Shady

Aleth moved enough to get his left hand up under his chin as a makeshift pillow, but no more. "No."

"If I wasn't ready, I'd say so." He straightened his back, glancing over at her. "It's fine; I'm sure."

Tasia gave another giggle but nodded. "Yes ma'am."

Aleth was laying limply on the ground staring straight ahead and might have been dead, aside from his slow, raspy breaths. He didn't respond in word or gesture.

"I'm sure." He reached down and rubbed his ankle as he walked, the small cuts stinging and making his fingers come away bloody. How embarassing.

"NO YOU MADE ME--!" She was blushing, rubbing her face. But she slowly started giggling and repeated sheepishly, "I see you pee." And dissolved into a fit of laughter.

(Sounds good ^^) Aleth wasn't sure which one was crueler -- the abuse before, or the faux-kindness the asshole was showing him now. On one hand, the torture was, well, ...

He cleared his throat, glancing away. "No. I just... forgot how they are... I'll be ready for the cu-sith, don't worry."

Her brow furrowed even more. "I...C...U...P...? EWWWW!"

(Aleth's gonna be mad dissociating and not really give him much to work with. He'll continue to need to be force-fed because he's still too proud to eat the shit ...

"Fine." He scratched his cheek to hide the blush, then, gratefully remembered it was dark so she couldn't see it anyway. "...Thank you."

(omg lol I was so confused until this moment) "I-c-o-u-p?" She frowned.

Aeron snorted and stepped over it, embarrassed and feeling disheveled.

(Ahh, fair haha. Did you have anything else for this scene or skip over to the nasties in jail?)

(true dat) "Smellicup?" Tasia asked, confused.