Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-34163681-20180111033108/@comment-30014014-20180113214545

"HAHAHAHA, HAHAHAHA!"

The window shatters under her impressive weight. Or rather, the moster strength that lies behind his slander woman. Thomas, taken short, clacks his teeth in an instinctual answer to fear, kicking himself awayto the edge of the bed. Perhaps over the edge, a solid mass of wood colliding with the poor man's head as he stumbles out of the bed. The sheets follow suit, entangling his feet along.

Her slender feet crush the remains of his window under them, a set of steps leaping over the frame, accompanied with a chilling voice "DID YOU KNOW HOW LONG i'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS?!!" The eye unhidden by the ridiculous amount of hair that slides off the windowless frame twitch in a eerie fashion, feeding more fear into the young man, who at this point, crawle away to the wall of his room.

Of course, she compensates each handprint with a footstep, creeping closer "DO YOU? HOW LONG I HAVE BEEN ANTICIPATING THIS DAY! THIS ONE DAY?!"

Thomas is riddled with terror, crawling further back, only to feel the bump of the wall behind him. He is stuck. With her. In the same room.

A pair of hands clamp down on his shoulders, firmly clinging to him. Her face so close to his. A beastial rage souring her crimson eyes "Now...NOW THAT I HAVE YOU WHERE I WANT..."

Her moon-induced trance suddenly ceases. Like pulling blinds over a window, this invasive manner is ended abruptly. Her face turns to one of a maiden, the sour lines on her face all but gone. Her eyes rids itself of the anger, impatience, everything it held on for the night, replaced by a gentle gaze. Even the robe she stepped in with seems less revealing than a minute ago. Her lips, returned with a luschious red, move again "...I would like to live alongside you".

Thomas' reaction at a such sudden change...coma. HIs eyes revulse at the back of his head, all of his fear overloading his cognatives abilities. He faints, at the dismay of the woman, who starts shaking the man "Sir? Sir?! Sir! Are you alright?! Sir?" Her voice, unfortunately falls to the void, silenced by the man's complete shut down...

...

Thomas gasps for immediate air, just now regaining consciousness. His eyes spring open as an added response. He pants, noticing he was still on his bed, his head, nursed on the generous chest of the woman who hugged him closer upon seeing him wake up "You're up! You're finally up! I'm so glad!"

Seeing where his head was nested caused an immediate and quick rush of blood into his cheeks "Huh? Wha...?" The woman giggles, very well aware of his flustering "It's alright, don't worry about it".

"W-who are you? Why are you here?" he asks, the sensation of her warm chest peeling away the fright he was subjected to minutes ago.

"Ohh? I'm offended that you'd forget..." she giggles some more, a strand of her hair reaching under the bed. It comes back with a magazine and sets it besides her. The kimono, the color, the face, the hair. Both of them match up. He quivers a bit "W-wait! You're--

"Yep, you figured it out. I'm that esteemed Kisana you've apparently been admirating. I'm honestly surprised you haven't been trying to reach out or anything" she speaks, an understanding tone to her voice.

"Well..." noting again the fact that the side of his face was still on her generous chest, Thomas makes a subtle attempt to remove himself, out of respect, only to feel the slight but strong cling to him "...with so many people admiring you, I didn't think I'd have a chance or anything".

"What a shame, really" Kisana retorts, her slightly pink hair brushing "I really love the letters you sent to me. I couldn't help but be warmed by your words".

"Wait! You read them? I thought you just took them and---

"And what?" she cuts out, her eye falling over to a dere stare "Shred them? No! I read them. Well, yours, at least. It's not everyday I see an admirer speaking about my spiky hair, or how my eyepatch compliments my face. Most I've got were about this area". she pushes his head just a bit to give him the idea "Not that it's nothing..."

"Is that why you broke through my window?" he asks submissively, trying to make it known that it didn't mind him a bit. She turns to the frame, seeing naught but tiny shards etched on the edge "Oh...that. Well, this red moon might have impaired my judgement a bit, though it could have been avoided if you had only taken my hair, you know".

Despite her rather casual manner, a very feminine pout is seeded on her face, causing an array of fluster into Thomas "I didn't know what these were for and--

"Ohh, you don't know" she says, her casual tone returned witht the eye turned away in embarrassement "When someone like me send a bit of our hair to someone, it's a subtle way to telling them we really like them".

"Really?" he stammers, unable to believe what he's hearing.

"Yep, it's basically akin to giving a bit or ourselves to those we want to share a life with. And as I've said before, it's not everyday a convoited someone like me gets one of the more devoted fan branching off the obvious chest or even speaks of attribute other might have seen as less-than-desirable. So..."

With a quick gesture, most of her hair recede from the window back to her, long enough however to reach her waist. With no time to react, Thomas is suddenly back to the bed, Kisana directly sitting on his hips with branches of her pink hair reaching under his bed and pulling out magazines. He's frozen in uncertitude, his mix of confusion and bewilederedement preventing any movement.

His face, stuck in embarrassement as the idol he always admired is filtering through every single magazine of her, giggles and chuckles escaping her red soaked lips ~My, my, that is quite the collection you have here~.

"I-I'm just a fan" he tries to explain, even as she continues, an obvious blush steaming from her cheeks.

~I see. Tell me, what is your name?~

"Thomas" he says immediately.

~Thomas...that is a good vibe. Well, Thomas. I see those magazines are in mint condition. but I think you won't need them anymore~.

"B-but why? I love reading about you--

His motion is stopped as Kisana's kimono once again was pulled down, this time just over the edge of exposing her generous size, She leans over to him, making sure that he feels her smooth skin. Her lips approach his ear while she holds on to his shoulders.

Heat rushes to his face as she speaks the next words ~One needs not a magazine of someone they'll be able to feel every night from now on...~