Wasteland.(Aarmau AU)

Chapter 7: ABSolutly Ghoulish

The next morning, Aaron woke up to find himself ravenous. He didn't eat at all yesterday, he was too.... preoccupied.

He looked in the cupboard, and to his surprise. They were low on food. At least in his standards.

With a groan he picked out two cans of food(this time it was soup) and started cooking.

Aphmau was still asleep. She needed it, Aaron blushed thinking about what happened last night.

As if on cue Aphmau moved in her sleep. A small smile on her face.

Aaron smiled, and moved the cans slightly. He didn't have to hide his attraction. Well, not when she was asleep.

But he about what she told him, she was held against her will and made to.... do things he didn't want to think about.

She looked so innocent, and he supposed she was, in a way. But to be stripped of you're dignity...

It changes a person.

She made a groan, moved. And looked over to see Aaron looking at her.

"Uh, can I help you?" She said in a sleepy, drowsy voice.

He chuckled, he didn't have to hide his face now.

"Actually, you can help, by getting up. And going scavenging with me."

She kinda made a weird, excited noise. And flung herself out of bed.

"Really!" She was jumping excitedly around the station. Aaron looked at her and made an amused face.

"Yeah..." He had to stifle a laugh at her excitement. But he had to admit it was cute.

She tried to fix her mop of hair, but without a mirror, she just made it worse.

"Ugh, I need a mirror." She complained, attempting to fix a stubborn strand of hair.

"No you don't, here."

He walked over to her, and started fixing her hair for her.  Straightening the very stubborn strands.

"Oh..." She blushed, he was really close to her face, and his hand grazed her ear.

He was blushing as well, though he didn't make  it obvious that he was doing so.

Finally he moved a strand out of her face, his hand lingering on her cheek for a moment.

But the the grill dinged and he quickly gave her the can.

They both got ready, Though Aaron made Aphmau change from her light clothes.

"If we get jumped your not going to be able to defend yourself." He had said, and gave her a much too big pants and shirt.

But she changed into them anyway. It's not like she had much of a choice. Her old clothes were falling apart.

When she came out of the house, she had kinda changed the outfit a small bit. Instead of the shirt Aaron gave her. She wore a faded purple tank top. And she had ripped the jeans to fit her.

Aaron couldn't help but stare, his cheeks had gone bright red. And he had to look away.

"How do I look?" She asked, a little smirk so her face.