Once she had risen to her feet once more, he gathered her small body into his arms for the third time tonight. To sleep I am guessing? A hand reached up to wipe the hairs that had fallen out of her face. He looked away, a little ashamed at his actions. She just looked so ewak that he could not help but feel the need to take care of her, if you could even call it that.
At the bed, he pulled the covers back then set her down. He shifted his wait akwardly before walking over to his drawrs and pulling out black and blue basket-ball chort and a black v-neck. He through the set of clothes on the bed and looked at the girl again. You can change, If you want to. You might be more comfortable. He walked over to the door and rested his hand on the knob. He stood in the doorway, but was ready to walk out of it, to sleep on the couch with Polo, who had left when he smelled the vomit. I will be in the other room, if you need me.
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Post by saphira icess ballato on Dec 21, 2008 19:22:28 GMT -5
Saphira was very glad that the vomit had stopped coming. The taste in her mouth was absolutely horrid and made her never want to puke again, but then so did the smell around her and the feeling she had when she had been puking before. Though not many people ever actually did want to get sick, but she still never wanted to puke again. Not tonight, not ever. With his help, she stood up, actually glad not to be on the floor anymore.
Letting him pick her up again she yawned, she was just about ready for the night to be over with. Hearing him speak, it took a few seconds for her to comprehend his words, but once she did she slowly nodded her head. Yeah, sleep sounded very good right now. Actually that was about all she wanted right now, sleep. It sounded like Christmas to her right now. If she was thinking of anything else, then she wasn’t aware of it, the only thing on her mind that she was aware of was wanting to go to sleep.
Feeling herself being put on the bed, Saphira sighed, happily this time. She was ready for sleep now, more than ever really. She reached out for the clothes that he had put on the bed, she didn’t really care about changing out of her clothes, but she was just going to listen to what he said. Picking them up, she slowly pulled her shirt up over her head and let it fall to the floor as she replaced it with the black v-neck, and then did the same with her skirt and the shorts as fast as she could, which was pretty slow, partially due to her sleepiness.
Saphira nodded slowly to his words. “Goodnight.” she mumbled, letting her head fall to the bed. Almost as soon as she was lying down she fell asleep, a world of dreamless slumber taking over for the time-being. And this time without a little monkey friend/pet jumping on her because she didn’t want her going to bed. She had actually enjoyed her night, except for the puking part, but she probably wouldn’t remember any of it in the morning.
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Post by benjamin leo ashe on Dec 21, 2008 22:39:29 GMT -5
The boy watched as she took off her shirt and replaced it with his. He could not help but watch and notice her tight stomach among other of her torso features. He tried to turn his eyes away from her, knowing that it was not ok for him to just be watching her while she changed. Yet, when she dropped her short skirt, he could not take his eyes off her. Benji hated himself for feeling this way. He had a girl friend after all, and besides it was just another girl with not much on. And even that was no excuse for she was covered, it was just like having a bikinni on.
Once she was done changing, he watched as her small, childish figure climbed into bed, said her goodbyes, and drifted to sleep. Benji gave a nod, mostly to satisfy himself with closure before swiveling on his heels to leave the room. A pale hand reached up to hit the switch allowing the lights to turn off and darkness cover the room. His other hand pulled the door closer to the frame. It was almost shut, probably only an inch or so open. This was just out of habit.
Benji made his way to the blue couch slowly due to how his eyes had not yet adjusted to the darkness. He grabbed the bottom of his shirt then pulled it up over his head before letting it drop quietly to the ground. His hands rested on the button of his skinny jeans, deciding if he wanted to slip those off. With a yawn, he decided to do so and slowly slid the pants off leaving him in his boxers. After folding both articles of clothing neatly and lieing them on the coffee table infront of him, the boy curled up into a small ball and pushed his back against the back of the sofa. His hand reached over him and pulled a white blanket up to cover his body.
Right before he drifted into a deep slumber, Polo jumped onto the couch and curled up underneath his masters feet. Goodnight Son. The words were low and soft but made the large white creature perk his and give a small wave of the tip of his tail. The dog licked Benji's leg affectionatly then began to clean his own paws. The boy drifted into his own slumber. While doing so, his thumb rose and entered his mouth. He looked like a little boy when he slept. The way that his face always looked calm. The way that he still sucked his thumb. The way that his hair covered parts of his slightly rounded face. The way that his small frame twisted into a ball.
In time, the sun began to rise.
