Just Chilling

Wednesday, 5:24 am

It has been three days since the Professor has told Nick that he was about to get a Deviant as a companion and damn did he wait all day long for it to come, Nick doesn't know what type of Deviant it was nor did he really care, a friend is a friend if made into friends.

It would seem to be better to actually have that than having some 'friends' at college who in turn just actually wants your help and help alone with any vice versas'. Well Nick had enough and this is his reclamation into the world.

Currently laying in his twin size bed and looking back at his reflective mirror that hangs right into the wall, it was quite lenghty actually. Nick tried to flex his arms to show small biceps that constrict to show a small bulge in his shirt, sighing he laid back down and imagined the words his actual friends said.

‹So why are you actually getting a Deviant? Don't tell me, you wanna get into that Partner Play Foreplay?! You beast! I didn't know that you had it in you!! Well, just don't forget about me when you tap that bottle open! Well gotta go, have practice! Bye!›

Nick thought it was a joke, but that only happened yesterday since he skipped most of his application at Monday actually waiting. Then by Tuesday people started texting him and flaring up his phone!

Why? Because there's a lot of things that are revolving around Deviants and are postponed to be shared out with the others, Nick blame the society's small minded apparition about this topic, that and because there's that rumors, well tell-tale talks of using Deviants as Sex Partners.

Thinking back to what he just thought up to, Nick suddenly felt hot and bothered. Hot in the sense that his studio is actually crammed inside a 400 square feet room, where everything else fits. Feeling something rising up inside him, it was two things and he contemplates about his now genuine options.