10-27-2018, 05:41 AM
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"No need to hide your face, pretty man." Sucking in my cheeks, my eyes ogled at him, and slowly I lowered my fingers to my teeth and started biting. "I want to look at it." He murmured. Admittedly, I felt safe with him, though usually I went to all lengths possible to avoid people staring at my skin, especially near my eyes.
"I - I um, I like your face too, pretty man." I rasped. "You are. Pretty, man." Despite my very bad flirtation, I at the time thought it flowed really well, and so did the other, who giggled and waved his hand at me.
"Oh, stop it! How about you and I do something together later, huh?" The man asked with a blow of a kiss, before writing his number down for me on my receipt. I hadn't even remembered paying for my items, but I guess that's what happens when you become a lovesick puppy.
I got stopped dead in my tracks on my way out by some sort of angry-sounding noise, and stumbling back, the employee nearest stared at me accusingly. "Did you not pay for your things, boy? You shoplifting?" She asked. I hated when people called me boy, my dad used to do it when he was angry.
"Um - I did! I bought! I - I even have the receipt in my pocket." As I fumbled with my jean pockets, my hoodie pockets, and looked all around, I felt tears brim in my eyes as her eyes stared through me, and her arms were crossed sternly. "It must be at the register with - with the man and the crop top." I stated, and stumbling in that direction with the lady tagging right behind me, she stared.
"Nobody would wear that here." She snarled, and I searched madly at the register - of which the man had disappeared. Had he been about to get off his shift when I came by? Watching me fumble about, she sniffed. "You better go pay for your items, boy. You're lucky I don't call the cops on you or get my boss." Tears streamed down my face, and I nodded despite me choking on my words.
"Please - please stop looking at me, please - please -" Oh god, she hated me. She wanted to kill me. I - I had to get out of here. "I'll buy what I need and go, please just - don't hurt me-" I wasn't even paying attention now, refusing to look in her direction as I dragged myself to the register, trembling violently and barely catching a vase that I nearly dropped. Rushing out as fast as possible, I felt sobs ripple through me. Nobody likes me - why does this always happen
[xio hallucinating a man, ft first person perspective]
XIOMAR STURM
[div style="width: 400px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify;"]I approached a register, and was greeted with someone muscular and with a croptop, and instantly I had butterflies in my stomach - he was so pretty, and I wish I had the confidence to wear his clothes. Blond hair framed the man's face as he smiled at me, and I froze when he winked at me. Oh, oh goodness. I couldn't contain myself, hiding my face."No need to hide your face, pretty man." Sucking in my cheeks, my eyes ogled at him, and slowly I lowered my fingers to my teeth and started biting. "I want to look at it." He murmured. Admittedly, I felt safe with him, though usually I went to all lengths possible to avoid people staring at my skin, especially near my eyes.
"I - I um, I like your face too, pretty man." I rasped. "You are. Pretty, man." Despite my very bad flirtation, I at the time thought it flowed really well, and so did the other, who giggled and waved his hand at me.
"Oh, stop it! How about you and I do something together later, huh?" The man asked with a blow of a kiss, before writing his number down for me on my receipt. I hadn't even remembered paying for my items, but I guess that's what happens when you become a lovesick puppy.
I got stopped dead in my tracks on my way out by some sort of angry-sounding noise, and stumbling back, the employee nearest stared at me accusingly. "Did you not pay for your things, boy? You shoplifting?" She asked. I hated when people called me boy, my dad used to do it when he was angry.
"Um - I did! I bought! I - I even have the receipt in my pocket." As I fumbled with my jean pockets, my hoodie pockets, and looked all around, I felt tears brim in my eyes as her eyes stared through me, and her arms were crossed sternly. "It must be at the register with - with the man and the crop top." I stated, and stumbling in that direction with the lady tagging right behind me, she stared.
"Nobody would wear that here." She snarled, and I searched madly at the register - of which the man had disappeared. Had he been about to get off his shift when I came by? Watching me fumble about, she sniffed. "You better go pay for your items, boy. You're lucky I don't call the cops on you or get my boss." Tears streamed down my face, and I nodded despite me choking on my words.
"Please - please stop looking at me, please - please -" Oh god, she hated me. She wanted to kill me. I - I had to get out of here. "I'll buy what I need and go, please just - don't hurt me-" I wasn't even paying attention now, refusing to look in her direction as I dragged myself to the register, trembling violently and barely catching a vase that I nearly dropped. Rushing out as fast as possible, I felt sobs ripple through me. Nobody likes me - why does this always happen
[xio hallucinating a man, ft first person perspective]