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Chapter 7 by tailteller

Any Ideas, James?

Gestures

He pointed to the food littering his house, and then to his own stomach. She stared for a few moments, trying to piece things together before pointing at the open fridge. He repeated the motion, this time making a chomping motion when he pointed at himself. She seemed to start understanding that, her mouth opening slightly. She reached for the dumped container of shrimp, and held it out at him. He shook his head, pointing at the floor and making a sick face.

She looked at the food that had been thrown about, blinking and processing. Then she turned back to him with a sad look on her face. The dots along the top of her head turned a mix of light purple and dull blue, and she scrambled to start adding discarded food to the trash pile. The two of them crawled around the house, adding everything she'd thrown to it. After little more than ten minutes, the stains were all that were left. She'd even helped him shovel it all into a bag.

"Okay. I think that calls for bed time...", he looked at her and mimicked falling asleep. She looked terrified. When she started shaking him, he realized that to her he must look like someone dying. Gently, he took her hand. She pulled away. He sighed and started crawling to his bedroom, locking his front door along the way. It took her some time to follow, but eventually he got her back in the bathtub and mixed some more warm water in. While she lay there enjoying herself, he discarded several towels along the floor to soak up most of the water she'd splashed in her surprise before. Then he reached for the light switch, seeing her eyeing him from the side of her face.

"I guess we find out if you want this on or not...", preparing himself for another tantrum, he flicked the switch down. With the dim light from his own room, he could make out that she hadn't moved. Eventually, he decided to close the door and head to bed. He hesitated to strip, but then realized she was nude. She probably doesn't think anything of it...hell, if I'm lucky she'll just wait for me to come in and wake her in the morning.

What's the first thing you do in the morning?

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