[Okay, fine, he'll... risk it. Opting to just lean his head on her shoulder, careful of the sharp horns he once tried to impale her with.]
I do want to believe you could. But do you have anything that could restrain the strength of a Grim Reaper? Mere ropes or chains wouldn't nearly hold strong enough.
You'd need some sort of industrial-sized glue trap for giant rats like myself.
[She reaches over with one hand, making sure not to let go of his with the other, and gently plays with his hair.]
I was thinking I would break your legs and made sure they healed funny? ...Which is kind of a brutish way of going about it, but you're right in that I don't have any chains that could keep you. And I would get you a healer as soon as you had calmed down?
An author crashes his car in a snowstorm, and awakens to find he's not just heavily injured, but taken in by a nurse who claims to be the number one fan of his books. During his stay with her, she gets the man addicted to painkillers, and lordes them over his head so that he'll share the manuscript with the next book in his series... and she disapproves, forcing him to rewrite it.
But the important thing is - at some point he manages to escape, but is caught once more. To keep him from being able to escape again, she destroys his legs with mallets so that he'd be unable to walk and be forced rely on her forever.
Though, if I recall correctly, she used an axe on them in the book proper... but as this was a film adaption, there was little they could do about their main actor needing to keep his foot.
[if she doesn't regret asking then she may want to look into herself a little bit and figure out why that is]
I'd be happy to watch anything with you, Evangeline - monsters or... otherwise. It's, ah... Mmm.
[Hang on, please hold - he's never had anyone do that for his horns before?? Thoughts are on pause, considering this is basically an itch he did not realize he had.
If he had a tail, it'd be wagging. Hell, if he was a dog, he'd be slowly lifting his foot like he intends to kick it - Instead, he's bringing his hand up completely unconsciously like he intends to scratch it, himself.
[Like he's enjoying this scritches, in fact. He's starting to lean on her further... if they're not careful, he honestly might just topple into her lap -]
... You are miraculous, Evangeline. Have I told you that? I ought to, if I haven't.
That I could treat you so horribly, yet you deign to keep me around... my actions have been disgusting, yet you insist on trying to see through them... and -
[Oh, don't mind him, then - he's gonna turn a little so he's on his side, facing her stomach. Just enjoying those scritches even more.]
Either/or. Regardless, your patience and willingness to martyr yourself by befriending me is indicative of a saint - so my use of "miraculous" still stands. At least by Catholic standards.
I have no idea what you're talking about. I'm the furthest thing from cute. This would be like telling the lion that gut you last friday that it was cute and you like how cute it is.
[Leaning RIGHT into those scritches. Maybe even cuddling up to her stomach more. It's like he's a little dog that just realized it likes having its tummy rubbed or something.]
He's gonna reach out and wrap an arm around her middle so he can cuddle up in her hold. Take that.]
You are either foolhardy or braver than anyone else in Ellipsa, Evangeline. And I am starting to think I ought not take this for granted. Where else will I get such care and touches, otherwise?
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