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Bad End

It was... in retrospect... a terrible idea. He should have fled thefirst chance he had, he knew beneath all that bravado and confidence that he had bitten off more than he could chew. He should have never come this close to the Castrum, he should have bolted when he was sighted. So many should haves and could haves and would haves.

All for nothing now. Of course the place would have been well guarded, absolutely brimming with the empire's best soldiers, what with the newly crowned emperor within. He assumed of course that he'd merely be killed. After felling so many a man, fighting until he'd used up every last bit of aether he could spare, until his arm grew too heavy to lift and his footwork clumsy and slow, he only imagined he'd be shot dead right here upon this very field. In all honesty, he'd have preferred it, meeting a death so glorious, to die here and find himself reunited with long lost comrades. Finally absolved of twenty years worth of guilt.

Instead, bruised, exhausted and ragged, he found himself locked away and bound. Arms manacled behind him, unable to rise from his kneeling position on the floor due to the shackles upon his legs, he was left to ponder if perhaps there was a grander end meant for him. Twenty years a thorn in the side of the empire, after all. The last living member of the Crimson Duelists, what else could possibly await him other than death? Public execution seemed likely, one last humiliation before the end.

A... depressing thought, one he didn't consign himself to so quickly in spite of his fatigue. His fingers scraped against the manacles, seeking out any sign of a keyhole to pick as his head cocked towards the door, listening for the sound of approaching footsteps. If he could but have a moment, just a few moments... Perhaps he could still yet turn this all around.

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With a soft pop, the plug was pulled free, leaving him empty and needy. His ass met the table, cock still hard, his expression a mixture of shame, self-disgust and lust. Even without the toy, he still pressed his ass against the surface beneath him for a moment, trying and failing to put any kind of pressure back upon his overstimulated prostate.

At first, Tseng would get no reply from X'rhun. At least, nothing real nor coherent. A breathless, sloppy sob, cum still slicking the inside of his mouth and spit trailing from his chin. He tried to close his legs, tried to find some kind of friction against his hard cock and swollen balls but nothing came of it, leaving him to writhe helplessly against the table for Tseng's dark amusement.

Finally, he would give in, hot and tired and desperate for relief. What could the other man want from him now? Did it matter? What else could he possibly have left to lose? To defend?

"Please, please please please let me cum, please just one more time, anything you want of me, you can have it, anything you want, I'll do anything, anything, please, please please I'm so tired..."

Time to see just how desperate his new pet was.

Unfastening those arms, Tseng bound them behind X'rhun's back by yanking his pet forward to twist his arms behind him. Then he smirked as he unfastened those legs before he stood, hauling X'rhun to his feet.

"If you want to cum, pretty whore, you're going to go over to the bed and get up on it," Tseng instructed, his voice soft but firm. "You will get into a position that you believe I will enjoy fucking you in. If I don't like your position, I will correct it, but it will take you longer to cum."

Tseng wanted to see what X'rhun would do with his directions. Would the miqo'te try to fight back and run? Or was his pleasure and relief more important to him? If he ran, then Tseng would simply ensure he couldn't run for a good long time (shackles were a wonderful thing for that after all). Of course, if X'rhun went to the bed and got into a fuckable position, then Tseng would be quite generous with the pleasure. If that position was face down and ass up, Tseng would even let his pet rest for a bit after he was done fucking him.

Without magic, without his weapons, and now with his arms bound behind his back and his legs weak and shaking from multiple orgasms, running seemed like an impossible dream. The thought came to mind, of course, as Tseng yanked him about. He even looked towards the door as the idea lingered, though with the bindings wrapped around his arms and Tseng's voice low and soft in his ear, the thought flickered and died.

On unsteady legs, he made for the bed, dragging his gaze from the door towards his true destination. It would take a moment to arrange himself, tired as he was, hot and broken as he was, his body slick with sweat. He could hazard a good guess what position the other man would prefer to see, something slutty, something demeaning. His head rested upon the pillow, his legs splayed, propped up upon his knees as he lifted his ass like a cat in heat and raised his tail up and away from his prepped and stretched hole.

Open, waiting, trembling with his face buried in the pillow to hide his burning shame, even as his needy cock dripped precum.

As he watched X'rhun make his decision and even glance at the door, Tseng slicked up his cock with the oil, gritting his teeth at how nice that felt on his slightly sensitive cock. He still stroked himself back to hardness as he watched X'rhun move over to the bed and get up on it. He watched with hot eyes as the miqo'te arranged himself into a delightfully slutty position to be fucked.

