The Stockroom of After Hours (Invite or Ask)

[Light Ice]

I've seen Ice be Nice.
And if I don't? What then?
Can't spank me and send me to bed, cuz I'm already here.
MYEH.

Woman. -he says, dropping into a seat at the bed's edge-

 

[Mephistophelily]

Woman. -he says, dropping into a seat at the bed's edge-

Why, yes. I am.
And you are Man.
See?
Fun game.
*Sticks out her tongue*

 

[Light Ice]

Why, yes. I am.
And you are Man.
See?
Fun game.
*Sticks out her tongue*

"Shush." He says, and grabs one of her feet. It's not a gentle reach, mind, but a firm one. Pulling it onto his lap without a care for what it does for her position in the bed. He drives his thumb into the arch, working a slow, lazy circle.

 

[Mephistophelily]

Gnyaahh-!
*slipping straight off the pillow, blanket askew and wrapped around her leg as he claims the ankle and foot*
What're you DOING?! Cut that out!

 

[Light Ice]

Gnyaahh-!
*slipping straight off the pillow, blanket askew and wrapped around her leg as he claims the ankle and foot*
What're you DOING?! Cut that out!

"Shush." He ignores her. Working a slow massage of her foot. It isn't pervy. Feet don't do that for him. But it's an easy, affectionate touch meant to drag the strain out. His thumb does the majority of the work, gliding along the arch, rocking gently into the heel.

 

[Mephistophelily]

You don't get it.
I'm ticklish as HELL in my feet.
Thats... so not helping...

 

[Light Ice]

You don't get it.
I'm ticklish as HELL in my feet.
Thats... so not helping...

He didn't get it. He does now. The misadventures continue. Why not? Well, alright then, he tightens his grip on her ankle and abruptly attacks her foot with the intent to tickle. Mercilessly.

 

[Mephistophelily]

*Shrieks and flails her knee*
Cut it out cut it out cut it out!

Okay! You CAN be an evil guy! I get it!!

 

[Light Ice]

*Shrieks and flails her knee*
Cut it out cut it out cut it out!

Okay! You CAN be an evil guy! I get it!!

He nods, releases her, and tucks her in. "Night, Lily. Seriously, feel better."

 

[Mephistophelily]

I'll try.
Goodnight, Ice.

 

[Mephistophelily]

*Pushes the door open, starting to wonder if maybe the door got jammed up or something...*

I should really finish cleaning in here.

*Plopping on the bed and tugging a box over, pawing through it*
Huh.
Medical tape.
Surgical scissors.
Shitloads of band-aids.

*eyes one of the other boxes* Yeah, with the stuff around here, I can imagine needing half this stuff.

 

[Eazy]

*Uses his key to get into the Stockroom, still limping slightly after kicking Chas' chair the other day as he grumbles to himself* Friggin fraggin rassle frassin Neil Gaiman loving fangirls....

*Spots Lilly going through a box over on the bed, narrowing his eyes a bit* Oh. It's you. Hmph. So what you going through now? Not more weird sex machines, is it? *Peaks into the box, spotting the rolls of medical tape* Hey! Finally something around here aside from the box of comics that I can use.

*Snatches up a roll and plops down onto the bed, rolling up his pants leg and wrapping it around the bruised portion* Bandages make everything better, right? I'm not exactly a medical expert, but wrapping yourself in this stuff seems to always work in the cartoons.

 

[Mephistophelily]

*Peers over at him as he wraps up*
Awww.
Does Eazy gots'a booboo shtill?

*Makes a face*
You're doing it funny. Let me try.

 

[Eazy]

Yes! *He grumbles while trying to wrap up* And, as usual, it's everybody's fault but my own....

*Stares at you, somewhat wearily, as she offers to assist him in the bandaging* Well. Okay. Just try not to accidentally tie my leg to my shoulder or anything like that. Plus I'm still uneasy about trusting a German with anything medical related after watching certain horror flicks.

So, yeah. *Undoes the flimsy bandaging and hands it over anyway*

 

[Mephistophelily]

Hey, I'm not that bad with bandages.
Well, on other people, anyway.
I end up looking like Nygus on my own.

*Snatches it before he can say no with that*
Now hold still or I -will- do it that way.

*Over and under and around, frowning at the way its turning out* This thing sucks. I can't get it to stay. It's almost as bad as yours.

 

[Eazy]

*Blinks at the comparison as she snatches the bandages away, giving a nervous chuckle as she starts, trying to stay still at first, only to find it's not helping as much as they'd like* Hey! Hey! Careful with that! You're barely wrapping any of it around the injured leg at this point!

*Starts squirming about, only making things worst, then glares at that last comment* Wait, what is that supposed to mean?

 

[Mephistophelily]

Oh stop bitching. I'm being helpful, dammit.

*Pulls it a bit tighter and glares up at him, nodding toward the bed itself* It'd be easier if I could see what I'm doing a bit better. Lay down and put your leg up.

*Peeks back at that box again, pondering... things*

 

[Eazy]

*Struggles as you tighten the tape, finding his arms heavily restrained, with one to his side and the other folded up near his chest* Well. This hasn't made things any better for my leg.

