Anybody wanna do a zombie rp?
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Thread Topic: Anybody wanna do a zombie rp?
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Cyril stared at him. "You mean it?" She asked, her voice hopeful. Staying with him would be incredible. Sleeping through the day, playing with Cly, no more bruises... It would be perfect.
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"Yeah." He let an easy smile play on his lips. "You would just have to stick with me, and listen to me until this whole human slave stuff gets taken care of.. Okay?"
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She nodded. "Okay." After a moment she said, "I really am sorry for leaving the house. I didn't think it would end up the way it did."
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"I told you.. Not everyone here is nice." He sighed and sat up so they were eye level. "This world isn't meant for the two types to be together.. But I'm here. So I think you can be too."
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She nodded. "I won't be so stupid next time." People were always telling Cyril that she was too innocent, so naive. She'd never given it much thought, but they were right.
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"I'm going to go get in bed them." He stood up and wobbled slightly before yawning. He rubbed his sore shoulder and winced slightly.
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"You did clean your shoulder, right?" She asked, her voice heavy with concern. She moved towards him, one hand outstretched slightly towards him. She wasn't sure how he'd react to her touching him, so she held back, but she was worried.
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"Yeah, hell hound wounds just hurt really bad." He sighed softly and looked at her out streatched hand. "I won't bite.. Unless you want me too." He chuckled an gave her a famous cocky smile.
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She blushed but took that as her invitation. She moved so that she was in front of him, facing him, and gently reached out. Her slender fingers grazed ever so gently over the wound. Cyril bit her lip. It didn't look very well-treated, but maybe it was. She had no experience with hell hound wounds. "Nothing I can do?"
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He didn't move away or flinch. Instead he moved into her touch. "Probably re-wrap it." He shrugged and looked at her.
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She payed her hand gently on his shoulder and pressed herself just a little bit closer to him. "Okay then. Where are the bandages?" She asked him.
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He shivered slightly and froze under her touch, watching her. "In the bathroom, the cabnit." He looked down at her and waited.
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"Okay. Don't move." She stepped away from him. "I'll be right back." She promised, hurrying out of the room and into the bathroom. After a minute of rustling around, she emerged triumphant with a roll of gauze. She walked back to the room with a little smile. "Okay, it will probably be easier if you sit down." She intructed.
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He nodded and sat down at the edge of her bed and pulled off his shirt. "Don't mind any blood or black ooze. Just clean it away." He looked at her and shrugged.
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"Okay," she had no idea where black ooze would come from, but she decided to go with it. She also had a damp cloth she'd found in the bathroom. She moved closer to him and set the things on his bed. She swiftly set to work carefully undressing the already-treated wound. She grimaced when she saw the injury, but pressed on. "This might hurt a little bit..." She murmured, taking the cloth and lightly beginning to wipe away the dried blood and strange ooze.
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