forum One on One Thing? (Closed)

Started June 26, 2018 by @Desvelarse pets

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The word would most likely get out by the next day about what Thatcher had done. He expected that he would be called to the high court for a brief trial, before he would be sentenced.

Leon kept thinking of what was going to happen to Thatcher, making him more and more worried. Would they even let him explain why he killed a man?

Thatcher released a soft sigh. He didn’t want to think about that stress inducing topic anymore at the moment. He shifted a bit to get ore comfortable, his arms a bit more firm around Leon in a protective manner.

Leon also wrapped his arms around Thatcher, tugging him a bit closer. He dismissed his thoughts about what was going to happen to Thatcher aside and instead tried to think about other things.

(Okay)

It was the next morning, and though Thatcher hadn’t slept, he hadn’t left bed. Or looked at his slip of paper that would tell him his fate, even.

Leon stirred a little bit when he felt like it was morning or something like that. He managed to open one eye after a few minutes and glanced at Thatcher. "Morning," He mumbled, shifting around as he slowly got into a sitting position. He always hated mornings and was a bit grumpy during mornings.

Thatcher glanced over at Leon when he heard the other beginning to wake up. “Good morning,” he responded lowly. He stayed laying down, and when the other sat up, he still stayed but wrapped his arms around the others waist. He pressed his lips to the skin on Leon’s side where his shirt would have ridden up.

Leon blushed slightly but didn't say anything. "How long have I been asleep for?" He asked, glancing at Thatcher as he kept blushing, his face gradually becoming redder and redder.

“You just slept through the night, so it’s been a while. But you needed the rest,” Thatcher mumbled. He stayed laying where he was, his arms still around Leon’s hips. “How do you feel?”

Leon's face started returning to its normal color again. "I feel okay. By the way, how is Nike?" He asked, glancing at Thatcher and pecking his lips.

“Nike is alright,” Thatcher said. “She is in need of a bath to get the blood out of her fur, but she was unhurt.”

"Okay then, that's good," Leon mumbled sleepily. He went back under the sheets and shut his eyes again.

“Do you want to get up and go eat?” Thatcher asked the other. He shifted a bit, just so he could keep his arms around the other’s waist.

"Hm? Oh, sure," Leon answered as his head popped out from under the covers again. "By the way, I'm cooking, so, what do you want?" He asked as he slowly got out from underneath the covers.

“I don’t eat, remember?” Thatcher asked. He gingerly sat himself up, seeming to feel the weight of the paper in his pocket.

"Oh-right-shit-sorry," Leon apologized, blushing slightly in embarrassment. "By the way, just curious, do you know by any chance what they're going to do because you killed that guy?" He asked shyly, sitting on the edge of the bed.

Thatcher gave a grunt in response to Leon’s apologies. He thought about the second question for a moment. “I’m not sure. I could get a beating of some kind,” he said. What he didn’t say was that he could be killed for his crime.

"Will they even let you explain why you killed him?" Leon asked, a worried look on his face.

“Probably not,” Thatcher said simply. “They don’t care. All they know is that I killed a human without any kind of permission.”

"But that's not fair though," Leon complained. "What if you were about to die if you didn't kill the man?"

“Then it was fate that I was supposed to die in that moment,” Thatcher sighed. “I know it doesn’t seem fair, but that is the code.”

Leon sighed. "Fine, let's just hope it isn't anything too bad," He said as he kissed Thatcher before getting up and walking into the kitchen.

Thatcher gave a hum in response. He returned the kiss until Leon had pulled away. He got up as well, following the other into the kitchen.

Leon walked into the kitchen and looked around, not sure what to make for breakfast. He was thinking of something light and easy to make since he was lazy.

Thatcher went into the kitchen and stepped over to a chair and sat down. He stretched his legs out a bit, sighing as he did so.

Leon quickly made breakfast (I'm too lazy to describe it like Leon) and sat down in a chair next to Thatcher. "Sooo…." He started awkwardly, not sure what to do as he ate his food.

(Lmaoo i get that)

Thatcher had been looking down at the paper, writing etched into it. He stuffed it away once Leon came over and looked at the other. “I should go. I don’t know how long I will be gone for, but I will try my best to be back soon,” he said.

(Yayyy, I'm not lonely)

Leon glanced at Thatcher and nodded. "Okay then," He replied. He thought the system was unfair and he would have complained but he didn't want to get Thatcher into any more trouble.