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A girl's one wish

Started by Anastasia, January 26, 2005, 03:32:18 PM

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Anastasia

At that, she slumps to the side a little, closer to you. Warm indeed...it's a good feeling. "Yeah, I forgot whom I was talking to. I mean...it's just so crazy," she sighs.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Liddo-kun

A comfortable silence settles.  The scene could be considered cute - a girl with her plushie of long acquaintance - if not for the detail about the plushie being of flesh now and currently sitting naked in said girl's bed.

"You're warm," Mister Round Bottom notes idly, with their close proximity.  And soft, he adds in thought, peeking quickly at her front padding first then staring and flexing his hand at the memory.  A sniff reintroduces that sweet smell from before as he draws closer trying to find the source.
Liddo-kun: Bjorn is the rain gutter in which all the dirty thoughts of humanity flow into?
Bjorn: I prefer, instead, to think of myself as the crap that blocks the rain gutters, causing the dirty thoughts of humanity to back up, fill the streets, and flood your basements.

Anastasia

It's coming from all over her body, like  amasking scent. Or so you think, as...

"Huh..." she says to that, ten, "Hey, what ARE you DOING?" she yelps as you get closer, hair toinging out. "You're invading Misty space!"
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Liddo-kun

"You smell... really nice..." Mister Round Bottom tells her as he continues to slowly draw nearer.

Odd.  His head felt rather foggy.  As if it wasn't quite working right.  As if he wasn't himself.  As if--  Well, he'd have noted all this if the sweet scent of something was muddying things up.
Liddo-kun: Bjorn is the rain gutter in which all the dirty thoughts of humanity flow into?
Bjorn: I prefer, instead, to think of myself as the crap that blocks the rain gutters, causing the dirty thoughts of humanity to back up, fill the streets, and flood your basements.

Anastasia

So warm...so nicely smelling...so...

A San Fransisco level fog bank takes root in your brain, the oddest thing. My, it's a shame that Misty hasn't been this pleasant to you before when she hugged you.

"Gah," she shouts, eyeing you and starting to freak out. "Hey, this is getting weird," she protests, as you draw extremely close.

OhGodOhGodOhGod! StuffedBottomclosecuteguy....guh!

If one were talented enough to see mental energy, one might see sparks flying from the poor, often abused brain of one Mitsuki Endo. One could even call it an overload - one should if he could see this, as the frequency of it would require it to be named.

"Mister Round Bottom," she eeps out, as you draw in...
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Liddo-kun

The clouds in his mind part at the scared tone that tints and colors Misty's voice.  "Huh?" he states, confused.

Noticing now their intimate proximity he blinks then blinks again.  "Did something happen?" he asks, the thought of moving back not even entering his formerly fuzzy (in more ways than one) mind.
Liddo-kun: Bjorn is the rain gutter in which all the dirty thoughts of humanity flow into?
Bjorn: I prefer, instead, to think of myself as the crap that blocks the rain gutters, causing the dirty thoughts of humanity to back up, fill the streets, and flood your basements.

Anastasia

Misty is blushing hard, her face as red as the spagetti sauce she used to stain her clothes with so long ago.

And by long ago, you mean last year. She's not always the most graceful and least clumsy girl in the world.

"Um..." she manages. "PERSONAL SPACE GAH! PERSONAL SPACE!"
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Liddo-kun

Mister Round Bottom simply blinks at Misty's flailing antics.  What WAS this... 'personal space' anyway?  Pushing the question aside and addressing the matter at hand, "Did your fever come back again?" he asks, placing a hand on her cheek then switches to touching foreheads as he'd seen Misty's mom do in the past.
Liddo-kun: Bjorn is the rain gutter in which all the dirty thoughts of humanity flow into?
Bjorn: I prefer, instead, to think of myself as the crap that blocks the rain gutters, causing the dirty thoughts of humanity to back up, fill the streets, and flood your basements.

Anastasia

Her forehead is nice and warm, but not hot. In fact, it's very nice indeed. Misty freezes up as you do this, as you lean in.

You're right in her face, and...and....it's nice here.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Liddo-kun

Ask Mister Round Bottom why he was doing whatever it was he was doing and he wouldn't have a clue.  He just knew it was nice on some primal or instinctual level as he shifted the contact into a soft nuzzle.
Liddo-kun: Bjorn is the rain gutter in which all the dirty thoughts of humanity flow into?
Bjorn: I prefer, instead, to think of myself as the crap that blocks the rain gutters, causing the dirty thoughts of humanity to back up, fill the streets, and flood your basements.

Anastasia

Indeed it is. The strangest feeling sinks into your midsection, making you feel...alert? Jittery? It's hard to describe, yet welcoming and desirable.

"...GAH!" Misty finally regains control of her body, flying off from you in a flash. "What are you doing? You just don't go and nuzzle someone you aren't familiar with like that," she manages as you realise there isn't a warm girl to lean against and gravity begins to reinstate it's iron reign.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Liddo-kun

Mister Round Bottom stops himself from flopping over on the bed with his hand.  He could feel his heart racing and the warmth that flushes his cheeks amid Misty's mild scolding.  Turning to look at her, he pauses when he finds himself staring, the blush quickly returning, and averts his eyes without word of reply.

What the heck was going on?

I don't do that.  That's not like me.

Then... why?

Questions, questions, questions.  He was hunting for answers with no success.
Liddo-kun: Bjorn is the rain gutter in which all the dirty thoughts of humanity flow into?
Bjorn: I prefer, instead, to think of myself as the crap that blocks the rain gutters, causing the dirty thoughts of humanity to back up, fill the streets, and flood your basements.

Anastasia

Misty stares a moment, caught off guard herself. This lasts not long, as..."Um..." she says before the odd silence can really settle in and ruin things, "Clothes, right," she nods. "I'll go get some of Dad's clothes!"
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Liddo-kun

Watching the blur of pink bolt out of the room, Mister Round Bottom settles himself to sit cross-legged on the bed.  Still quiet, he mulls over all the recent happenings with an odd look on his face; one of contemplation and annoyed puzzlement.

Things were happening - weird things - and it was all coming fast, maybe too fast.
Liddo-kun: Bjorn is the rain gutter in which all the dirty thoughts of humanity flow into?
Bjorn: I prefer, instead, to think of myself as the crap that blocks the rain gutters, causing the dirty thoughts of humanity to back up, fill the streets, and flood your basements.

Anastasia

Indeed, this gives you some time alone to think.

Wow, Misty's room is smaller now. It's almost tiny, your body huge and bulky. This large room that was your home, it's like it's been shrunk...

"Here," Misty ducks back in, tossing an assortment of clothes onto her bed and stepping back out. "Get dressed!" On the bed plops down a green shirt with symbols on it - reading, something Misty took awhile to learn as you remember - a pair of sweat plants, and some odd white garment kind of like Misty's white panties she wears underneath her clothes.  It's bigger and has odd things on front, though, and is less frilly.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?