Here's a little something for my mutual @lost-in-the-forest-again. She was sick recently, so I wrote this fluffy little sick fic for her...
Scientifically Accurate Angel
Plot: During a walk around Manhattan to clear his head, Otto stumbles across a sick woman that's passed out on the sidewalk. Moved with compassion, he and the actuators gather her and her belongings and bring her to their new hideout. But Otto soon realizes that he's beginning to develop feelings for this strange woman, due to how much she reminds him of Rosie.
SFW, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Cuddling, Budding Love, Awkward Flirting, Nursing Back to Health
Taglist: @goodoldcharley, @imwithyoutiltheendofthelinebucky, @braindead94, @curbitkirby, @freddiefredfive, @writingkitten, @iobsessoverfictionalmen
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The blistering pain of your sudden headache rang through your skull and cranium, suddenly waking you up in an unknown location.
You gently blink, trying not to irritate your headache more. But as you do, you get better sight of the room you're in.
It was a quaint little space, but staged like a cozy hotel room in the middle of the city.
The walls were a warm chestnut and the bed you found yourself in was plush and wide, decorated with earthy bedding.
Ahead of you was a small desk and whiteboard covered with equations. And next to that was a dresser and a TV atop of it. But your eyes squinted when you noticed a light blinking as loud footsteps cratered the floor below you.
Eyes still squinted, you jolted a bit when you noticed a curious actuator bulging out at you.
Were you in Doc Ock's hideout?
You didn't really have time to really think about it before the actuator gently pushed you down on the bed and pulled the covers over you again. It gently patted your shoulder after, before disappearing in the corner where the light flashed again.
"She's awake?" you heard a gruff voice ask. "Does she seem stable?"
But there was no answer.
"Oh, good. I was worried," he answered back to silence.
You were more than puzzled, but pretended to be asleep when he finally revealed himself from the lit-up corner.
He was just as big and tall as you figured, but almost teddy bear like. His dark brunette hair was all over his head, his cheeks were red flushed from the cold, and in his hand was a bag of medicine and other remedies for you.
Although you didn't know that yet.
"Looks like she fell back to sleep, Flo," he said with a little giggle. "She's quite beautiful. Reminds me of my Rosie."
Flo rubbed his cheek after he said that, knowing he would cry if she didn't.
"Thanks, Flo," he said, making the actuator buzz happily. "We should let her rest some more. I'll tend to her once she's up again."
The actuator nodded.
"Glad we're on the same page. Now back to my work."
Five minutes later, you finally woke fully up again. You blinked and saw he was focused on his whiteboard, writing more equations down.
He looked so cute focused, you almost didn't want to bother him. However, Flo beat you to it.
She immediately noticed you were awake again and notified Otto. Swiftly, he turned around and just smiled at you before making his way over to the bed.
"I'm glad you're awake," he said, softly caressing your face. "I was so worried."
"How did I end up here?" you asked, holding your throbbing head.
"We found you laying in the street," he answered. "We thought you were dead at first until Moe felt a pulse. So we gathered you and your belongings and brought you here."
"Oh, I didn't realize I passed out. I had to leave work early because of my throbbing headache and body aches."
"You might have the flu," Otto suggested. "But that's okay. I got a couple of different medicines from Duane Reade to take care of you."
"Oh, thank you. But I don't want to burden you. Seems like you're busy."
"Nonsense," he assured. "I don't mind. Unless you have someone at home that can take care of you."
"No," you solemnly answered. "It's only me and a sad studio apartment."
"Then it's settled. You can stay here until you get well," he happily said. "I also bought some soup if you would like some. Maybe it will help you gain some energy back."
"Soup does sound good. But why are you being so kind to me?" you asked, acting ignorant to his comment earlier.
"I feel it's a way for me to make up for my wrongdoings. I want to help mankind again, even if that means starting with helping you get better."
You blushed.
"Thanks."
"No problem," he said as he squeezed your hand and kissed it. "Now lie back down. I'm gonna go make that soup for you and get that medicine together."
"Okay," you said, obeying his command.
"Flo, keep her company," he said as she remained while he turned the corner.
"Hi again, Flo," you greeted, before she buzzed and flashed yellow. You were confused, until she laid against your stomach.
You giggled, but pet her. However, you didn't realize that Otto felt that too.
"Ooh, that tickles," he exclaimed.