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Post by saphira icess ballato on Dec 22, 2008 13:40:36 GMT -5
As she slept, she didn’t dream, or if she did it was quickly forgotten. But she rarely dreamed anyway, so it was nothing new for her mind to be blank as she slept. She slept a lot better here than in her room, mainly because she didn’t have a monkey waking her up every other hour of the night trying to get her to play with her. Saphira loved her monkey, but sometimes the little girl just got really annoying.
The sun had begun to come up, but Saphira was too well buried underneath the covers to notice at all. During her sleep she had managed to completely cover herself with the blankets, making it so no light could get through. The hours passed, slowly ticking away, and Saphira was completely unaware of this, still sound asleep. The sun might be saying that it was time to be awake, but her body said otherwise, making sure that she stayed asleep for at least a little bit longer.
Slowly, her eyes opened, and the sheets covering her were thrown off. She soon regretted doing that though, not being use to the light or the cold. Looking around she soon got confused, where the hell was she? A dull throbbing all of the sudden became noticeable in her head, and was getting worse when she tried to think about where she was and un-confuse herself. Trying to remember back to last night didn’t work to well either, it just caused the throbbing in her head to grow almost unbearable.
Carefully, she climbed off of the bed, setting her feet on the ground. She could do this, she could figure out what the hell was going on, even though her head hurt like hell and she couldn’t remember anything after going to the club last night. Taking a few steps she realized that she wasn’t wearing her clothes, which really didn’t help her confuzelement right now. “H..Hello?” she said, taking a few more steps towards the door that she had just spotted.
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Post by benjamin leo ashe on Dec 22, 2008 14:14:38 GMT -5
He slept lightly that night, like he did all nights. He heard the rattleing coming from his room. It was probably just the girl turning in her sleep, as she had many times that night. The boy looked down at Polo who had also woken up and was sniffing the air. The dog lept down from the blue couch and walked over to the shut bedroom door he barked loudly. The sound made Benji moan and curse the dog. Shhhhh. You'll wake the girl. His words slurred a bit, due to the fact that he was still more than half asleep. The dog crouched on his haunches that the boys words, still unsure that everything was ok as the human had made it out to be.
The boy started to drift back to sleep when he heard a shy, soft call from the bedroom. H. . .Hello? Benji frowned at the dog, he had waked Saphira. That is what the boy had thought atleast. He yawned then pulled the blanket up over his bare chest. He was slightly nervous to answer her cry, not knowing exactly how she would respond to waking up in a strangers dorm.
He comforted himself with the fact that he had not truly done anything to harm her last night. He had called her pet names, but who does he not call those names? He had kissed her a bit, and this was what he truly hoped that she would not remember. There was no way in hell that he would remind her of such things. Benji decided that he better go ahead and get this comfortation over with, what else was there to do. Good morning. His words were a bit husky and after wards he yawned again.
The boy knew he must look like a mess. He probably had bags under his eyes once more and his hair was probably tangled and sticking out every which way. With a sigh, a pale hand reached up and ran through the locks. He shook his head to the side, moving his mane around some then ran his hand once more through the dark locks. Benji was a bit nervous with how this morning would go, but there was nothing he could truly do but to wait and act as if nothing had happened, because nothing did. Right?
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Post by saphira icess ballato on Dec 22, 2008 14:56:58 GMT -5
If there was something that Saphira hated more than her head pounding making it hard to think, it was being confused. She was still trying to figure out what happened last night and how she got here, but no matter how hard she tried, she still never got passed taking a drink that a guy offered her at the club. Which now that she thought about it, it was a pretty stupid move, but it was the last thing she really remembered. After that was blank until she had woken up.
Slowly, she came up to the door, seeing that it was cracked open a bit, and opened it the rest of the way. At first she didn’t notice who was in the room, trying to take in her surroundings first, and see if she recognized the place at all. Hearing a voice, her attention was diverted to where the sound had come from. Benjamin. “Benji?” she said, almost like a question more than a statement, but she was still confused. At least she had a better idea to where she was now.
She was guessing right now that she was in his dorm, but that was only one piece of the puzzle, and she had a lot of other questions going through her head right now. The questions were almost as annoying as the throbbing, well the fact that she didn’t know the answer to them was. ”What exactly happened last night?” she asked, her voice quiet and had a hint of nervousness in them. But hey, she couldn’t remember last night and had woken up in someone else's dorm, not exactly the most pleasant mix to wake up to.
She shifted her weight a little, trying to ignore the throbbing in her head. It was harder than she originally thought it would be though. She brought her hand up to her forehead, gently rubbing it, trying to ease the pain and not succeeding at all. She almost forgot about everything for a few seconds, but she was determined not to let this stop her from figuring out this puzzle.
