Thread: Agency 666 (QC X Ryax)

Surprised to see Grace waiting for him outside the restrooms, so close to his mini freak out, he stuttered in his tracks and stared at her a little awkwardly, not yet having regained his full composure and desperately trying to hide it. Following in her tracks, letting her lead the way in this foreign place, he winced and sighed dejectedly as she revealed that she knew he was freaking out about the whole thing. It's that obvious, huh? both voice and words a defeated tone As they arrived, the stern look and words of warning turned his frame of mind to a cautious alertness. I can't promise anything, but I'll try. I mean, I've seen a lot of new things today. I'm sure I can handle another his words cautious but optimistic, although it was painfully obvious that he had no clue what was waiting for him behind that door Entering the room, the hinting atmosphere permeating his senses and was in clear conflicting with what he thought he'd be experiencing beforehand. Once the being in the room called out for Grace, his attention snapped to the succubus and any hint the room had given him was immediately replaced by something of a more obvious nature as she hurried over to them. His gaze steadily fixed on the woman, Richards jaw had dropped slightly as an involuntary reflex at the choice of revealing clothing on such tantalizing shapes, not to mention the pointy horns and playful tail swaying about. His blood would have been scrambling to his nether region had it not been for the silent but definite second freak out of the day. Richards jaw was locked in drop-down style until he was snapped out of it by Grace mentioning his name and it snapped back up to close his mouth accompanied by a two quick blinks of his eyelids. He laughed awkwardly as she smelled him and quickly stopped thereafter and was staring at her. Uhh... Hi his voice slowly pouring out of the slight crack between his lips, his jaw refusing to fully close again Wait... What? he voiced in crystal clear confusion as he was finally grasping that the demon, succubus, thing in front of him was also the station's therapist, and so this was the drop that overflowed Richard's tolerance cup and resulting in his not-so-silent third freak out of the day She's a Succubus, and a therapist? Wait, doesn't succubi... Shit, really, what? For the whole base? I guess... Wait, what? Uhh... assumptions running amock, looking back and forth between Grace and Elsa, a couple of awkward laughs between a couple of his sentences Yup, yup, yup. You got horns. he noted astutely as he pointed at them, a frown showing on his face as everything around him began to slowly morph and deform and his eventual meltdown began I'm done steeled voice, promptly turning around and heading out the door again, not letting himself be stopped by anything Richard quickly made his way back to the restrooms, stormed inside and claimed one of the lockable stalls for himself. Throwing the lid open, crouching down on his knees, he promptly emptied the contents of his stomach through the passage his mouth right down into the bowl. After a couple of more throw-ups, his stomach had ended up void of content and the spinning had subsided as he was unconsciously processing his new reality, usually a twisted one in the eyes of an supernaturally unexposed normal human. He was groaning lowly to himself as he'd leaned back against a wall of the stall he occupied. What the actual fuck have I gotten myself into? he asked himself quietly He stayed like that for a while, taking his sweet time to recuperate and doing his best to process everything. A regular toilet stall was a good place for this, nothing of the new to jostle his memory before he could deal with it sufficiently.