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Thread: Who? Church/Moon

I'm not going to smack you because you decide to eat like a normal person. People don't eat like that unless they're trying to impress someone of a higher social standing usually he said, or unless someone was raising you as a pet, but he didn't voice that thought aloud. He scoffed a little, yeah, the people he'd been with must have been pretentious assholes, even if Caleb didn't remember them. If someone else comments on the way that you eat, for the love of god don't say that. They'll end up smacking you for being an douchebag he said, shaking his head a little. Granted, he was fairly well off now, but when he'd been younger he didn't have much and he'd grown up in a fairly rough neighborhood so people who flaunted the fact that they were better off than others usually got thrown in a dumpster. Sure, we can stop at the park he agreed, thinking it would be nice, though he was surprised the other had left a bag and hadn't mentioned it the night before although he might have been trying to see if he could trust Jonathan or not. Jon had always loved this fountain, it was really pretty at night with the lights shining on it and during the day, like today, the sun hit the water and made it sparkle. He really looked surprised to see the bag come out of the grate, and the fact that it looked absolutely brand new. He took the bag from the other and unzipped it a little, his eyes going wide before zipping it up and throwing it over his shoulder come on, lets take this home before doing anything else he told him, uneasy about carrying this much money around at once. Why in the hell did he even have this kind of money to begin with? And it was all in Euros? It would have made more sense if Caleb had an accent but he sounded fairly american. There was no way he'd be able to get all of it converted at a time without raising any alarm so if they wanted to use it it would have to be in fairly small integrals. As soon as they got back to the apartment he looked the other over, trying to make sure that he wasn't being played and that the other really didn't have any clue where he'd come from or anything about himself. He had so many little quirks that carried over but something was just blocking his memory of his past experiences and he wanted to know what had happened to get him in this situation. Their trip out was fairly short, they got the basics, a few sets of clothes that they agreed on together and he rented a couple movies that they could watch together since Caleb had said that he wanted to watch tv, after all. He wouldn't have minded curling up on the couch with the other in his arms even though he knew it probably wouldn't work out that way.
Thread: Who? Church/Moon

he blinked at the other, head cocked to the side. but the only time i'm allowed out is when i'm to impress people. he said, blinking before frowning, startled by that sudden tidbit as he realized that he shouldn't know that. how very odd. was it memories? nope, still blank. so maybe flashes of memory that he forgot after? maybe. ...uhm. okay. whats a douchbag? he asked, his head tilted. he was quite happy to stop at the park and retrieved his backpack with little fuss. he loved that fountain too, it was the first thing he'd seen when he'd woken up, backpack in hands, head splitting in agony ad whole body shuddering with convulsions. nine one one had been called, he remembered that from the screaming. he was up and gone before anyone could stop him and no one had bothered to look for him since from what he understood. he'd hidden the bag as soon as the crowds had vanished and then took shelter in the drainpipe to wait for someone who knew him. okay. he agreed. don't you need it though? to buy me things? he asked, head tilted. clearly the concept of money wasn't a fully grasped one, so robbing a bank was probably out. do i look funny Jonathan? he asked, examining himself when he realized he was being studied. when the got tot he store, a very helpful and excitable woman helped them pick things out that would make Caleb 'look adorable'. when they got home, Caleb went into the bathroom to change into new clothes and when he came out he looked a bit nervous. do i look silly Jonathon? my shirt has holes in it, is that normal? he asked, examining himself and struggling with the collar necklace around his neck. he was all PunkGoth and it made him look... scrumptious . the woman had certainly known what she was doing. it feels kind of funny... he admitted, once he had the chained collar in place. do i look okay? the woman said i did but there are holes... clearly he wasn't used to wearing teenage fashion and he was worried he was going to get yelled at or punished for wearing the wrong clothes.
Thread: Who? Church/Moon

Jonathan watched the other, he watched him struggle within himself with the knowledge that he had but couldn't understand why he knew it. He really didn't feel like tainting the boys mind just quite yet so decided not to explain to him what a douchebag really was and settled with just summing it up as a massive jerk, but that he shouldn't use the word to someones face because it could be very rude and offensive. We can use some of the money a bit later if we really need to but the general things you need won't cost me all that much he assured the other, obviously he wasn't aware of the cost of things and how much he made, which was absolutely fine. He couldn't accidentally blab about it if he didn't know anything about it in the first place. While they were out he actually picked himself up a couple shirts and a jacket that he'd seen and liked. The woman at the store seemed to rather enjoy dressing Caleb up so he didn't actually have to do much himself except purchase it, and the woman clearly thought that they were together, she kept telling him how great Caleb had looked in the clothing. He was slightly disappointed that he decided to change in the bathroom but the surprise he received as the other came out more than made up for it. He was sure that the lust he felt in his gut was radiating off of him, looking him up and down, completely at a loss for words. You look fucking amazing he said in a soft voice, almost as if he were afraid of spooking the other and making him hide himself for whatever reason. The holes are kind of a fad right now, they look fine he promised, trying to calm himself. God was really testing his patience with this one. He didn't know if he'd be able to look at him wearing this without putting his hands all over him the way he really wanted to. He bit his lip and turned away from him, trying to breathe evenly and make something for them for lunch while telling himself that he was too old and Caleb wouldn't even be interested in being with someone as broken as him even if he found him even remotely attractive.
Thread: Who? Church/Moon