"Good pet," Tseng praised, walking over to the bed and stroking a hand down that back and over that upturned ass before he climbed onto the bed behind him. He ran a hand over that ass before he slid a couple of fingers back into that stretched hole to further tease and stretch him. Tseng was much larger than the plug that had been keeping X'rhun aroused.

Once he was sure X'rhun was prepared with slow, teasing stretching, Tseng pressed the head of his cock against that loose hole before starting to gently press in. His hands curled around X'rhun's hips, keeping him in place as he slowly worked his large cock into that smaller body. Not that X'rhun was as small as say a Lalafel, but he was much smaller than Tseng.

He knew how much bigger Tseng was than the toy, just by sight alone. He knew he would still need to adjust to it, only imagining how the other man's thick cock would burn, as it stretched him out. X'rhun's mind recoiled from the idea, but the image in his mind caused his legs to shake and his hips to rock. It'd hurt, leave him sore and aching and full and satisfied-

He tensed only for a moment around the emperor's fingers, though as well prepped as he was, it would hardly slow anything. Teased open, just a little big wider than before, all he could do was spread his legs a little more in anxious anticipation, hoping to ease the passage of Tseng's cock into him.

But oh, even as well prepared as he imagined himself to be, as the plump head pushed past his tight ring, he let loose with a low, nervous groan. Big, it was so big, his body trying to relax as inch by burning inch Tseng's cock pushed inside of him. His hips jerked, the miqo'te whining, gasping, shaking as the other man slowly stretched him wide open, his inner walls slick and tight around Tseng.

"I never knew a hungry whore like you could be so tight, pet," groaned Tseng as he ever so slowly pushed into that tight body. He was doing his best to not just shove his way into X'rhun and possibly hurt him in such a way that would prevent Tseng from enjoying him.

Once he was fully sheathed in X'rhun, Tseng reached down and gripped his upper arms, pulling him upright so Tseng could stare at that flushed face. "Such a delightful body you have, pet, it's going to be wonderful to try to satisfy this greedy hole you have."

He started gently rocking his hips, doing his best to convince those tight muscles to relax, and he grinned in delight as he actually managed to start slowly fucking X'rhun. He loved how the miqo'te's body tried to grip him as if he could stop Tseng from leaving his body, leaving him empty and open.

"Beg me!" growled Tseng, pulling X'rhun back against his chest and leaving sharp nips along his shoulder. "Beg me for your pleasure!"

As big as Tseng was, as far as he stretched him, the other man had done his work well. The mage's tight, fit little body didn't tear around him. Instead he was filled to his absolute limit, as every inch of Tseng's cock was slowly, surely stuffed inside of him. His hips met the other man's pelvis, his ass flush against him, and he tried to catch his breath, realizing that he'd been holding it.

X'rhun would not be given long to try and collect himself, as the other man hauled him upright into his lap. His captor's member moved in him with that rough pull, and what started as another exhausted groan grew into a heated and keeping cry. Tseng would feel that tight, athletic body clench around him, writhing in his grasp, squirming against him and into him. The gaze that met Tseng's was unfocused, the miqo'te's face stained with sweat, tears and cum.

Beg me, was the command, and with the other man's teeth upon his shoulder, he obliged him, sobbing as he tried to fuck himself on Tseng's cock.

"Please fuck me, please fuck me please please, I need it I need it, gods please!" Wanton, loud, needy and desperate, pleading like a whore should as his head rolled back to rest on Tseng. It didn't matter anymore, nothing did. No one would be coming for him, all would assume him dead, if any even were aware of where he had gone.

A life now to be spent as a pleasure pet to what was once his greatest enemy, an inescapable fact.

"Good whore," Tseng growled, delight and victory in his tone. Oh, he didn't believe that X'rhun would stay broken like this, but eventually, he would be broken and remain the hungry whore of a pet that Tseng had decided he would be.

Tseng shoved X'rhun's face to the bed before starting to fuck him hard and fast, determined to get the miqo'te to cum entirely from being fucked like a bitch in heat. His hips slapped against that upturned ass, the sound loud in the room, and his fingers dug into those slender hips, pulling X'rhun back as he thrust forward.