"Wait, you felt that?"
"I feel whatever they feel. They're attached to my spine," he explained as he began to cook the soup.
"Oh, right. I'll stop then," you said, before Flo started whining.
"Flo likes your touch. It's fine. You can keep petting her. I'll live."
"Umm, okay," you moaned as you kept petting the actuator. She joyfully purred, cuddling even closer to you.
"She's cute," you said.
"Thank you. They're basically curious puppies now since I have a new inhibitor chip. They love interacting with new humans. I'm glad she likes you already, but Flo is the kindest one after all."
"I can tell."
"Your soup is almost done," he announced. "What medicine would you like to take? I got Motrin, Tylenol, Sudafed, or Benedryl."
"Give me a Tylenol," you replied. "Is it cold and flu?"
"And fast acting."
"Perfect," you say before the pot starts to sizzle on the stove.
"Soup's done," he announced. "Small bowl?"
"Yes, please," you answered back.
"Alright," he replied. "And I need two Tylenols...thank you, Moe. Okay, I'm coming back in."
You giggled, trying not to blush again when you saw him walking in with a tray, his chest now covered over with an apron.
Gently, he placed the tray over your lap after Flo moved and sat down by your side.
"Would you like me to feed it to you or can you manage?"
"I mean I can manage, but I don't mind you feeding me."
He giggled.
"Okay," he hummed as he grabbed the spoon. "Here comes the plane!"
"I'm not a child," you playfully huffed.
"Compared to me, you are," he chuckled before he properly fed you your first bite. "How old are you anyway?"
"30," you replied. "And you? You're probably like what...35? 40?"
He laughed.
"You're too kind. I'm technically 68," he answered back.
"Technically?"
"Yeah, weird multiversal travel stuff I recently went through. I got pulled from the past when I was 51 and then brought to this present where I would technically be 68."
"Hmm, weird," you hummed. "I don't really understand time travel. That's why I work in fashion."
"So that's what you do for a living?"
"Yeah, I'm an apprentice of Laney Valenci, the new heir of the Valenci fashion brand."
"Valenci? Oh, you mean that brand Norman Osborn likes so much? Hmm, small world."
You giggled.
"I didn't know he was a fan. I only design the womenswear though."
"I see," he pondered. "Also I didn't get your name. I'm Otto."
"Nice to formerly meet you, Otto. I'm Samantha, but everyone calls me Sam."
"What a beautiful name," he cooed, making you smile and blush.
"Thanks. Are you always charming?"
He blushed.
"Not always. I learned a lot from my late wife, bless her soul."
"I'm so sorry," you said, gently touching his hand.
"It's okay. I know she's in a better place," he assured. "Now let's get back to feeding you."
"Okay," you chirped.
He fed you some more of the soup before you finally asked him what you had been pondering for a while.
"What kind of project are you working on? What's with all of the equations?"
"Would you like me to dumb it down for you?" he teased.
"Yes," you moaned before Flo snaked over to comfort you with a cheek rub.
He chuckled.
"I'm working on a sustainable generator that is powered by green energy," he explained. "Generators can cause a lot of pollution, so I want to make one that won't."
"That's fascinating," you replied. "I assume you've made some progress."
"Not as much as I would like, but I'm starting to cook with gas," he said, feeding you another spoonful of soup. "But I desperately needed a break and Flo thinks that me taking care of you will help clear my head a bit."
"Oh," you said as you pet Flo again. "Thank you."
The actuator buzzed against your hand in response.
"She says you're welcome."
You smiled.
"One more spoonful left and then you have to take your Tylenol."
"Will it make the medicine go down?" you jokingly asked.
"You're a Sound of Music fan?"
"No," you confirmed, before taking your last slurp of soup. "It was just a cheap joke to get a reaction from you. Did it work?"
He laughed.
"I guess it did," he admitted. "But now I'm curious, what musical movie adaptation do you like?"
"Phantom of the Opera," you answer.
"Hmm, no hesistation," he observed. "But excellent taste. I have one of the adaptations on DVD. We can watch it together."
"Okay, but only if you cuddle with me," you boldly said, looking him right in the eye.
His face became redder than a tomato and he froze.
You wanted to cuddle with him?
He couldn't believe it.
Why would a pretty young woman like you want to cuddle with a mentally wrecked, old, mad scientist like him?
