Even without her leading the way I would recognize the trail that gives off some kind of impression that is kinda resembling her.
Her room is apparently exactly the same as mine.
A bed, a hole in the wall to store clothes and stuff, a table.
(A)
"You see... this." (M)
She goes to the hole and procures some kind of earthen vial.
In there is an ominous purple liquid.
(A)
"After she came out of your room this princess said no one can enter and put a guard in front of it. And then she went into mine. She didn't say much but handed this to me." (M)
She honestly prohibited everyone from entering my room!?
That's going a bit too far for my taste.
(A)
"Uh, yes. And I'm kinda scared of it. Yet the one thing she said was that if I drink this I can take care of the young ones and this is going to be my 'role'. I don't know. If I think about it I guess being the caretaker of the young ones isn't too bad of a job." (M)
(A)
I take off my shirt and show her my back.
"Oh, there's not much but I can definitely see something there." (M)
(M)
(M)
She not only appears to be quite riled up but also her speech conveys it, in some way.
I can feel how troubled she is.
(A)
(M)
(M)
(M)
Okay, I deserved that one.
(M)
Shit!
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!
Yes, yes he would!
I run as fast as I can to the room cave I memorized by his scent identification.
And there he lies, writhing on the bed.
(A)
Maybe one shouldn't insult someone in that state but I lack a filter with this speech.
Maybe human words aren't such a bad alternative after all.
Millie followed directly behind me.
(M)
(A)
I look closer over him.
Did he grow?
I can't say for sure but a little bit?
Also, maybe he became a bit bulkier.
This might have done something to his muscles.
I touch him.
The same fever.
But what concerns me more is that there was some kind of resistance to his skin where it shouldn't be.
Like his neck or even the stomach.
(M)
(A)
(M)
Millie puts her hand on his face and a moment later he's soaking wet there.
(A)
(M)
(A)
(A)
(O)
(O)
I know that he's right, but that doesn't make it okay for me.
Yet he's still in a poor state and I should be considerate.
Even without her leading the way I would recognize the trail that gives off some kind of impression that is kinda resembling her.
Her room is apparently exactly the same as mine.
A bed, a hole in the wall to store clothes and stuff, a table.
(A)
"You see... this." (M)
She goes to the hole and procures some kind of earthen vial.
In there is an ominous purple liquid.
(A)
"After she came out of your room this princess said no one can enter and put a guard in front of it. And then she went into mine. She didn't say much but handed this to me." (M)
She honestly prohibited everyone from entering my room!?
That's going a bit too far for my taste.
(A)
"Uh, yes. And I'm kinda scared of it. Yet the one thing she said was that if I drink this I can take care of the young ones and this is going to be my 'role'. I don't know. If I think about it I guess being the caretaker of the young ones isn't too bad of a job." (M)
(A)
I take off my shirt and show her my back.
"Oh, there's not much but I can definitely see something there." (M)
(M)
(M)
She not only appears to be quite riled up but also her speech conveys it, in some way.
I can feel how troubled she is.
(A)
(M)
(M)
(M)
Okay, I deserved that one.
(M)
Shit!
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!
Yes, yes he would!
I run as fast as I can to the room cave I memorized by his scent identification.
And there he lies, writhing on the bed.
(A)
Maybe one shouldn't insult someone in that state but I lack a filter with this speech.
Maybe human words aren't such a bad alternative after all.
Millie followed directly behind me.
(M)
(A)
I look closer over him.
Did he grow?
I can't say for sure but a little bit?
Also, maybe he became a bit bulkier.
This might have done something to his muscles.
I touch him.
The same fever.
But what concerns me more is that there was some kind of resistance to his skin where it shouldn't be.
Like his neck or even the stomach.
(M)
(A)
(M)
Millie puts her hand on his face and a moment later he's soaking wet there.
(A)
(M)
(A)
(A)
(O)
(O)
I know that he's right, but that doesn't make it okay for me.
Yet he's still in a poor state and I should be considerate.