There was something so very satisfying at having this once powerful warrior reduced to nothing more than a begging pet, pleading with his enemy for pleasure and release. It was going to be wonderful to fuck him in the middle of Court where everyone could see him, and he was going to enjoy his new pet as often as possible wherever he wanted. There might be some objections, but honestly, better an emperor that fucked whenever he wanted while still progressing the Empire than one who was determined to ruin the Empire due to his ego and that of his psychopathic son.

"Who am I to you, pet?" asked Tseng, pulling X'rhun's head back by a firm grin on his hair. "Who will you scream for when you finally cum on my cock?"

Oh surely, there would still be a fight to be had later, when he had time to collect himself again. It wouldn't be as spirited, and every subsequent battle after would surely be shorter, more token, until the mage had been truly shattered and rebuilt.

For now though, Tseng had his hungry little whore. He hit the bed with a grunt, only to let out a wail as the bigger man began to fuck him in earnest. The slap of his hips against his ass was as loud as thunder to him, and with mindless abandon he rolled his ass back to meet them, driving Tseng's cock deep into his hot, needy hole with every thrust. He could only dimly hear his own voice through the din of his heartbeat in his ears and the sound of flesh on flesh, sobbing broken words of gratitude like a man possessed, "Thank you, thank you..."

His head was jerked back, and he gasped for air, sputtering and moaning and squirming. The question got a delayed response, if only due to the fact that it took a moment to penetrate his muddled senses. Slurring and stumbling over his words like a drunk, he answered him, his voice cracked and hoarse: "Master, master, my master, please please please, cum inside me, let me cum, please..."

The broken thanks were unexpected but very nice, especially as they came about without any prompting. The fact that they were coupled with those slender hips rolling back onto his cock was wonderful.

"Good pet," Tseng praised, his voice thick with lust. "You are allowed to come, but only from my cock fucking your ass. A whore like you should be able to easily manage that, to come as you're being bred like a bitch in heat."

He shoved X'rhun's head back into the mattress before leaning over his back to hiss in his ear. "That's what you are, aren't you? A hungry whore and a bitch begging to be bred. Only happy when you have a thick cock in your greed ass, fucking you until you can't walk, or a nice cock in your mouth for you to suck until you get a bellyful of hot cum."

This was such an ego boost to reduce someone to this sort of state, especially when they were such a powerful and cunning warrior to begin with. Oh, he could partially see Zenos's obsession with a powerful opponent, but Tseng was never going to have that level of obsession. He was perfectly content with his new pet whore.

His mind a clouded haze, he chased his climax, his nails biting into his palms as he gasped for air. Nothing else to break the laser focus on each thrust into him, no trace of pain as he was fucked wide open. Every second felt endless, molten, white hot pleasure crackling through every nerve. He could most certainly cum from this alone, he most certainly would, and at this rate it would be practically effortless to do so.

Even Tseng's words, vile as they were, stoked the fire of arousal, and almost robotically he nodded, sloppy and fucked senseless. A hungry whore, a bitch made to be fucked and bred, his holes only for the enjoyment of others. A fat cock in his mouth and another in his ass, filled to the brim and begging for more- Any words he might have now were gone, replaced by breathless sobs as he ground back against Tseng, squeezing his cock with every thrust, trying as hard as he could to bring himself to climax upon the other man's shaft. He rutted into nothing, precum dripping messily from his cock, desperate for any kind of friction. The brief moments where his full and swollen balls met with Tseng's body were bliss, and eventually, he couldn't stop the pleading that came forth: "Please let-let me touch- touch myself... touch me, I'm so close, so close so close please..."

Tseng's command had been clear, of course, he had heard it even in his debauched state, but gods above it hurt to be this close!

"Oh no, my pet whore, you're going to come from my cock or not at all," tisked Tseng, but he was nice enough to shift his hips, angling for that lovely cluster of nerves that had brought X'rhun so much pleasure again. X'rhun was going to have to learn how to cum from only Tseng's cock when he fucked his pet, and Tseng wasn't above letting him suffer until it happened.

He had to admit to himself that this was more arousing than he ever suspected, and despite his climax a bit ago, he was starting to draw close to that edge again. Well, after this time, he'd let X'rhun sleep while Tseng worked on his new clothes for the trip back to the Empire. Which would include a medicus to come in and ensure that nothing was strained in a bad way. He wondered how his pet would react to having a medicus putting his hands all over him while he was naked to ensure that X'rhun was fully healed from his experience.