"I didn't even give you the medicine yet and you already sound loopy."
You laughed.
"I mean it, Otto. I would like to cuddle with you while we watch the movie."
"Alright," he relented before he gathered the Tylenol in his palm. "But now it's time to take your medicine."
"Okay!" you chirped before he fed the pills to you and gave you a sip of water. "Now what?"
"Now, you're gonna let the medicine do its job by resting again," he told you calmly as Flo pushed you back down on the bed. "Take another nap and once you wake up, we can cuddle and watch the movie."
You giggled.
"Sounds good to me," you said as you got more comfortable and closed your eyes. "See you in a bit, Otto."
"See you in a bit, Sam," he softly said.
About an hour later, you slowly batted your eyes open. Finally, your head stopped hurting and your body aches were quelled. However, your small fever still lingered.
It sucked, but you were glad that you were starting to feel better.
After you regained full consciousness, you noticed that Otto was back by his whiteboard. He was humming a happy tune, while the actuators were all watching him work.
Until Flo caught you again. In an instant, she jumped and turned around, facing you with her glowing yellow light.
"Up again already?" Otto jovially asked. "Well, you woke up at a good time. I needed another break after the breakthrough I just made."
You giggled, before he got up and made his way over to you again. He was smiling so bright, his eyes twinkling as he looked you over again. He could just tell you were starting to feel better.
Still, he wanted to check though. So he put his hand on your forehead and asked,
"How you feeling?"
"Well enough to cuddle with you," you joked, making him playfully sigh.
"I'm serious, Sam. Do you still have a headache? Are you still aching?"
"I still have a small fever, but my headache and body aches are basically gone."
"Yeah, you definitely still have a fever," he observed before pulling his hand away. "Feeling nauseous at all? Seems like you've been keeping your soup down."
"No, I don't have any nausea," you replied. "Just the little fever, promise."
"Okay, well maybe a lukewarm shower will help the fever go down," he noted.
"I don't have another pair of clothes," you whined.
"No worries. You can just wear one of my shirts as a nightgown. I mean you aren't going anywhere."
"Fair point. It is more comfortable to cuddle in than my work clothes."
Otto playfully rolled his eyes.
"Then it's settled. I'll run your water," he announced before leaving you alone in the room to do that.
You were only alone for a few minutes though, before he came back and tried to help you out of bed.
Your legs were still kind of numb, so it was a bit of a challenge. You ended up falling into his embrace, which made him more flustered since your top fell down a little in the process.
But he ignored it as best he could to help you regain your balance. It only took another two minutes to do so, and finally you made your way to his bathroom.
His little bathroom was simple, but kinda cute. It had just enough space to move around, which was good. It also had a mirror, a standard sink and faucet, and white cabinets & drawers underneath. Then to the side was a porcelain white toilet with a white medicine cabinet above. As for the walls, they were painted a baby blue, matching the tiles that decorated the walls of the shower/bath combo.
But what really caught your attention was his shower curtain. The fabric was decorated with painted octopi, all different colorful species against an ocean background.
The sight made you giggle, which Otto noticed.
"What's so funny?"
"Your shower curtain," you answered. "Kind of on the nose, huh?"
"Flo liked it," he shrugged. "Now are you able to clean yourself off or..."
"As much as I would like you to help me, I noticed how flustered you are so I can handle it myself. No worries."
"Well, alright. I'll be in the kitchen making you some more soup."
"Aye, aye captain," you teased, before he shook his head and closed the door behind him.
He went straight to the kitchen after, humming a happy tune again while he fished out another can of soup from the bag.
But as the soup started to cook, Flo began to vibrate loudly like she felt a disturbance. Otto was more than confused and tried to calm her down before he heard a loud thud.
Panicked, he rushed back over to the bathroom and swung the door open. But when he peeked through the curtain, his heart dropped.
There you were, lying unconscious on the tub floor. Your right leg was up in the air while your left was bent at the knee. One arm was pinned against your side and the left of the tub while the other dangled from the tub's edge.
And then there was your head.
It was drooping from the side, but posed almost like a melancholy Renaissance painting. It was an odd sight, but Otto wasted no time to help you. Even if he didn't want to gaze upon your naked body...
Well, not yet anyway.
Still, he jumped into action, stopping the water that was still raining down on you first. After, he picked you up and wrapped you in a towel to dry you off.
