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DOJIIS LEGS trembled slightly. Her high slowly coming down. The banging of her heart starts to calm and she takes her legs off his shoulders.
Without looking away from Dojiis face Fushiguro wiped the excess off his chin. "You okay, Doji?"
Her eyes wander the apartment aimlessly as she fixed her top. Dojii didn't want to make eye contact with him. "Yeah, um, I'm, uh. All good!" She gave a quick thumbs up.
Who in the hell does that? He thought about her actions. The boy thought she was slightly cute when nervous.
Fushiguro grabbed his jacket and just smiled slyly. "Do I have this type of effect on you? Really?" Getting up from his knees. "Effect?" she scoffed, "Oh screw you, pretty boy."
He couldn't help but let out a laugh.
He started to make his way down the hallway of the apartment. "Uh, what the hell are you doing!?" This caught her attention, she snapped her head to him. Her eyes follow his back.
"Don't worry. Calm down." Passing Kamari's room he entered what he found to be the bathroom.
"What is he doing!?" She mumbled to herself. "No! What the hell am I doing? Did I just let a stranger eat me out? Why did this stranger just eat me out? This has to be some freaky wet dream." Dojii told herself aloud.
"You have freaky wet dreams about me?" The voice behind her made her heart stop for a few seconds. "Jeez, don't you have any manners? Always sneaking up on me."
"I do have manners, psycho." He threw a hand towel directly at her face. "See, I brought you a towel so you could clean yourself up." He plastered on the fakest smile Dojii had ever seen.
She just rolled her eyes and ignored him.
Quietly she started to clean herself and the mess on the couch. "Shit!" She scrubbed at the obvious 'water' mark on the couch.
"Don't worry it'll dry up." He shrugged.
While scrubbing the spot Dojjis eyes also noticed the rip. "Aw shit, man! The damn rip won't just 'dry up'." She moaned.
"Tch, your annoying, it's just a rip."
Not replying, Dojii snatched on her fluffy robe and started whipping him with the towel. "That's it!" -Whip- "Out!" -Whip
Fuahiguro was flinching and protecting himself from the assaults.
"Get! Out! You damn demon dog!" She opened the door and shoved him out. On the other side of the door, he snickered at the irony.