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Post by benjamin leo ashe on Dec 22, 2008 19:17:24 GMT -5
She seemed to be more confussed than angry, something that he could understand completly. He would be in utter shock if he were in her positon. Benji? The boy smiled at his name but looked down at the coffee table all the same. The fact that she reconized him pleased him very much, yet for some reason the whole shyness thing had not completly left him. He did not understand how now that she was concious and in her right mind, how he could not comfront her confidently. Maybe it was the fact that he knew that she would probably remember this. All the same he replied managing to keep his voice straight and not stutter. Yes, darling?
Typical Benji going back to his 'pet names' but still not able to look her in the eye or even at her face in general for too long. He was a bit ashamed at that and hoped that she would not be angered in the slightest bit at that. The way her face was twisted it was evident that her head hurt. He would honestly not be surprised if she became frustrated or angry at him.
The boy sat up striaght and stretched his arms above his head in a stretch. As he did so, a loud yawn was released. The blanket that had covered him had fallen to his lap revealing a pale, bare chest and an inch or so of boxers. His legs were wrapped in a style that Kindergarden teachers reffered to as 'criss cross apple sauce.' A grin showed on his face as he attempted to look her straight in the eyes so that she could tell that he was not the bad guy in this situation at all. To him, he still did not think that anything he did was to bad.
What exactly happened last night? At her words, he released a sigh and patted a spot on the couch next to him. It would be a long story, but Benji decided to skip most of the details and hoped desperatly that she would not question the peices that were missing or he had not explained in full detail.
Well. He began, slowly. He was obviously taking his precious time. You were drunk. Benji's open hand waved in the air. If he was telling a long story, he began to talk with his hands and his facial expressions became stronger as he got more into the story. And some dumb ass dick weeds were He paused, looking for the right word. taking advantage of you? His eyes rolled at that thought. Benji turned to face her, wanting to see how she would react to the story of last night. After a little talk, they stopped. Talk was an understatement and he had several bruises on his face, neck, and torso to prove it. Still he spoke as if it was nothing. And I could not just leave you there, so i took you home with me.
He flew his hands up as if he was getting accussed of something. But I did nothing! No I did not! His hands went back to resting in his lap. You got sick then passed out. And I gave you my bed. His gaze shifted to his room once more. Now that the story was over, Benji began to look shy again. How did you, uh, sleep? It was weird how fast things changed.
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Post by saphira icess ballato on Dec 22, 2008 20:09:14 GMT -5
Okay, well at least it really was him. She thought she might have been going crazy there for a little, or that it had just been the pain in her head had caused her to see things. But he had replied to his name, which was a very good sign. “Oh, I had just wanted to make sure it was actually you and I wasn’t losing my mind.” she told him, shaking her head slightly, which just caused it to throb more. She made a mental note to not do anything that would cause her head to hurt more. So far it wasn’t working.
She looked away for a few seconds when the blanket fell, leaving his chest bare. Slowly, she looked back at him, at his face only. Yeah she had guys without shirts on before, but she felt weird being near them or looking at them then. Seeing him pat the spot on the couch next to him, she decided to walk up to the couch and take the seat, she was getting tired of standing anyway.
Sitting down, she listened intently as he started talking. She was going to take his word for this, because she didn’t think that he would lie about what happened, or well, she hoped at least. with just the words ‘you were drunk’ she was already not liking it, the only thing she could think of so far was ‘crap’, she never got drunk, and she certainly knew that she could easily get drunk. One reason she didn’t drink very often. People were trying to take advantage of her? Oh shit. She really shouldn’t have taken a drink just because someone offered it to her, she probably she learn to say no.
Hearing his next sentence, she looked him over once. He had bruises covering him, and yeah they probably could be from something else, but for some reason she didn’t believe that. ”It looks like you did a little more than talk.” she muttered, shaking her head. “Are you okay?” she asked, looking back up at him. She had a feeling that this had happened because of her, and she really didn’t like that he had gotten hurt because she had made some stupid choices last night.
She let him finish his story, trying not to laugh at his animated motions. “Well, thanks for last night.” she told him. Really, she didn’t know what would have happened if he hadn’t intervened, well, she had some ideas, but none of them ended pleasantly. “Pretty good. I didn’t have a monkey jumping on me every other hour.” she shrugged, it was nice to not have an animal jumping on you, but she actually missed it a bit, she was so used to it now. “So did you sleep well? Sorry about you having to sleep on the couch.” she added the last part kind of hastily.
