Trying To Get My Bearings (4/22)


An alumnus of both and Who, for some weird reason, is starting his time here with an abundance of cannibalism-themes stories. O.o

I take a deep breath, let it out slowly, and turn around. I am completely unprepared.

She stands there, wrapped in a bath towel that, with her 5'-nothing frame, covers her armpits to knees. Her hair is wrapped in another towel. She smiles, and I quickly turn my back to her.

"Could you please get dressed." I try to sound confident. I'm certain I failed.

"I think you should, too, grumpy" she says, giggling. I realize I'm in my boxers. She starts laughing as I dive back under the blankets. Even frazzled as I am, it's like music. "I'll go make breakfast."

With everything going on, all I can think is, She cooks, too?

What the hell is wrong with me? I'm in a strange country, with no memory of how I got here, sharing a hotel room with the physical embodiment of a fictional video game character. And I'm wondering about her culinary skills?

I shower (quickly, since I'm not sure if she's the type to walk in), and dress. I'm in such a daze, I don't even realize I don't own any clothes this nice.

What's next?

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In case anyone is wondering, no, I have no clue where this will end up. ;-)

  • #3272 Posted 3 years ago
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ElshaHawk LoA

ElshaHawk LoA

Oh, it's too emotionally good to be true, so the reality has to be outside of a dream. This is how my fantasies go, too, and then I wake up. Too bad he doesn't seem to remember how he got there and what they did the night before.

  • #3276 Posted 3 years ago
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