I got permission for this small pp already durrrrp. WC:
It Ends tonight.
There was a few fumbles coming from her, but he had turned to look at Vox and he crossed his hands over his chest. His back leaned against the side of the stall and he huffed lightly, and looked down at his feet. He was moving his toes and watching himself do so, rather bored and uninterested until the woman asked him a question about what he had been talking about. Was talking to Vox. spoke the male, telling her that it wasn't pertaining to her. He did not expect an answer until the woman had been groaning again and then shuffled and then silence again. He looked up at her when she came around the corner, and he tilted his glasses down for his first time in the conversation where his eyes were revealed. He cocked his head and she asked for his help. She came to him, a rather awkward position and he stood up straight. He pushed up his glasses to cover his eyes again and he looked at the part of the strap that wasn't on right.
Don't worry, Krystalle had this issue too, it's confusing until you get used to it. spoke Mars, his cold still slightly cold even though he was helping her. He pulled the straps to where they were right, fixing the shoulder pad that was off. There's an easier way to put this on you know? he spoke, but helped her get it on the way she had been going for. It'll get easier. he reassured her and nodded his head as he went to fix the fasteners around her midsection. He then took a step back and looked at her, and tried to see if he saw anything that was off. Should be good now.. he spoke, nodding his head. He looked at her, and then tilted his head again. Is it comfortable? Too tight anywhere or anything? he asked, making sure she wasn't uncomfortable.
And what were you talking about that you needed me to meet or something? asked Mars, wondering what she had been going on before. She had said that she needed to tell him something, and show him things, and she seemed all too excited. Mars kept in mind that he would be leaving soon, but with every second that passed, the chance of him not staying longer than intended would become less and less.
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