We all masturbate, it's nothing to be ashamed of. It's also something most prefer to keep private. But sometimes, people forget to knock while we're in the middle of things, and awkwardness ensues.
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REACTIONS:
➊ EMBARRASSMENT Yeah, someone just caught you in a very private act and you kind of wish the ground would swallow you up. Now.
➋ ANGER How dare someone barge in on you without knocking! You'll give them a piece of your mind right now.
➌ EXCITEMENT/EXHIBITIONISM happens to be a major turn-on for you, so you'll just continue. Maybe even ask them to give you a hand, you never know...
➍ APATHY Big deal, it's not like they've been living in a bubble where they never knew masturbation existed, and if they were they had to find out about it sometime.
➎ SQUICK Either it was a family member who just walked in on you or you just feel so utterly dirty at having been caught doing something so personal.
➏ DELAYED reaction You didn't even notice they were there until after you finished.
➐ DERAILED REACTION Oh no you've been--what is that on their head? Wait, the world's ending now? D-did you just see that unicorn? Worry about being caught later, figure out what the hell is going on first.
➑ FRUSTRATION COME ON, EVERY TIME!
➒ RELIEF Thank GOODNESS someone came by! Otherwise you'd have had to stop and go grab that toy/pillow/remote for the annoying stereo yourself. Also they could maybe swap discs because this movie isn't really doing it for you. What do you mean it's inappropriate? It's not like you're asking them to watch.
[He finds her unfuriatingly stubborn. Anyone else would have fled, he thinks. Anyone else would have had the brains to turn on their heels, run and never mention this again. Flora stands there, stupidly determined and hilariously terrified. She isn't scared of him, he knows. Lord, does he know. But she is afraid of something. Nakedness, he wonders? Wouldn't that be terribly ironic for a spirit of Spring?
Herself, he considers. Possibilities. The unknown.
She can't predict me, he thinks with a dawning realization. Fascinating. He takes a step towards her. ]
I have a flare for the over-dramatic. Your fear is like an open buffet, girl. Did you come here for a show?
[It would be terribly ironic, and it isn't something that's slipped her consideration. For all that her life and existence is for children, there have been many, many, many rites done by adults in her name and much that she represents. It's also just the natural inclination of people (can we say Spring Break, anyone?). If she had the presence of mind, she'd wonder what begot the other.
Without realising it, she takes a step back for his step forward.]
Don't I know it. And stop eating my fear, that's--that's rude? [The best she has.] And d-don't be crass!
[She does have her flares of modesty, even if she has far from virgin eyes, whether it's been incidental or even intentional on her part, because, again, you know, Spring.
So what is it about Pitch? Why him? She just, she doesn't know, and that unsettles her.]
A-and I'm not a little girl.
[Which isn't quite what he said, but the implication is there. He might be older than her, but she was there when Rome was born and there when it fell. She is old, even if she never made it to twenty before she died, but that was well into adulthood in those days.]
[The problem Pitch has, is that even with Flora stalling and being a continued interrupting force, he is still, well, hard. He is struggling with feeling impatient and laughing at her until his sides hurt. He turns his back to her and strides towards his bed again - reaching for his robe.
He slides it on; he may as well do one good this evening. ]
What is it that was so important that you had to break into my home uninvited?
[She is a constant source of surprise. She is a constant source of so many other things, too. Pitch hasn't the faintest idea what to do with her or why he tolerates her continued botherations. He smooths his hands down his sides and sighs, long-suffering. ]
Of course I do. Do you thin me foolish enough to risk engaging an enemy outside while naked?
[Does she think he would risk a kick to the balls like that. He is no masochist. ]
Tonight is an exception. You caught me in a compromising position.
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bakerstreet2013-06-25 08:28 pm
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Herself, he considers. Possibilities. The unknown.
She can't predict me, he thinks with a dawning realization. Fascinating. He takes a step towards her. ]
I have a flare for the over-dramatic. Your fear is like an open buffet, girl. Did you come here for a show?
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Without realising it, she takes a step back for his step forward.]
Don't I know it. And stop eating my fear, that's--that's rude? [The best she has.] And d-don't be crass!
[She does have her flares of modesty, even if she has far from virgin eyes, whether it's been incidental or even intentional on her part, because, again, you know, Spring.
So what is it about Pitch? Why him? She just, she doesn't know, and that unsettles her.]
A-and I'm not a little girl.
[Which isn't quite what he said, but the implication is there. He might be older than her, but she was there when Rome was born and there when it fell. She is old, even if she never made it to twenty before she died, but that was well into adulthood in those days.]
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[The problem Pitch has, is that even with Flora stalling and being a continued interrupting force, he is still, well, hard. He is struggling with feeling impatient and laughing at her until his sides hurt. He turns his back to her and strides towards his bed again - reaching for his robe.
He slides it on; he may as well do one good this evening. ]
What is it that was so important that you had to break into my home uninvited?
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[She's trying not to look. She's trying not to look. She's trying not to look.
She doesn't have to look.
Wait.]
So you don't wear anything else under that?
[Flora covers her mouth with her hands. Oops.
Yeah, that little slip doesn't heighten her anxiety at all]
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Of course I do. Do you thin me foolish enough to risk engaging an enemy outside while naked?
[Does she think he would risk a kick to the balls like that. He is no masochist. ]
Tonight is an exception. You caught me in a compromising position.