You fell into his grasp again as he dried you off, giving him another close up peek of your breasts.
But he ignored it again and threw the first t-shirt Moe grabbed from his closet on you.
"I'm glad she's still breathing," he told Flo once he picked you up again and brought you to the bed. The actuator comforted her creator with a cheek rub after. "I just hope she'll wake up soon. I really did want to cuddle with her."
He sulked away soon after, walking back to his kitchen to stop the soup cooking on the stove. Then he retired himself back to his desk, just praying Flo would sense you getting up again.
You didn't give him much time to reflect though as you opened your eyes again a few minutes after Otto put you back in bed.
You were very confused though.
Last thing you remembered was being in the shower. You didn't remember leaving said shower or putting his T-shirt on.
What happened in between then and now? And why were you unconscious again?
It made no sense, but you didn't want to freak out Flo who just realized you were up again. So you just saved face and slowly sat back up.
"She's up?!" Otto happily asked his helper.
Flo nodded.
"Oh good," he chirped turning his attention to you.
You felt like you were gonna blush by how happy he sounded.
"Hungry?" he jovially asked. "I just heated up another can of soup for you."
"Yeah, I could go for some more soup," you replied. "And your cuddles."
He laughed.
"Soup first, cuddles later," he gently said. "Besides, you need to get your strength back up and take some more Tylenol. How you feeling? You took a nasty fall earlier. We had to take you out the shower."
"Oh, is that why I have no recollection of how I got here? And why I feel a bit more sore?"
"I'm afraid so," he confirmed. "Stay put and get cozy. I'll be right back with your remedies."
You nodded, although you were really confused as to why you fell. You've never fallen in your shower before.
Was it because your legs were previously a bit numb?
Maybe...
Otto returned before you could ponder though, but without his apron on this time. The routine was the same though and he fed you again with no hesitation.
The way he looked at you between bites made your heart melt even more. It was clear in his warm brown eyes that he was fond of you. He obviously developed a crush on you since your time together, but you didn't mind.
Of course...
"Otto," you started, almost hesitating to ask him what you were about to ask.
"Yes, Sam? Everything okay?"
"Everything's fine," you assured him. "I just wanted to know something..."
"What?" he softly asked.
"Do you like me?"
His face turned even more red than before.
"What gave it away?"
You giggled.
"The way you've treated me all day. You seem more interested in me than just being my nurse. And you blushed when I asked to cuddle with you earlier."
"Right," he sighed. "I suppose I do fancy you. You remind me of my Rosie. I miss her so much, but maybe you're the sign that I need to move on."
"Otto," you softly said, caressing his face. "Would you like to go on a date with me once I get better?"
He smiled, before replying,
"Yes, I would like that a lot. Wherever you want to go, I'll take you."
You giggled again.
"Okay, I'll make a decision soon," you promised.
"Take your time. You're still ill," he remarked. "Now back to your soup. The sooner you eat and take your pills, the sooner we can get the cuddling."
"Right," you chirped, gladly taking another slurp of soup he gave you.
Another few minutes passed and you finished your meal and took your medicine. And once you did, Otto went back into his kitchen to clean up so he could finally cuddle and watch the movie with you.
Truly, he was anticipating this as much as you. He had been so lonely for so long, he was glad that he found you.
His sick, little fallen angel.
"I think it's cuddle time," he happily said before he joined you in the bed.
You laughed and let Moe wrap around you to put you in Otto's lap. He released you after and you laid your head on Otto's chest while Flo found the DVD and put it in the player next to the TV.
After, she returned to your side, guarding you as her creator held you close against his beating heart.
You were in heaven and you felt more loved than you ever had in your entire life.
Otto was just so nice and soft and plush. He made a wonderful sentient pillow, a nice one you didn't want to let go off or move from.
And you made that very apparent when you fell asleep against him right before the movie ended.
Otto couldn't help but smile at how beautiful you looked in your slumber either. But Flo was a bit concerned about your comfort.
"Flo, leave her be. She seems comfortable to me. Let her keep resting," he told his creation before he gently caressed your face again. "Looks like I might have found you a new mommy, guys. A new, beautiful mommy."
Flo buzzed of excitement at the thought, before she wrapped herself around you loosely and gently vibrated against your stomach.
You were too knocked out to notice though.
