Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5320677-20140714235527/@comment-5583506-20140718192819

Si'Tarri tended to Gatz's empty socket, wiping of the pus from the infected edges.

He groaned in pain. "Careful!"

"T-this one is sorry! Poor Si'Tarry didn't mean to cause you any pain."

He would have cried from the left eye if he had it left. ''Maybe this was meant to be. This is my last assignment after all. Maybe this is some sort of punishment, halving my chances of survival?''

"Si'Tarri was it?" he said calmly.

"Y-yes?"

"Si'Tarri, be so kind and watch over Gatz while this one rests, if Gatz looks like he is talking in his sleep or maybe moving around alot, please wake him up."

She nodded. "She will."

He gave her a dazed smile with his head still in turmoil. "There's a good girl. Gatz is a goner now... Wake him up if he... if he..." He didn't have time to finish the sentence before he fell asleep.

But Si'Tarri was tired as well. After serving drinks all day and putting up with some of the more "intimate" encounters with some of her customers she found it hard to keep her eyelids open and her head up high. She collapsed on top of him, using his furry chest as a pillow.

That night, Gatz slept inexplicably welll...

(Daaaaawwww... I love to write sappy, sugarsweet moments...)