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❝If it's long and hisses, it's probably poisonous so stop touching it, weirdo.❞
【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#FF7BC1 ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #4ba348】
|| Event Horizon || Rockleetist ||
【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#FF7BC1 ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #4ba348】
|| Event Horizon || Rockleetist ||
"I don't really feel comfortable with this, you know."
For a future agent of the Tower Society - she already did the basic pairing test, and a list of candidates would be given to her later - Mara LaFleur, or perhaps her code name as a future agent - Fluorspar - Flo for short - it was probably a little strange to be in this situation with her boyfriend. But here they were, and for the first time, they were going to do something beyond kissing. Harris Standstead, average height, dark hair, somewhat lean, he wasn't a bad pick by any means if you judged by physical appearance. His face was handsome and deep, perhaps a bit rugged as well. And, well, Maya knew she was cute, she was very small for her age after all. In terms of personality, Harris had lots in want, he was demanding, he didn't like taking no for an answer - but Mara didn't really judge him. No, they had a symbiotic sense of need, since they were both each other's only real friend in this whole world.
And here they were, it was time for some under the shirt action. Not that Mara really had much under the shirt, in all honesty. She really was flat but Harris didn't really seem to mind at all. "I didn't feel comfortable with losing my family to a demon attack." Harris grumbled in return and, well, that was a fair point. "F-fine, but make it quick, okay? Don't do anything weird to them, they're sensitive." Harris had the name of the demon culprit etched in his soul, and as a result, Mara too, knew the name by heart. Cormag Gunnar was the name, he had gone missing after going on a rampage. Worst part was, he was a classmate, killing off Harris's entire family after Harris invited him over to work on a school project together.
Right before Harris managed to get the bravery to stick his hand under the shirt from the bottom, Mara pushed away in order to violently and painfully cough, the shakes rocking her entire body. "Whoa, you okay? How bad is it?" And Harris suddenly shifted from the manipulative poisonous boyfriend to the childhood caring friend that Mara cherished too much to break up with "If you aren't feeling well, let's save it for a better day, alright?" But the amethyst eyed girl could sense the faint disappointment in her boyfriend's gaze, he wanted it. "I-I'm fine, just get it over with so you can brag to your school friends." Mara had quit school not too long ago because she kept missing classes too much, being in the hospital and all.
The pressure felt weird and her breasts really were just as sensitive as expected. And right when Harris touched that sensitive skin, Mara let a sneaky grin rise on her face. "And now you owe me, so remember that, got it? This doesn't come for free!" Still, she wanted to save her purity for someone she loved romantically... but it wasn't as if Mara would ever get in a relationship with anyone. She was responsible for Harris, and while he wasn't demanding and angsty at the moment, he had his bad days too. "Give me a new deck of cards, another of the sick kids vomited all over my last deck." Harris gave her an indreculous look but nodded. "Yeah, yeah, whatever you say. Hey, you should massage more, make'em grow bigger. Or drink milk, I heard that helps too."
Well that was crossing the line a bit, wasn't it? "They're mine, not yours." Mara muttered under her breath and Harris just seemed to find that amusing. Here it was, his domineering side, and Mara knew she just had to enable him because if she wasn't careful he'd go off and start threatening suicide over every little thing again. "Sure, but I'm your boyfriend." He grinned salaciously. "It's me who benefits from their size, isn't it? As your boyfriend, you should drink more milk!" But then things were cut short when Mara's phone suddenly went off. "Ah, it's them, the transplant organization." Mara lied. It was from the Tower Society, her contact was an older boy who called himself Codename Flame. Harris quickly up and left, wishing her luck and Mara finally had her privacy.
"Yes, Fluorspar here." Her voice went back to normal, she wrung her tail slightly nervously in her hands. "Are the results ready?" Flame's voice was deep, yet somehow comforting at the same time, he sounded like a nice person that knew people. "Yes. You should come here today if possible, to get to see your candidates for the second phase of testing." Mara nodded, but then realized he couldn't see her nodding over a phone. "I'll be right there." Another coughing fit then and Flames politely didn't mention it. "Thanks for the call." Well, time to call up her doctor and get him to pull some strings to let her out for the day.