And Otto just kept watch until he also succumb to his fatigue, his subconscious just hoping that you would be better in the morning.
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"Can you hear me say your name forever"
Doctor Octavius x Reader
Summary: you've been kidnapped by doc ock to be his new assistant. You had a crush on him, when he was a professor and married, but then life happened, for both of you; today, you are not sure he is the same man you once knew... or is he?
Genre: angst, past trauma
The third chapter is here, my dudes and dudettes!!
It's been a rough month: I started my first job, I am finally graduating after years of studying and suffering and struggling. I might have found a road that I want to pursue. I don't think it will be my only path, I like to keep my options open, but I finally love what I have started (even though it can be hard) for the first time.
But now, lets get down to business!
PART 2: Here
Update, a year later:
So, it's been a year! I landed my first job, I graduated AND I managed to finally live in the city! Am I living the dream my 16ish year old had? Maybe.
I definitely am more happy and somehow my life is coming out as something worth experiencing and living, and I really can say, for maybe the first time ever, that I am content.
But enough about me, finally the third chapter is here, written while I was technically working but when the inspiration knoks, you have to answer.
Enjoy ❤
You woken up to the sound of broken glass and forniture smashing. Your sleep was usually bad, but you barely slept in two days and this could no longer go on.
Feeling already your lower back protesting, you slowly approached the door, mentally planning how to address this situation. Knowing that the doctor is sometimes a bit unstable, you really want to risk your face for a tantrum? What if there was spiderman behind that door? She wanted to be free, didn't she?
Your hands trembled on the doorknob, pondering. Then, suddenly, all the noise stopped. After the longest count to ten ever existed, you open the door, fear and curiosity mixing in a strange way, making your body shiver even thought it wasn't could outside. You pulled the door and a galaxy of little glass pieces was waiting for your feet. The room was a mess, chairs everywhere with broken lab instruments and stuff. You put on your boots, preparing yourself to enter this mess, knowing that you could've just closed the door, none of it was your problem. Behind a table you saw the professor laying on the floor, his metal arms lying still at his side, and blood covering his hands.
"Doc" you carefully touch his shoulder, feeling the warm skin underneath. 'So he is warm after all'.
Suddenly, you hear him snoring. That's the most human thing he has done in days. Feeling a bit of tension fading away, you burst into a laugh, unable to stop. Otto slowly opens his eyes, but you find yourself unable to stop, and your soft laugh becomes hysterical, your vision blurred from tears.
"What's going on?" His imposing voice full the room.
"I-" You try to answer, but you can't stop laughing, and you can't tell if it's because you are amused by this insane situation.
Probably not.
A pot of emotions was slowly cooking for days, and somehow they found a way out.
"Why are you crying?" His voice was demanding, but a hint of apprehension was there.
"Really, I don't know" 'liar' you instantly think. You were scared to death by this situation, but you would gladly die instead of saying this in front of him, out loud. You had realized, before opening that door, that you were concerned and scared for him, but also because of him. You were falling, really was that simple but also terrifying. You know he doesn't believe you, but he slowly put his hands on your arms, almost scared you would run away.
"I did all this, didn't I?"
You nod.
"Usually, I wait for this episodes with joy, because my arms stay asleep for hours. I missed this silence in my head".
He briefly looked at his metal arms, permanently fused with his body. Your eyes linger on his chest, his scars, his hands stroking slowly your arms.
"I'm sorry" he whispers, his voice breaking.
You don't know how to respond.
"I'll take you back home" his hands grabbing your arms "now, before they wake up"
Your eyes goes back up, widening.
You want to speak, but he is already putting you on your feet.
"Doc" you try to speak, at least say something.
"What was I thinking? So much of a genius, and I take these decisions"
All you can think was that when a villain doesn't want you. Nobody wants you.
You already knew this, but every time someone reminds you of this, you die a little bit more inside.
Also, you were so sleep deprived that something breaks and you start crying, again.
Could this situation be more pathetic?
"You can't say here. It's not safe and it's not right for you" Otto kept saying while you were crying. The fact is that in your sad pathetic life this was the most terrifying and exciting thing that happened to you in a while. How sad your life must be?
You tried to keep it all inside.
"Doc I have literally nowhere to go. You saw my life and I suspect you choose me specifically for this. No one would come looking for me".