Tseng glanced around the room they were in, an interrogation room turned sex dungeon, and he decided that he needed one of these set up in the palace to show his pet off. Not that he would tell his pet what he was doing. Perhaps even replace the glass windows with one-way mirrors that could be turned transparent at the flick of a switch. Wouldn't that be a lovely surprise for his pet?

He'd surely cum, it was a foregone conclusion, but his exhaustion had made him so impatient. Tseng's cruel refusal spurred a sobbing moan from him, clawing at the air as his toes curled and his back arched.

So close, he was so, so, so close- Finally, his vision went white, and a third, powerful orgasm rocked him down to his very core. His body squeezed around Tseng, the broken mage crying out in delirious, miserable pleasure as he came, riding out the aftershocks of his climax upon Tseng's cock. Again and again, he rolled back, trying to milk every last drop out of himself, every last ounce of pleasure, until the overstimulation left him breathless and numb.

Unknowing, uncomprehending of the humiliations in store for him in his near future, his eyes rolled back in his head, his body going slack. Whatever Tseng might choose to do would be allowed, what other choice did he have after all? He'd let the other man fuck him to his own completion without comment, even if it might be almost too much for his now overused hole to handle. Nothing but moans and incomprehensible noises of pain and pleasure, he was rendered half conscious and dripping.

The tight clench of that slender body around his cock drew a cut-off curse from Tseng before he buried his cock fully into that twitching, rolling body as he followed X'rhun over the edge of pleasure. He shuddered as he emptied his balls into his pet before he collapsed against his back, breathing hard.

It took him a couple of minutes to catch his breath, but when he did, Tseng simply pulled out of X'rhun and smirked at that red hole that was dripping with his seed. "Such a delightful look for you, pet. All open and dripping with my seed."

He wondered how X'rhun was going to enjoy being that open and empty for now. It was going to be nice to hear X'rhun beg to be filled again. He ran his hands over that ass, occasionally running a light finger over that red rim in a tease, wanting to hear a bit more begging from X'rhun. He had such a beautifully broken voice.

X'rhun drifted for a moment in a haze, his breath ragged and labored as tremors ran through his body in waves. He could feel the other man's cum trailing down his inner thighs, that gentle sensation alone almost too much for him to bear on his overheated, oversensitive skin. Being left cold, open and empty, however, was slowly becoming uncomfortable. Shameful, filthy, how quickly he'd adjusted to Tseng's cock stretching him out, and even though the hand upon his ass and the finger teasing his hole was overstimulating to the point of madness, he still could not bring himself to pull away with whatever little strength he still had left.

X'rhun's ass would ever be a fine thing to touch, years of travel and exercise so very visible in it's shape and feel. Firm, pert and rounded, the skin supple, smooth and soft. He jerked slightly to feel those fingers against his swollen hole, letting out a few soft, pathetic whimpers.

"Please... please... I'm so tired..." Even as he shifted his legs, the motion distinctly welcoming of whatever Tseng might see fit to press inside of him.

"Are you empty, pet? Is your greedy ass still hungry for more?" Tseng asked in a soft, soothing tone as if he was trying to comfort X'rhun instead of taunting him into further begging, more confessions of debauchery and lust. "Three climaxes in an hour and you're still hungry for more pleasure?"

Tseng could see that he was going to have to build up X'rhun's stamina to keep up with him in the bedroom, but that was fine. He was willing to let his pet rest for now while Tseng finalized their plans to return to Garlemald. He would even be nice enough to clean his pet up before letting him sleep.

He smirked as those legs shifted further open, the miqo'te's body being much more honest at the moment. While X'rhun might be tired and want only to rest, his body was eager and hungry for more. Soon, Tseng would have him trained so that his body's desires were all that mattered.

"No... No, no, no...." His thighs shook, and still splayed, he slowly tried to lower his ass to the bed. It didn't matter if Tseng's lap was in the way, at this point he would rest upon anything at all, his tail limply hanging to the side. Tired, he was so, so tired, all he wanted to do was to slip into oblivion and sweet, black unconsciousness.

"Puh... Pleeeease.... Tired..." His words slurred, and if he could, he'd bring his aching ass to rest either against the bed or upon Tseng's lap, shaking gently, his breath hitching. "No... no more... no more, no more..." It didn't matter in this moment how empty he was, how stretched open and cold he was left without something stuffed inside him. Even acknowledging that thought hurt, that on any level, he could long to feel something filling him up again, as dim and as buried a desire as it was.

