Blaise’s world was frustratingly coming into focus. The pain had subsided, but it was almost as if his very sense were having to recalibrate. He wasn’t sure where the heck he was the world was just full of explosions and loud muffled voices! “H-Hello?! C-can anyone h-hear me! I’m SUPER confused right now!” But the boy’s responses would be left unanswered what sounded like glass being smashed would cause him to bolt only to collide with something that almost felt like a soft wall of leather. At least it was soft was all he could think as he simply held to it before it seemed to shake him off leaving him dizzily trotting across the vacant space. The red Head flexing her left leg to shake off what she assumed to be a fly.
A white-haired woman who had been chowing down on her Fajitas would pause and hold up a muscular arm and open palm before loudly swallowing and simply stating. “It is like English phraze da? Doth protest to much.” Not even giving Grace any time of eye contact she would return to her meal. “You do not catch prey with idle prattle, actions are truth worth.” Her stomach making an ominous gurgle of agreement as she moved on to a big bowl of beans. The women would all try to join in at once as the conversation continued. The muscular woman so focused on her food she missed the near miss of the boy being caught up on her fork. Blaise again being twirled around as something heavy whizzed just past his chest!
Grace would spend the rest of the time fighting a losing battle trying to convince her friends of her assured victory. To be honest the real reason she wanted this boy so bad was just wounded pride. Never in all her years had she ever lost a man. Oh sure a few would try and weasel away, some even tried to play hard to get like dear Blaise was doing. But she always got them in the end, Men were the weaker sex after all. And all she had to do to continue to prove this hypothesis was rope in this single young stray… Frustratedly her cheeks would bounce and wobble as she nervously clentched and released her thigh muscles. “Oh Blaise Your about to get more booty then you ever could have imagined!” She would snicker into her mind.
A white-haired woman who had been chowing down on her Fajitas would pause and hold up a muscular arm and open palm before loudly swallowing and simply stating. “It is like English phraze da? Doth protest to much.” Not even giving Grace any time of eye contact she would return to her meal. “You do not catch prey with idle prattle, actions are truth worth.” Her stomach making an ominous gurgle of agreement as she moved on to a big bowl of beans. The women would all try to join in at once as the conversation continued. The muscular woman so focused on her food she missed the near miss of the boy being caught up on her fork. Blaise again being twirled around as something heavy whizzed just past his chest!
Grace would spend the rest of the time fighting a losing battle trying to convince her friends of her assured victory. To be honest the real reason she wanted this boy so bad was just wounded pride. Never in all her years had she ever lost a man. Oh sure a few would try and weasel away, some even tried to play hard to get like dear Blaise was doing. But she always got them in the end, Men were the weaker sex after all. And all she had to do to continue to prove this hypothesis was rope in this single young stray… Frustratedly her cheeks would bounce and wobble as she nervously clentched and released her thigh muscles. “Oh Blaise Your about to get more booty then you ever could have imagined!” She would snicker into her mind.
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Blaise’s luck must run out at some point. He has already teased chance at least four times maybe even more! The clock is counting down to the big impact.
Blaise’s luck has already run out. One of the women had or has noticed him and is ready to make a move.
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May 12, 2023
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