As much as those words hurt, they were true. Despite all his good intentions, he couldn't replicate to that logic. He could've be your best option to turn your life around, even thought he's one of the most dangerous man alive.
He stayed silent for a very long time, thinking about possible answers to yous situation. Eventually, he was defeated.
"As much as it pains me to admit this... you are right, and I am so sorry" you looked him in the eyes, and you could tell he was sincere. Not having a cacophony of voices in your head makes his face much more softer, and you could tell. But that moment soon vanished, and a new, heavy thought entered his synapses.
"I should be more careful with my children, they could be quite persuasive on a feeble mind. I must not hurt you, ever again" he took your hands, and you noticed for the first time that yours vanished inside his palms.
"Please, don't let me hurt you. Run instead if I can't no longer control myself"
You nodded, feeling a strange feeling in your gut. Something hot slowly pooling inside you. Just one simple touch of his hands, the intimate situation just passed... your mind started racing the second he looked you in the eyes, but you never dared to even master a thought like that.
And now, just like that, your body betrays you.
He was still looking in your eyes, hands hot on yours, his digits slowly brushing your skin. You looked down.
"I promise you that if things go our of hands, I will try to run. It might help me to have spider man number, you know?"
Your old weapon works again: in the blink of a eye you manage to shift the doctors attention from you to that spiderman dude, flying around and making a mess.
"Why would you want his number?" His eyes dark and illegible.
"You know, if things got out of hand... that's all, I promise" you chuckle, trying to keep the moment light.
He gave you a tiny smile, scoffing. "I really don't know what your generation is up to these days" he let go of your hands, trying to stood up.
"Well, If you want to stay here, the first thing you could do is tide up this mess"
"Excuse me?!"
"You know, my arms are stuck like this, they will wake up tonight" he raised his palms in apology.
"So your saying that on top of being an old scientist who is always complaining about younger generations, you are also useless?" You teased him.
His eyes darkened, his smile became a smirk.
"Watch your mouth, young lady. I may be temporary useless, but my mind works just fine"
You mutter an apology and start to clean up while he tried to balance his steel weight on a chair.
The morning flew like this, you trying to not cut yourself with all that glass from lab equipment and him gently reminding you that you missed a spot.
By 12,30 you were ready to kill him.
"Listen up doc, I am tired and hungry, so if you want to clean so badly that spot, YOU SHOULD DO IT YOURSELF" the last bit was just a scream, but he laughed.
"I strained you, didn't I? Let's make something to eat"
You rolled your eyes.
"You mean that I should make something to eat, because you are just a big tin of metal arms stuck in place"
"Hey, there is no need to be rude" he replied, and you could tell he was slightly offended and hurt by the situation. You, on the other hand, was not.
"Hope you fancy some curry with chickpeas, because that's the best thing I can make like this"
He smiled politely. "I will not eat that disgusting thing even if you make me"
"I beg your pardon? The master has requests, I presume" you bowed.
You were looking at the floor for two seconds, but for him it was enough. When you come up, his face was inch from yours, sporting a
mischievous grin. His eyes looked more dark and sharp, and you froze right there.
"Did you have fun joking about me this morning?" He asked, his voice deep and low.
You tried to speak, but your throat was suddenly dry. You just shook your head.
"OH darling, I think you did" his smile widened. "You see, my arms are made from a perfect material, resistant but weights like a feather" he gently brushed your cheek, his eyes lingering over your face and neck.
You felt all your blood rushing to your face but you were unable to even think about a clever response.
"Do you still trust me?" He asks.
You gathered all your energies in that answer.
"Yes"
"Then you are a fool" his hand reached your neck, gently squeezing. "I could simply decide you are nothing, and break you. In my endless research of perfection, I could hurt you. Is this the type of man you would like to assist?"
During this few words, his grip tightened. You could only master the breath to say 'yes' one more time.
He lets you go and air returns in your lungs. You take big gulps of air, still looking him in his eyes. You know that if you stop, this moment will never return and will be simply forgotten as part of this mad day.
"For a person this smart, this is a pretty bad decision" he lowered his sight. "Just... stay out of my arms reach, ok?"
You mentally ask yourself how long is in fact his arms reach, but you stay silent. You just nod.
He gives you a sad smile.
"Now, lets fix you something to eat that doesn't have strange spices in it, shall we?"
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