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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Feb 17, 2011 17:02:43 GMT -5
At about ten PM that night, Herbert managed to stumble in with a skinny, dark-eyed brunette in a filmy dress that he was rapidly pushing off of her shoulders apparently glued to his mouth, and together they were both virtually unable to walk more than a few feet before one or the other pushed their partner against the wall and began a fresh chorus of MMMF sounds.
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Post by Tybalt on Feb 17, 2011 17:13:18 GMT -5
Tybalt, who was already preparing to hide his head under a pillow, caught the sound of this and was momentarily frozen in place. For a moment he didn't even know how to react. A woman? This made Herbert honest... and less of a sodomite than Tybalt had supposed. And.... better than Tybalt was at seeming halfway normal. Tybalt buried himself under his sheets and proceeded to feel completely and utterly miserable.
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Feb 17, 2011 17:17:53 GMT -5
"Oh- oh darling-" "Careful, you're likely to trip-"
But when she did, Herbert caught her, and this made them both start laughing.
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Post by Tybalt on Feb 17, 2011 17:19:26 GMT -5
He had to bite his tongue on the inclination to scream at them to be quiet.
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Feb 17, 2011 17:22:37 GMT -5
The door to Tybalt's room flew open and Herbert leaned inside with a very beautiful dark-haired girl clinging to his front.
"Tybalt? Are you awake?"
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Post by Tybalt on Feb 17, 2011 17:23:12 GMT -5
"...nng. Yes."
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Feb 17, 2011 17:25:33 GMT -5
"I'm going to be busy for a little bit- if you need me it'll have to wait-" "I need you more," the girl interrupted. "-yes, Cynthia gets first claim-"
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Post by Tybalt on Feb 17, 2011 17:26:33 GMT -5
"I have no intention of following her!" Tybalt barked, rolling over and burying his head again.
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Feb 17, 2011 17:28:11 GMT -5
"Well, I didn't mean that-"
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Post by Tybalt on Feb 17, 2011 17:30:07 GMT -5
"Get out of my room -"
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Feb 17, 2011 17:30:33 GMT -5
"Fine-"
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Post by Tybalt on Feb 17, 2011 17:31:15 GMT -5
He was a prisoner in his own room. Goddammit.
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Feb 17, 2011 17:34:55 GMT -5
More muffled laughter and intimacy could be heard coming from the next room. It began innocuously enough, and for a moment or two it sounded as though Tybalt wouldn't be burdened by too much beyond the knowledge that they were there.
Then came the sound of Cynthia moaning, and then that of some part of one or the other of them repeatedly striking the keys of Herbert's piano in dissonant rhythm.
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Post by Tybalt on Feb 17, 2011 17:36:10 GMT -5
Oh. My. God.
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Feb 17, 2011 17:41:29 GMT -5
The whole matter came to a head with a long moan from Cynthia and the sound of the pair of them actually moving toward the bed.
"Would you mind if I-" "No, no, take what you want from me-" "Good- good, thank you-"
There was a little sharp gasp from Cynthia, and more sounds like a very wet kiss, and then, finally, silence.
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