Caleb nodded at the explanation of what a Douchebag was. okay. he agreed, nodding. he understood that money was needed to buy things and that was about the extent of his knowledge. he had never been shopping, so he didn't know how much money one needed to buy anything. he was delighted to try on clothes and seamed to have a lot of fun with it. he spent ten minutes sniffing soap and shampoo to see which one he wanted and even got himself a hair brush. the woman had been very helpful and was eager to help such a cute couple. ....what's 'Fucking'? Caleb asked curiously at the others statement, blinking at him. it's okay then? you don't mind? he asked. so desperate to please Jonathan. to make his savior happy. desperate to make sure the other never needed to kick him out or strike him. Fad? what's that? he asked, confused bit relaxing when he realized the other was okay with what he was wearing. as soon as the other turned his back Caleb moved, wrapping his arms around the others waist, pressing his face into the others back. thank you Jonathan. he whispered. wet patches growing on the others back. Caleb was crying. i've never had clothes of my own... he admitted. ive never had so much to eat in my life. i've n-never been so safe. he sniffled, pulled away and wiped his eyes and blinked at the other. i'm sorry. i don't know where that came from. he admitted, sniffling again and wiping his eyes, looking rather baffled as to why he was crying. anyone would cry though, upon realizing they where finally safe after a lifetime of hell, even if they couldn't remember it. can i make Lunch? he asked. i can be useful and help! he decided, wanting to be helpful so he wasn't a burden on the man who had saved him.
Thread: Who? Church/Moon

Caleb was quite funny to watch in the store, picking things up and feeling them, smelling them, taking in everything he could as though he might not ever get the chance again. It infuriated him, the fact that this kid was basically an adult but hadn't ever had any normal human experiences and was scared practically every second of his existence that he might get beaten up or thrown in some closet. He swore several times in his mind at his language but then remembered that he shouldn't have to be explaining himself. Caleb should have already had curses and insults thrown in his face for his looks, like every other boy in high school at some point in their lives. It's a rather crude way to talk about sex but can also be used as an adjective to say it's a lot of something he informed him, planning on buying a few books explaining basic life functions, a book on the birds and the bees, maybe give him free roam of urban dictionary or something so he could get caught up in the world. Maybe plug him into some family guy, not that he wanted him quoting that god awful show. Jonathan paused as soon as he felt the touch, so surprised that he actually reached out to touch him, let alone wrap arms around him and press his body against someone else's. He turned around in his grip and wrapped his arms around the other as well hey, hey, it's okay, everything is good now, I've got you. He let him pull away but not too far, smiling down at him a little don't worry about it, you can get emotional whenever you feel like you need to he told him, knowing that if his memories ever did start to creep back in, which he was sure they would, if in dreams at the least, he'd need to share with someone and he'd get emotional about it. Yeah, you can make lunch if you really want to, I don't have too much in the fridge but we should be able to make something halfway decent. I'm sure you can help, but you don't have to all the time if you don't want to, you know he assured the other. He didn't really want for him to feel like he had to pay him back for living with him. He didn't feel put out of his way because of him so he didn't really feel the need for his money or for him to pay him back in any way.
Thread: Who? Church/Moon

Caleb had a blast with all the shopping really and he hoped he got to do it again someday. oh! Sex. fornication, reproduction. i know that one. he agreed. i'm really good at it too. he admitted, unaware of what kind of reaction that was going to cause. Adjective, that's a word that describes or modifies the description of something right? he asked curiously. well, he was smart at the very least even if he was kind of dumb. he must have been extremely sheltered. he couldn't stop himself when he wrapped his arms around the other. it was strange, he had the sensation he'd never done this willingly before. or at all. okay. he whispered, sniffling a little and wiping his eyes, smiling at him. okay. he repeated. it was going to be okay, he was safe and with someone who didn't hate him. that was excellent. i like to cook!... i think. i'm pretty sure i did. he admitted, pleased that he wasn't being yelled at for crying or seeking physical reassurances. he really did like it here. he examined the fridge and the cupboards before beaming and pulled out a pot, a pan, and a sharp knife before he proceeded to slice a hunk of meat that was probably supposed to be a roast, into strips. followed by all kinds of vegetables. he worked in complete silence, which was a bit creepy, but understandable if he was punished for existing. being silent and unnoticed was the best way to avoid a beating. soon he had rice boiling in the bot and was pan frying the meat and the vegetables with a bright little grin. then, with a flourish he had stir fry over rice sitting on the table, perfect portions for two people and not a drop wasted. all done! he chirped, looking immensely pleased with himself and he beamed at Jonathan as if to say 'look what i did, aren't i amazing?'. he settled into his chair and tucked into his meal and watched Jonathan eating, trying to mimic what the other was doing. like a child copying his older brother. in the end he gave up trying to slump. he just couldn't do it without looking like he was a hunchback. well, as far as he was concerned anyway. in the end he pouted a bit and resumed eating the way he normally did and chewed on his stir fry thoughtfully. what else could he do to help? he could clean of course, that was a given. Jonathan? when do you work? he asked curiously. are you skipping?
Thread: Who? Church/Moon

