Thread: Welcome to the Real World [Ryax x Umbrale]

Mark was deep in thought about work and mundane chores as a vague effort to strangle his libido after the intense morning market dance. He was winning the good fight and was in fact so deep in thought that he bounded round a corner without paying attention at all, and came to an abrupt standstill as he collided with a small woman and sent her backwards and sprawling on the ground, the contents of her bags scattered. Shit he thought to himself when he felt the thud against him, Holy shit he thought shortly after when he saw what she looked like. The way that her clothes clung to her body and the way they betrayed her toned form practically caused his libido to shout at him with glee. I don't have time for this, I need to get to work he thought to himself as he bent down on one knee to help her reassemble her bags of what looked like standard groceries. No, mam. It's my fault. I wasn't paying attention. he told her apologetically. Instinctively he split and dynamically mended his pair of arms into two pairs in order to speed up the process. At this point he didn't care much for the amount of energy he'd spend doing it, he'd just have to take the small hit and eat a larger lunch to compensate for the heavy day of labor that loomed. All of Mark's eyes and arms darted around the close vicinity of the sidewalk to pick up the groceries and put them back where they belonged. He hadn't noticed the way that she was looking at him and didn't think much of that his appearance might seem strange to someone else not entirely used to it. Mark's enhanced state made short work of the pickup and the groceries were quickly back in their bags. Let me help you up. , he stated, all his eyes looking into hers as he reached a hand out towards her, still down on one knee. His other hands had already wandered to their combined grocery bags and collected them. As she took his hand he simply stood himself up and adjusted his arm and hand accordingly to match with the woman's ascent from the pavement. The difference in height and mass made her comparatively tiny frame very easy for him lift while standing himself up. Here you go. I'm sorry for tripping you. I'll pay a little more attention to where I'm going. , he told her with a small smile as he handed her grocery bags back. Be safe and have a good day! he told her with his smile still showing before it dropped when he bounded away down the sidewalk again towards his place of work a couple of blocks down that street. His strides were far apart so he'd make quite the fast target to keep up with for someone smaller. After having paced away about twenty steps he glanced backwards, hoping she'd still be there so he could look at her one last time and remember the fantastic sight he had the pleasure to bump into. I'm not sure if I ever want to see her again or never want to leave her side... Fuck that's dangerous he mused to himself while he exhaled a strained sigh. He kept thinking about her until a few moments into his work when he had to focus on the day at hand again. Many hours into the day, the sun was heading down for the count, the streets had calmed down and Mark's shift was over. He was heading back towards his apartment for the night. His libido from the morning's events had subsided calmly several hours before and was nowhere to be seen until he wandered into an unfortunate train of thoughts leading to his evening being spent in a series of 'compromising maneuvers'. I don't have any lunch for tomorrow... What if I get something from the Market again... Maybe I'll bump into her again... Shit he thought to himself, closing his eyes in frustration and rubbing his face with his hands as he knew he'd been trapped by himself. His libido might just've popped up as a text message in his phone saying 'Hi, I'm back!', cause that's what it felt like to him. Mark had reverted back from the day's work to a roughly human form. No extra eyes, arms or legs. Lithe and of average height this time around. However, he had a fairly long, thick tail of sorts, resembling the body of a snake. It was partially dressed across his body, hanging from his shoulders and around his waist. He used a muscle riddled tail like this for complex maneuvers when he needed to get to tricky spots between accessible spaces. Every now and then it would move around, slap the pavement or rearrange itself on his body, as if it was frustrated and couldn't get any rest. Which was exactly what he felt like, his mind having been caught in the trap that was this morning's luscious memories.