"Just tell me, pretty pet," coaxed Tseng, keeping up that soft touch even as X'rhun's ass settled in his lap. "Tell me how empty you are, how you crave more pleasure, and I'll let you sleep."

Perhaps he was being a bit cruel, but he wouldn't get his pet trained any other way. Especially as he would quickly learn that obeying would get rewards, such as sleep. It would be quite easy to dangle treats in front of X'rhun for what Tseng considered good behavior, and soon, those treats wouldn't be needed as the miqo'te would simply accept the new behaviors as normal. Then Tseng would give him new things to earn treats.

A slow way, but it would be so very satisfactory once X'rhun was fully trained to be the Garlean Emperor's sex slave.

The reply at first was only a sob, each gentle little touch causing him to twitch and jerk under his hand. It was all too painfully clear that he'd not be left in peace if he didn't give Tseng precisely what he asked for, and he was so desperately, deliriously tired. He tried to pull away, the movement inelegant and feeble, unable to even clear Tseng's lap before he could only still his motions again with a breathless moan.

"I'm... I... Please fill... fill me up, please, I'm... so empty, I need m... m-more please... Fill me back u-up... up again, I need... Please I need more..." Anything, anything to get a reprieve, it didn't matter now. He couldn't think, he couldn't move, he could barely summon the energy to speak. Whatever would be asked of him in exchange for rest, he'd give it.

"Good pet," Tseng praised, pulling his hand away from that poor abused hole to gently shift X'rhun onto the bed on his side. He went to the cart and retrieved that slender plug from before along with a harness before he returned to the bed.

Settling behind X'rhun, Tseng gently lifted his tail and slipped the plug into that hole, and he grinned before wrapping the harness around those slender hips, deliberately locking the plug in place until X'rhun tightened back around it. "There you go, pet. Just rest."

The arms would be unfastened from behind X'rhun's back as it was quite obvious that the miqo'te was exhausted and not going anywhere. At least for now. Plus Tseng wanted to get his pet looked over by a medicus which would happen as soon as he was asleep. it would be a simple thing to have a guard summon one before he sent one of his servants to bring "appropriate" clothing for his new pet while he worked with his people to finalize their return to Garlemald. It was truly a fortuitous timing that had brought X'rhun to the castrum as Tseng had been on his way out, having salvaged everything he could before ensuring the charges were correctly laid to destroy the place. While the Eorzean Free Nations wouldn't be able to get anything of value from the place, it would make them curious about what he wanted to hide that they would waste precious time looking here and giving him the chance to secure the Empire against them.

He'd be boneless, easy to lift and shift about. In the time it took for Tseng to head to the cart and return, he didn't budge a single inch, his eyes already shut just within that short span.

Not asleep though, as dearly as he wanted to be. The plug was slipped back into place, garnering a pitiful whine from the broken mage, the harness ensuring that he'd not be removing the toy that was pressed inside of him any time soon. No, he'd not be running, not right now, at least. That much was abundantly clear. He couldn't even rally the strength to curl into a ball, his arms just tugged up to his chest as sleep began to claim him.

Perhaps he'd wake up to find it all a horrific nightmare, borne of nothing more than bad ale and some half formed ideation. He'd wake up drenched in cold sweat and shaken, but it'd be a dream... It'd be just a dream...

It was the only thought that soothed him now, a comfortable lie as his eyes shut again, leaving Tseng to do whatever he pleased as the miqo'te fell into a deep sleep.

The medicus was quick to arrive and easily took care of the strained shoulder as well as soothe the aches of any other activity, such as when X'rhun snuck into the castrum, and just as the medicus was leaving, the new clothes were brought in.

It took a bit of wriggling, but soon X'rhun was clad in an outfit that was from the latest Ishgardian fashions, if those repressed nobles preferred outfits made of sheer chiffon and satin brocade with the front barely brushing toe top of X'rhun's thighs. Sheer stockings were slid onto those powerful legs followed by boots that ended just below the tops of those stockings. The pointed heels might be a bit difficult for him to walk in, but Tseng knew they would cross that bridge when they came to it. The wrists, of course, were fastened behind X'rhun's back again before Tseng allowed him to truly sleep and rest.

By the time, X'rhun woke up, Tseng was fully dressed again and appeared as if he had been sitting behind a desk all day instead of tending to his pet.

