02-24-2018, 07:59 AM
It would appear that Adam missed hearing in on Ethan's diagnosis, though to be honest, with ears like his and Carl's, they heard the prognosis while walking down. Still, it would have been nice to physically be there. Fortunately for Carl and perhaps unfortunately for Maor, they both were present to hear Camilla examine the human. Naturally, Maor tried not to look in Carl's direction, his eyes looking around and down towards the floor. Occasionally, they would look back to see what Ethan was doing, which looked like he was also mad, but trying to place his shirt back on.
Yea, Maor definitely had a good body for it. His body was ruined however, thanks to Carl. Maor didn't exactly seek to be a vain figure who valued his body, but he was an athlete clearly. Seeing his body twist and distort to something larger and well, fatter, was unsettling. The weight was mostly going towards his belly and chest, but what if the rest of his body decided it wanted to catch up and he essentially started getting fatter or just genuinely thicker? The thought of that reminded him of someone feminine, something he would try to fight as much as possible.
"Wait, what" he said in revelation to the fact Camilla said him and Ethan were theirs for the day. Was she serious? This was entirely their fault and now Maor and Ethan had to suffer by being around them all day? What if Carl decided to get physical again? Maor could see it now, returning back to this room more bruised up than the two nights back. He found himself rubbing his hands nervously. After all, it wasn't like he could literally fight Carl. He had a bruise to the neck and face to be a constant reminder of how he failed. Camilla was now gone and all Maor could force himself to say was "Uhh...uhh..."
"I'll find something a bit form fitting for you to wear," Adam stated as he walked in the door fully, his voice aimed at Ethan. "It's only natural I try my best to take care of you after all, mon cher."
Yea, Maor definitely had a good body for it. His body was ruined however, thanks to Carl. Maor didn't exactly seek to be a vain figure who valued his body, but he was an athlete clearly. Seeing his body twist and distort to something larger and well, fatter, was unsettling. The weight was mostly going towards his belly and chest, but what if the rest of his body decided it wanted to catch up and he essentially started getting fatter or just genuinely thicker? The thought of that reminded him of someone feminine, something he would try to fight as much as possible.
"Wait, what" he said in revelation to the fact Camilla said him and Ethan were theirs for the day. Was she serious? This was entirely their fault and now Maor and Ethan had to suffer by being around them all day? What if Carl decided to get physical again? Maor could see it now, returning back to this room more bruised up than the two nights back. He found himself rubbing his hands nervously. After all, it wasn't like he could literally fight Carl. He had a bruise to the neck and face to be a constant reminder of how he failed. Camilla was now gone and all Maor could force himself to say was "Uhh...uhh..."
"I'll find something a bit form fitting for you to wear," Adam stated as he walked in the door fully, his voice aimed at Ethan. "It's only natural I try my best to take care of you after all, mon cher."