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Post by benjamin leo ashe on Dec 22, 2008 20:55:48 GMT -5
The way that her face looked twisted while he was tellling the story satisfied a strange part of him. He felt sick when he realized that. It was not like he enjoyed watching people in pain, right? it was just that he was satisfied that she seemed to get into his story. Benji settled that that had to be it because what else could it be? He was not a murdered and did not like to see others in pain, that was one reason that he helped her. He did his best to calm himself internaly.
The boy caught her eye balling his torso and facial fetures. He did looked down at his stomach and chest and gave a frown of his own. Was his face that bad as well? It looks like you did a little more than talk. That answered his question. It was. Are you okay? Benji thought that her words were silly. He would be fine, these things did heal. He gave a shrug of the shoulders, which did hurt a bit. He looked at the ground a bit getting ready to lie, something he litterally could not do. It would bug him and he would stutter horribly through it as well as own up to it later. Instead, he blurted out the truth, trying to hide some of the nasty details. Sure, it hurts. Buuuut, it will be better. Right? That would work for now. His answer pleased him and hoped that she would not ask any more questions about that.
She seemed as if she was trying to surpress a giggle. His brow wrinkled a bit worried that Saphira thought that he was gay due to his motions of the story. When she spoke again, he awaited the harsh words. Instead he got much kinder words. It was indeed a pleasent surprise. Well, thanks for last night. He shrugged again then cursed himself internaly for that hopeing she would not notice the wince he gave at the pain. It really was, uhhh, not that big of a deal.
His gaze fell to his lap. He played with his fingers a bit, twisting them togeather and releasing them before pushing the tips togeather indivitualy then all togeather at once. Pretty good. I didn’t have a monkey jumping on me every other hour. His head bobbed in understandment. If Polo was not with him, he would sleep much better. Yet in a strange way, he would have a feeling like he was missing something. Something that would bother him if it was there but without it he would not feel complete. Incase her eyes had drifted else where during his nod, he uttered out a small yeah His stuttering made him blush a bit.
So did you sleep well? Sorry about you having to sleep on the couch. The apology sounded sincere, but Benji was extremly gullable and always liked to think of the best in people, even if it was not exactly true. It, it was fine, you know? He sighed a bit before adding B-but I would have rather had the bed. That would have been weird though. His words sped up a bit, making his stutter worse. I did not want you to, to think that I did you, you know? He hated how childish and shy he was. Comfortations did not come easy with him. More softly and huskily he added a single word, yet he seperated the sylables. Ak-ward.
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Post by saphira icess ballato on Dec 22, 2008 21:32:57 GMT -5
Saphira couldn’t help but run his story through her head over and over again. It was almost as if it was on re-play. She didn’t remember any of it, but she had a feeling that he was telling the truth, but she also had a tendency to believe that everyone was going to tell the truth and be nice. Unless they gave her a reason not to believe them, she believed them. She didn’t know what she had been thinking last night; she had been a complete idiot. She just hadn’t wanted to be impolite, but now that she thought about it, she did know ways to politely refuse a drink, why hadn’t she thought of that last night? Oh yeah, she hadn’t been thinking.
She felt really bad right now, looking at the bruises on his body. It hurt her to know that if she hadn’t gotten drunk those wouldn’t be there. She shook her head at his words, ignoring the pain in her head from doing so. Of course he would say something like that, but she was not going to let it just end there. “Yes, but you really didn’t need to get yourself hurt because I need to learn to say no when people I don’t know offer me drinks.” she told him, trying to get him to see how she saw it at least a little bit better, but then she was never very good with letting others get her out of trouble without trying to get them to think that they did something absolutely amazing.
Her eyebrow rose at his words. She didn’t really believe that, not one bit. “Not that big of a deal?” she repeated his words, still disbelieving them. She had noticed his wince at the simple movement of shrugging his shoulders, and the bruises all over his body, and that she was in one piece and the only thing that hurt was her head. “You got yourself beat up by the looks of it and got me here safely. I would call that a big deal.” she told him, starting to get a little frustrated that he was trying to make it all out to be nothing.
She nodded at his words, she really did feel bad at taking his bed, but she couldn’t really change that, now could she? Exactly, she couldn’t. “Yeah, it would have been weird.” she admitted, really, she would not have liked to waken up confused next to him, that would have been beyond awkward and even more confusing for her. She didn’t even want to think about his next statement, not at all. “Again, sorry.” she told him, she had a habit of saying sorry about a hundred times.
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