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Scout and Max
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Jan 11, 2015 05:20PM
"Oh, right." She nodded and slid a bandaid on the wound and stood up on her good leg, hopped over to her flat screen tv, knelt down and flicked on her Nintendo 64.
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"I spent a hell of a lot of money of this baby." She stroked it and clicked on the game, then turned on her TV. "I was probably ripped off but it was sooooo worth it." She grabbed the controller and hopped on her good leg back over to him.
"I mean by the price." She pulled on a pair of shorts and sat on her bed, handing him the controller.
"Come on, lighten up. Your awkwardness is making me feel awkward." She smirked and nudged his shoulder.
She laid down beside him, her ear almost touching his hip.
"I guess this wasnt what you had in mind for a Saturday night hm?" She looked up at him and smirked.
"How exciting." She said sarcastically with a grin.
She sat up then and slouched forward, watching closely how he defeats the boss that she couldn't.
"Wow, I hate you!" She laughed so she clearly didn't mean it.
"Suck my ass." She mumbled and started to continue the quest. A sly grin twitched on her lips.
She stuck her tongue out of mouth in concentration as she played silently for several minutes.
"I should cut your tongue out." She said simply, reacting to his laughing. Her eyes never left the screen. A silver medical bracelet flashed on her wrist, moving out from under her sweater sleeve.
She paused the game and lifted her wrist. "Oh. I'm diabetic. This bracelet let's people know that." She held her thin wrist out to him for him go see.
She smiled and laid down next to him. "Enlighten me by sharing your past." She said dramatically.
"You know what I mean. Just tell me the basics. The stuff people should know about someone when you first meet them."
"So you're bisexual then." She said in a non-questionable tone.
She laughed and bit her lip. "I respect that."
"Hm." She started up at the ceiling as she thought about what to say. "Well, I'm kind of a loner. I never met anyone who liked video games like me. Or anyone who simply thinks like I do. Which is rather odd. I have an interesting imagination. I also get a big agitated when I talk about my parents but if you stick around long enough, you might find out. Uuummmmm," she thought again. "I accept strictly penises. But I have made out with a girl once when I was drunk."
"Yeah right." She smirked. "Then explain why I'm single." She sat up and sat in front of him, crossing her legs.
"That could be true." She shrugged and tied her long black hair into a messy bun on top of her head.
"How many kills do you have?" She asked, not noticing his gesture.
"Kills. It's slang for how many people you have slept with." She replied.
"Five? Hm, impressive." She smirked. "And how many of those were girls?"
"Huh." She nodded and shrugged her thin shoulders. "How old were you when you lost your virginity?"
"A hot manwhore." She winked teasingly.
"I was fifteen when I lost it. Three kills." She said. "So I guess I'm the whore now." But she didn't say it in a laughable tone.
She reached out and touched his arm. "Don't worry about it. I've been called it many times before." She sighed.
"I called myself one." She shrugged.
"Are you going to stop me?" She challenged.
She gasped and started to giggle cutely, clawing at his hands.
She laughed and grabbed ahold of his wrist gently. When he tickled her stomach, her shirt rode up a bit. Faint scars were visible around her novel and abdomen.
"What?" She frowned, assuming she did something wrong. She didn't notice her shirt.
((Her chest is covered. It's her stomach that isnt.))She had scars all over her stomach. She noticed, cursed, and pulled her shirt down.
"I- did I scare you? I'm really sorry." She sat back down on her bed and frowned.
"I know." She nodded. "Let me explain please."
"I...I used to. I don't anymore. Not....not really." She bit her lip nervously and sat on her bed. "I understand if you want to leave...."
((No worries, consider the bank a poke lol))"They're exactly how they look. I couldn't handle the pain and emotion going on in my life. So I cut it away." Her voice grew quiet.
"Hey, don't cry. If you cry I'll cry." She reached out and took his hands in hers. "What happened?"
"Of course I do. I want to listen to whatever you have to say." She smiled warmly.
"Oh, Chad." She frowned and wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him right but affectionately. She pressed her mouth into his shoulder and gently rubbed his back to sooth him.
"I want you here." She whispered, holding him tight so he wouldn't leave. "You're safe here. I promise."