He'd be woken up twice within that span of time. Once when the medicus attended to him, though the practitioner would get barely any acknowledgement from him. Whatever minor tearing had happened in his shoulder was easily dealt with, as well as the fully body ache, from Tseng's enthusiastic first session with him. There was no reason to intervene with the healing, though the medicus attending to him would receive nothing from X'rhun, save for an exhausted side eye.

It was the clothing that caused more of a stir. A bit of wriggling would be right: he'd be woken up again in the process, and the task of dressing him would be complicated somewhat as he tried to put his barely restored strength to use. No luck, of course, he'd not rested nearly long enough, and the medicus wasn't a miracle worker. He knew well the limits of white magic, and there was absolutely no way he'd be restored to fighting fit with the attention he'd gotten. Not consider the exertion he'd been put through. Each and every motion would again cause the plug to shift in him, nullifying that fight even further, until at last his arms were clasped behind him, and he'd be left to a fitful, miserable slumber.

The first thing he'd do upon waking again, of course, was to quietly try and test the bonds that held him, pointedly refusing to look at the risque, scanty little outfit he'd been forced into. Every little twist and tug would be almost highlighted by the material itself, the sheen of fine satin and stockings gleaming atop lean muscle. Never mind how the close fitting top lightly tugged and rubbed against the piercings on his nipples, his thighs shifting to try and protect the rings along his cock from the same.

Utterly degrading, even pulling at his bonds would be a shameful display, causing a warm blush to creep across his face until he was forced to cease all movement. Tseng's presence had been noted, of course, the bound mage casting him a look fraught with dread, coupled with humiliation from the very clear memory of what had just happened not long before. The recollection of his own wild pleading and how quickly he'd fallen to pieces in the other man's hands wouldn't soon be lost to him, the sound of his cracked and broken voice begging to be fucked still ringing in his ears.

Perhaps that was what kept him silent for the moment, waiting instead for Tseng to break the quiet.

The weak fight to dress X'rhun was noticed, and Tseng took pleasure in the tiny noises that came from his pet as he wrapped sheer and decadent cloth around him. Then there was how he woke up, shifting and curling up to protect himself, or maybe his new piercings, from whatever he was expecting. Tseng would have to change the plug out for something a bit larger today. Feed that hunger to be always filled and encourage the ache when he wasn't.

"Good morning, pretty pet," Tseng greeted, not moving from the chair he was sitting in. He had noticed the movement of the other, indicating a return to consciousness. He smirked at X'rhun, a dark cruelty to his lips. "You look lovely this morning. Why don't you stand up and turn around? Let me see you in your pretty clothes."

It was less a suggestion and more a polite order. Tseng wanted to watch X'rhun move in those almost there clothing and wobble on those heels. Once X'rhun was on his feet, Tseng would take him out of the room to oversee the finalized abandonment of the castrum before they left on the airship. Everyone was going to be able to see X'rhun, and Tseng hoped that the heels would keep X'rhun from running or trying to fight back, but if necessary, Tseng had a hobble that would be quite effective in keeping X'rhun from acting up.

The bindings wouldn't be loosening, and Tseng's 'suggestion' was heard loud and clear. Sleep and healing had restored at least some of the fight that had been in him before, tempered though it was now by the earlier lesson, so to speak. He'd be choosing his method of battle a little more carefully now, his ears flat against his head and his tail curled between his legs. Better to hide the gleam of the rings and the plug from sight, clinging to whatever scraps of dignity he had left.

"... I cannot get of the bed properly, with my arms bound." X'rhun's voice was hoarse and soft, broken from his previous cries and pleas. His gaze never left the other man, watchful and anxious, his tone forcibly even in an effort to iron out every last hint of a tremor from his voice.

"I won't be able to balance if I can't move my arms." He didn't need to try to be able to tell that much, he saw the heels of the boots that had been forcibly put on him. It was a test, really. An effort to see what his boundaries were, and how far he might be able to push them. The fact that it was the truth that he wouldn't be able to successfully push himself out of the bed and stand without the use of his arms was just an extra boost to his claim.

Lmfao its a bit sparse in there but its got most of my faves

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Last post for tonight

Sleep well!

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Sorry in the delay replying. Been an exhausting several days.

That's okay, IRL always comes first. I hope you're feeling okay!

Yeah just adulting *sighs*

Always the worst, adulting is no fun

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Yeah just adulting sighs