Quoted By:
Fuck it, I'll just drop it and hope mummeh sees it.
childhood friend visits to get patched up
triggers:
hair play (physical check-up)
fluffy cotton rubs and spray sounds (desinfecting the wounds)
body massage (to ease tensions)
lotion massage(to heal better)
cloth sounds (applying bandages)
kissing sounds
doorbell.mp3
opening-door.mp3
(half-whispering half-whimpering like you're trying to suppress the tears) "Hey, can I-*painful sigh* can I come... in? I-I'm s-so glad to see you."
door-close.mp3
(soft spoken instead of whispering, you're pulling through as to not look so pitiful)
"Since you're a medical student and all, I thought you can fix me up a little, hahah-" *pained whincing*
(mumbling) "Ah, shit it hurts when I laugh."
"Okay, I will sit down and you can do a check-up." *sniffling*
footsteps.mp3, rummaging-for-stuff.mp3
"Do you have to ask? You can see it! I took a whacking!"
"Our little miss Barbie-Princess and her boyfriend, who else?"
(fake a smile, like you want to turn it into a joke, as if that was a normal occurence) "We got into an argument again and well, now I look like this." *forced laugh that ends in a pained sigh*
"Hold still? Okay, doc!"
(start with hair play trigger over a few minutes)
*inject a few pained sighs or "Oww!" here and there*
(end hair play)
"Sooo? Will I survive, doc?" *giggle* "I know you're not a doctor yet, but I know you will be a great one."
"Oh, those are just a few scratches. Don't worry!"
"Ugh, fine. I'll follow my doctor's orders." *giggle followed by pain*
(start with spray sounds, followed by fluffy cotton rubs, alternate between them)
"Oww, hey! Be little more gentle!"
(pouting) "Yea, fine I'll hold still." *pained sigh*
"D-do-don't just call me a good girl out of nowhere!"
"Okay okay, I'll hold still again."
(mumbling) "Just don't embarrass me any further..."
*just continue alternating between the two triggers with a few pained sighs here and there for a few minutes*
"You know, this reminds me of when we were little kids... I'd always somehow manage to hurt myself when we were playing outside.
You were always there to comfort me and patch me up. You, me.... and Barbie..."
"I remember her claiming she's too pretty to play in the mud with us, only for me to drag her right into it!" *giggle*
"A lot has changed..."
(slowly finish up with those triggers)
"T-take o-off my shirt?! I uh.. fine."
(You regain your composure) "Geez, at least wine and dine me next time before you ask such a thing, darling.~"
take-off-shirt.mp3
(Start with slow skin rubbing/body massage trigger)
*pained whincing* "Yes it hurts! Please don't touch there!"
"She... She kicked me in the ribs when I was already down..."
"Yea, you're telling me. She really changed a lot and not for the better. I don't recognize her anymore.
She was always so soft and well spoken, now she's only thinking about the next party and how she will handle the next hangover.
That was why we were arguing. We can barely make ends meet and she keeps drinking and partying away any savings.
She doesn't clean up after herself and her boy-toy doesn't help either.
I can't keep working part-time and then come home to cook and clean up after those lazy slobs! And that's coming from me! The laziest one of us."
"You envy them because of my cooking? Oh come on, as if a little bit of chicken soup is THAT good. *giggle* Thank you..."
"Deep breaths and relaxing? I can try, but my ribs still hurt, you know?"
(just keep doing the body massage, throw in a few deep breaths)
"Yea, I feel a little better. Somehow you're always there when I need you... Even back then."
"I'm sorry for relying on you all the time. You work so hard, yet you still make time for me whenever I need you.
I just needed to vent and get away from it all, you know?.. I was devastated when you moved to the other side of the city.
Just after Barbie got a boyfriend... I never felt more alone in that moment, but I can't blame you, for wanting to avoid such a sight.
I already said it but she really changed a lot since then. We were unseperatable like twin-sisters and now I'm thinking of moving out.
But where to go? I can't move back in with my parents!"
(finish up the body massage, apply lotion get ready for massage with lotion)
*gasp* "Oh shit, that's cold! At least give me a heads-up! Oh, it's supposed to feel cold?"
"I see, it applies cooling so it heals better. *relieved sigh* Yes, that feels good. Mmhh~"
(a little bit of massage)
"You... what?"
(say the next one slowly, as if you can barely comprehend it)
"What if I moved in with you?..."
"Wait, you're serious?! But... I'd only be a burden to you. I'm already distracting you from learning!"
"What do you mean you don't mind?! But-!"
"Okay, you got me... I.. don't... want to go back there today... Fine fine, I will stay over for tonight.."
(wrap it up with the massage now)"Really bandages? It's not that bad, is it?"
"Oh did you have to call me out like that? Of course I want to scratch when it's itchy!"
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