So the kid didn't know what an accountant was but somehow he knew about sex and 'fornication'. Who even called it that anymore? And what did he mean by the fact that he was good at it? How was that one of the singular things he'd remembered and was even sure that he was good at it? On top of all that it didn't even phase him to talk about it, like it was a completely normal thing that just came up in conversation and could just as easily switch topics, like he'd just done and Jon was nowhere near finished with the subject. Part of him had been holding back because he assumed the other was an innocent little child even though he wasn't all that young and he didn't want to taint the boy with his lust and whatever else the preachers wanted to shout at him when he was younger, he was sure it was probably something about fornicating and god forbid he had thoughts about other boys instead of girls. What really surprised him was the skills the other possessed in the kitchen. He wasn't all that bad in the kitchen but his dishes were fairly limited and he wasn't very good at coming up with new things to eat, he usually just picked up take out or a pizza if he really wanted something different. He ate as usual, glancing up and smirking a bit as he witnessed the other trying to mimic the way that he ate before giving up and reverting back to his previous habits. Well, at least he knew for a fact that the other was listening to him and taking in what he had to say about things. I work at a company downtown, they're closed on the weekends and I get Mondays off so no, I'm not skipping. Although I've got some vacation days, we could go somewhere if you wanted he offered, unsure about what he would have to say. He knew that he probably wouldn't even know anywhere to go but he was getting ready to take a vacation. Hmm, maybe he'd try something since Caleb didn't seem to mind talking about sex, he hadn't seemed embarrassed or anything when it came up before so, how did you get to be so good at having sex? he asked casually, taking another bite of the very delicious food that he'd prepared. There was something certainly wrong with Caleb's schooling but at the moment he didn't consider himself a good enough of a guy not to exploit one of the boys apparent strengths, and if he thought he was good at it maybe he would quite enjoy it too, especially if he was sure to get pleasure in return.
Thread: Who? Church/Moon

Caleb had no idea the problems he had just caused the other. it didn't occur to him that most people didn't talk about sex so calmly. it didn't occur to him that it was a bit odd for a boy in his condition to know so much about it. he happily devoured his meal once he gave up trying to change his eating habits. it just felt more comfortable to eat this way. oh! and... he paused. what day is it? he asked, blinking at the other. Sunday? he asked, frowning a little as he contemplated, counting on his fingers before nodding. Saturday then. he decided, beaming at the other, ever so proud of himself for being able to figure that out. he cocked his head at the others offer of a vacation. what kind of question was that? did he want to go on a vacation? what exactly was Vacation Time? oh? your going on a holiday? he asked, deciding to play it safe. he wondered if he'd go with or stay here. either was fine with him, he was warm, safe, well fed, had nice clothes and most importantly, he wasn't locked in the closet or hit with a belt or smacked around. he liked it there. where do you holiday? he asked, maybe if he was really lucky Jonathan would let him go with. he paused at the question, uncertain how he knew that. he frowned looking a bit confused for a moment. uh... he cocked his head, thinking hard, trying to find the memory that had told him that, then. oh! i do it, all the time. he declared, catching hold of that memory. when Father wants a deal to go well, he sends me to the person he's trying to make a deal with. he informed the other. it's fun, some of them aren't so nice but i like to help. he admitted. i get good food and i don't get smacked when i help Father make his clients happy. he blinked at the other, head cocked. did i say something wrong? he asked, cringing a little at the look on Jonathan's face. it was not a very nice look and he was worried he'd made Jonathan mad. pain always came when the people around him where mad.
Thread: Who? Church/Moon