*Narrows his eyes at you and grumbles at your suggestion* Fine, fine. Guess you can't make things any worst then they already are at this point. *Hobbles over to the bed, trying not to trip on any loose hanging strands of the tape as he flops back on the bed and lifts the slightly bruised leg*

*Raising his head a bit, peaking over his chest and down in your direction* Just remember what I said before about that Human Centipede movie!

 

[Mephistophelily]

Relaaax. You're not meeting anyone's bumm.

But you are gonna be alone for a minute. *Laughs and sticks out her tongue before heading into the little bathroom* I figure that since I'm playing doctor, I should at least get to look it...

And really, if you want to complain about it, I can use more of that tape to shut you up.

*Comes back out, a set of pink and purple tighter-fitting scrubs on*

I'd do the nurse thing, but... Well, I don't wanna. So myeh.

*Climbs up on the bed beside him, looking him over* I guess I did kinda overdo it with that wrap, huh? Can you move at ALL? Don't wanna cut off too much circulation...

 

[Eazy]

Hey! *He scowls as you stick your tongue out, trying to get back up but finding it hard with his arms like this* Hmm maybe if I roll over onto the floor...then again I've seen what type of lotions and such you people drop on those floors.

*Settles back on the bed, grumbling a bit at the mention of using tape on his mouth, biting his tongue until you come out since he figures you aren't bluffing, though that doesn't keep his eyes from saying a lot as they steadily soak in the image of you in that outfit, smirking lightly at the 'myeh* Teasing little pain in the...

*Gazing up as you climb onto the bed, scowling at your question, tapping his fingers on his chest, which was about all he could do with his arms at the moment* What do you think? At least my legs can still move freely enough for if I need to kick at you over anything. *Grins and chuckles a little over the thought*

 

[Mephistophelily]

Well, good then. That means I know where you are. Of course, I kinda doubt you'd be able to run away in a few minutes anyway... not just because of that tape, either.

*Smiles sweetly as possible, scooting up beside him and just laying down, playing with his chest and the stuck arm*

Alright, I admit it. I'm terrible at treating wounds and injuries and all that. The most I can do, and people seem to think it works, is make them forget they hurt in the first place.

*grins, then leans up to nibble the shell of his ear, purring against it*

I can make you forget.
Lots of things.

 

[Eazy]

*Scowls at the smile, wishing he'd taken yoga or something so that his legs could flex up there for a nice kick to the butt as she lays beside him* Hmm Terrible at treating wounds. What a shocker. *Said sarcastically, trying to swipe at you with his elbow, with little success* I'm starting to think you may have done this on purpose...

*Blinks as she moves in closer, considering her last words before nibbling at his ear, causing him to squirm about on the bed for a completely different reason then before* ....can make a person forget, huh? That...that is an interesting talent...

*Swallows hard as he gazes over at her, then glances down, between his legs, nearly flushing in the cheeks as he remarks* Great. Aside from the pain in my leg, it now seems that I'm starting to suffer the early effects of rigor mortis in a very embarrassing part of the body.

 

[Mephistophelily]

*Sits up a bit, resting a hand against my chest in fake surprise*
On Purpose? ME?

*Mocks a gasp*
Why, I've no idea what you're talking about. I'm simply trying to be helpful.

*Leans in again, biting a bit harder on his ear as that hand on his chest meanders a bit lower, wondering about this 'problem' below*

Ohhh, poor guy. And all the times you keep pouting of being forgotten or abandoned or left behind... I suppose I'm guilty of that a little.

*Sits up again, moving the hand back up to press firmly against his chest as I stare down at him*
But so are you.
You ran off on ME twice.
So now you're going to STAY PUT.

It's not NICE to take off when someone's trying to apologize, you jerk!

 

[Eazy]

*Narrows his eyes at her, giving off a 'we are not amused' look as she retaliates against his accusation* Meryl Streep you aint, lady.

*Bites at his lower lip as she bites harder upon his ear, stifling a shiver as the meandering hand does him few favors in keeping this new 'condition' under control, then suddenly glares at you* Guilty of that a little? A LITTLE?!

*Starts to squirm again, raising a leg to kick up in vain at the air, when he's suddenly silenced by the hand to pressing firmly on his chest, blinking up at her as she finishes, gulping a bit at the end and nodding* Yes, Lily. Sorry, Lily. I'll try to behave now Lily.

*Key word being 'try', as he doesn't take too kindly at being called jerk, but also finds himself kinda liking the take charge side of Lily as he takes another look below* I'll...I'll give you one thing. I have nearly forgotten about the problem with my leg at this point. Albeit at the expense of another nagging little problem. *Pauses for a moment, then quickly corrects* Well. Not 'little', but you know....

 

[Mephistophelily]

Yeah yeah yeah, I get it, shut up.

*frowns again, settled on my knees beside him on the bed.*
It hurt my feelings when you kept taking off. So now, you're not going to. I'm making sure of that. And you want to keep complaining about how much it drives you nuts to be ignored or ditched?

*Letting my hand wander about, tugging at the wraps a little, scooting back down to the very confined area of his crotch* How much more frustrating is it when this happens, hmm? *Reaches over, taking up those scissors*

Hope you don't like these clothes too much. Snippy-snip...