24 Dec 2022, 14:07
Kill or Cure
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Still holding his white shirt as close to his body as possible, Marius listened to the girl while still attempting to hide his chest from her. He knew very well that the society he lived in dictated that it was perfectly all right for males to have their upper bodies exposed, gym advertisements were the masters of putting this into action, but he felt uncomfortable to expose his. But it was not because he felt unconfident with his non-six-packs abs, his abdomen had nothing to do with this feeling.
All the while, his fellow student kept on explaining about the treatment she was about to perform on him. (Not that Marius blamed her, she could not have known what was going on in his head.) Her words were intriguing, even though the Hufflepuff could not truly understand the whys. But then again, he was no expert; and similarly, even with acupuncture he was familiar with, he did not study the history and theories behind the treatment.
The dark-haired preteen ended her explanation with something that implied, "If it is not all right, you can perform this treatment to yourself with your shirt on." Well, at least that was how the first year understood it.
"Can't really scrape my own back, can I?" he murmured, half to her and half to himself. Using his discarded shirt and robe as a kind of pillow, Marius quickly laid on his belly, bracing himself for whatever the girl was going to do.
All the while, his fellow student kept on explaining about the treatment she was about to perform on him. (Not that Marius blamed her, she could not have known what was going on in his head.) Her words were intriguing, even though the Hufflepuff could not truly understand the whys. But then again, he was no expert; and similarly, even with acupuncture he was familiar with, he did not study the history and theories behind the treatment.
The dark-haired preteen ended her explanation with something that implied, "If it is not all right, you can perform this treatment to yourself with your shirt on." Well, at least that was how the first year understood it.
"Can't really scrape my own back, can I?" he murmured, half to her and half to himself. Using his discarded shirt and robe as a kind of pillow, Marius quickly laid on his belly, bracing himself for whatever the girl was going to do.
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Having eyes, but not seeing beauty; having ears, but not hearing music; having minds, but not perceiving truth; having hearts that are never moved and therefore never set on fire - these are the things to fear.