Jonathan smiled as he watched the other figure out what day of the week it was and then looked slightly confused and unsure of what to say next. Well I was thinking about it, it's been a little while and I think it would be great if you came with me and we could just go to the beach or somewhere like that he mused aloud. It would be really great to be able to just relax for a week or so without having to deal with anyone, he could get a tan, read a book, eat some good food. The experience would be even better if Caleb came with him. It wasn't like he wouldn't bring him, he'd was worried something would happen before then so that they couldn't work it out. He mainly really wanted to see him in a swimsuit and have an excuse to rub lotion all over his body. Hearing about how often he'd had sex and the people he'd had sex with upset him. What really put him over the edge was why he'd been doing it. His jaw clenched tightly shut as he tried not to lash out at the boy in any way. It wasn't his fault, he'd been forced to do it, forced to think that it was normal and okay when it was the complete opposite. Have you ever actually had sex because you wanted to and were attracted to the other person? Not just because some prick needed to make a business deal? he asked the other, pretty much already knowing the answer but he'd ask anyway and give the benefit of the doubt. He asked a second question as well, gathering that they were far past the point of modesty and figuring that Caleb wouldn't even gather that anything was strange or out of place. Would you like to have sex with me? He'd wanted to do it since he saw Caleb's face and body but at this point it was just as important to him to show the other how sex could really be, when both parties are pleased by it and one just isn't using the other person to get their pleasure and then dumping them back off to their master. He didn't know a lot about Europe but he was sure this was still illegal to do to a person.
Thread: Who? Church/Moon

okay. he agreed, nodding. he didn't mind, so long as he was with Jonathan. he felt safe and wanted when he was around the other, so he'd stay with him for as long as he could. a beach? i don't think i've ever been to a beach before. he admitted, scratching the back of his head. what does one do on a beach? he asked curiously before cringing away from the angry look on Jonathan's face. why was his friend mad? what had he done? he was a bit frightened, though not overly so. part of him knew, without a doubt that the other would never hit him not to hurt him anyway. he watched with wary, careful eyes, preparing to flee if the other lost his composure and attacked him, or worse, started throwing things. Caleb hated it when people threw things at him. just hated it. he really hoped Jonathan didn't do that. uhm... he was a bit thrown by the angry question, looking baffled and a little bit frightened before he nodded. well, sure. i liked some of the people Father asked me to entertain. he admitted. i can't remember their names, but one of them, he was really nice. he liked to touch me a lot, and see how many times he could make me reach orgasm. he was my favorite because he was always gentle. he couldn't fornicate himself, but he liked to watch me. he admitted. he never made me hurt too much and never made me do anything i didn't like or didn't want to do, so he was my favorite. he admitted, not quite the answer the other was looking for, but enough to know that Caleb had enjoyed some form of sex. can i have sex with you? he asked, suddenly looking very eager. i'm very good at it, i'd like to. he admitted. you make me feel very warm inside. right here. he set his hand low on his stomach, where arousal often tightened. i like it when you look at me and i really like it when you touch me. so if you want to have sex, i do too! he informed the other, eyes glinting with lust and eager desire. technically, it wasn't sex slavery, slavery, or even trafficking. technically, it wasn't even pimping or whoring because there was no trade of money involved in the act. at best, it was repeated rape of a minor. still pretty sick considering it was Caleb's own father pimping him out.
Thread: Monster Girl Medley (Krimson & Collector of Rarities)

Ryuu Yamazaki was an average guy in his twenties. Average, in the sense that he lived in a modest home, made a modest living off of commissions and art sales, and was quite the easygoing, agreeable follow. His looks, however, was decidedly handsome. Black hair kept short, the bangs lending him a boyish charm. His eyes were an unusual shade of red, a fact that his favorite jacket called attention to. He was tall for a twenty-something, and would have been quite lanky if not for all the martial arts he engaged in. In spite of all his training, his form was not particularly intimidating at first glance. At least, not whilst clothed. Even a brief touch upon his body would reveal a different story, as every inch was lined with hard, compact muscles. Today, Ryuu wrapped up this work early, letting the canvas air-dry in his studio as he busied himself around his home, making sure everything looked neat and tidy. As neat and tidy as a bachelor's pad could look, anyhow. He wasn't a messy guy, but hardly the most neat one. Setting out a bowl of fruit, wiping the table...trying his best to make his home presentable to his guest. Today was the day that his first exchange guest would arrive. Ever since the government passed the Interspecies Cultural Exchange Act three years ago, monster girls have became a part of human society. In three short years, a lot of progress have been made and a lot of differences bridged, but monster girls still remained relatively rare on the streets. There were still misunderstandings, as the way these girls lived back at home were often very different from the way humans lived. But still, society was improving. As an open-minded guy, Ryuu wanted to help the process along. And that's why he signed up for the exchange program, offering up spaces in his home for exchange guests. The government deemed him such a good citizen that it decided to approve him for three girls, which he was perfectly happy with. The more the merrier. He was going to do his darnest to help his new guests make fond experiences in human society.
Thread: First Role Play, planned storyline

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