That Awkward Moment When...

[Sparx Larsa]

Rule #7 of exploring unknown worlds clearly states: "DO NOT COLLECT UNREGISTERED MECHANOIDS!"

Sparx was very familiar with that rule. Usually, he never collected anything that could prove detrimental to his poor human health. He steered clear of all types of plants, animals, insects, bodies of water, bodies of land, bodies of anything that wasn't his as a matter of fact. Were anything to jump out at him, his biggest was being unable to scream loud enough to alert anyone who could save him.

Yet and still, for some reason, he now had an unregistered Mechanoid in his bunker; eating ham sandwiches, smashing his toasters, and who knows what else. Not only that, but he'd spent this entire morning fighting for ownership over ELLE. There was no way in hell would he allow the Engineers of Sigma Sector get their hands on her. They were the Mechanoid experts, yes, but Sparx knew all those creepy men wanted to do was fiddle with every piece and part of her delicate artificial skin, even if it meant taking her apart.

NO!

None would touch ELLE so long as he was here. He'd presented this to the board along with all the observations he'd made over the past 12 hours of having her in his possession,but the board wouldn't budge. It made more sense to turn ELLE over to the Sigma Engineers. It was safer that way, and they had all the necessary tools and experience to deal with her.

At the end, there was nothing the young scientist could do. The Board made all ruling decisions, and not even he could challenge their authority.

Sparx returned to his room hoping to find Elle still in one piece. There was a lot they needed to talk about, and a lot they needed to prepare for.

The brown-haired human looked physically exhausted after his meeting. His auburn hair hung tiredly around his glasses. With a heavy sigh and a forced smile, he called out to the mysterious Mechanoid.

”Hey, Elle. You awake?”

[E L L E]

Elle saw just blackness as she laid on the couch of Sparx's Living area. Her eyes where closed, but she was watching. She could see colours of dark blue and purple dancing over the inside of her eyelids. It fascinated her. She was in a daze, couldn't for certain say if she fell asleep or not, but when she opened her eyes they felt sore. As before the apartment was empty beside herself. Sparx had left. Where did he go? Her memory was foggy... maybe she did go offline for a few seconds?

Turning her head to the side she looked at the room. it might of been empty of people but it wasn't of sound. She could hear the hum of electronics everywhere. Even in the white ceiling where yellow light blossomed from hanging spheres. A light green line outlined the object and informed her it was a light.

She pushed herself up to sit, wincing a little as she used her bad hand to do most the pushing. It still had dark, almost bruise like, marks up her arm from the sparks at the wreak of Amy's lab. It was foggy still. Maybe the spark had messed with her memory slots? She unwound the bandage slowly to look. She hurt herself before when with Amy. It had been a cut, and healed up pretty easily. But this burn had left the center of her palm black and the skin was raised slightly in a bubble like fashion. However the bleeding had stopped... and if she looks really close, from under her exposed skin she could already see a white mesh over the area. It was so fine that it could be mistaken for cobwebs.

As she replaced the bandage back on she stood up. He was still gone... how long had he been gone? As she made slow day dreamy steps towards the kitchen she used her good hand to rub her eyes. they where a bit puffy and she concluded it was from before when for some reason her eyes just kept lubricating them self for no reason. The kitchen probably was her favorite part of the apartment. She stood and looked at the dented toaster. She only realized after they had finished eating that it didn't make any noise anymore. She guessed she must of broken it. But the disk of... what was it? Bread? Yes. The disk of bread had been stuck. And her warning systems told her not to touch it.

Where was he... she didn't like being alone. "... Hello..?" Her voice was even hollow to her own ears. She didn't expect an answer. She then started to move around the kitchen, mirroring what she had seen Sparx do before. Yes... He would be hungry! Its important to eat. She knew that much from Amy. Amy said people... Humans... ate all the time. He had already been gone so long! He must of been starving.

In that second she made her choice to make him one of those things. Sandwich, that's what he called it. She mimicked his actions of before but took a little longer as she didn't quiet remember where anything was. She managed to find the bread, ham, lettuce and mayo with ease. She realized she couldn't toast the bread. She was sure it would be fine. She put her fingers into the packet of raw ham and laid a single slice on the bread. she pinched the sides slightly to make sure it laid flat. She didn't know where the Knife where, which probably was a blessing...

She put her finger in the jar of mayo and spread it over the other slice of bread gently. She placed the lettuce leaf in and placed the two sides together. Yes! It looked pretty close to before. She didn't know whereabouts the plates where so she just lined it on the side gently. She felt a pride rise up in her right up to her cheeks, making them a rosy pink.

She then ran over to the front too and stood. She must of stood there about 10 minutes before her pose slackened a little and she glanced back towards the kitchen. He was gone so long... Maybe one sandwich wouldn't be enough. Yes! She should use this time to make him as many sandwiches she can! Returning to the kitchen she got to work. She and used the whole loaf. two packs of raw ham and pretty much half the lettuce. She was on her 10th sandwich when she realized the Mayo was almost gone. She had to really stick her hand in there to get at it. But was she scooped around the bottom of the jar with her fingers she didn't realize she had now jammed her hand so far in it was stuck.

The panic was pretty much instant. She feared for a moment the jar might eat her hand! She waved her arm about and hit it on the corner of the counter. When it did fly off she was in mid flail and the last of the mayo flew out, splattered on the cupboard, floor and herself. She stood panting for a second before looking down at the jar on the floor. She poked it gently with her foot. it rolled lazily before coming still again. She guessed she probably killed it in the same way she killed the toaster. She looked back at her row of sandwiches and put the 10th together with no mayo. She would have that one if he didn't want it. She was somewhat peckish now.

As she wiped her hand down her torn dress she realized then that mayo was dotted all over it. No no this cant do... Sprax will be back soon and she doesn't want to look like this... She moved out the kitchen, glancing back at the sandwiches only once to order them not to move.

She hadn't explored much of his apartment other then the rooms she was just in. She found his bed room pretty easily. She walked over to the bed and had the urge to feel how soft the sheet where. With mayo and raw ham juices she pick the edge of the sheets and put it to her face before putting it back how it was. She noticed some close discarded on the floor. She tilted her head, figuring they where on the floor because they where to be disposed of. If no one wanted them she could have them.

She pulled her dress off over her head, and was she stood completely naked she held up the loose vest. It was much too big for her, must of been on of Sparx that was left on the floor. Cant blame him so much, i doubt he expected to come home with a girl. Once on she realized the wholes where her arms stuck out where way to low on her and exposed some of her ribs and side of her breast either side. It was not long enough to get past her hips and she could already feel a chill. She noticed some sort of light fabric shorts on the floor and put them on. She fiddled a moment with a button at the front. She was confused as to why there was a button uselessly at the front of some shorts. She left it done up and moved over to a mirror.

Her hair was a mess. She was about to run her hand threw it but realized it was sticky for some reason. Heaven only knows Why...

She finished wiping her hand on the bed sheets just as she heard the sound of the door open. For a split second she felt fear seep into her bones and her heart jumped a beat...

”Hey, Elle. You awake?”

Her face brightened up instantly and she came pouncing out the bedroom. It was another blessing Elle wasn't that heavily chested other wise Sprax might of got quite the eye full popping out the neck and sides of the vest. That being said it was still a rather scandalous view. "Your back... you where gone too long." The last part she whispers softly with a slight pout. "... I made Sandwiches... Just how you showed me..." She took his hand before he could speak and lead him to the mess that was the kitchen. She let go of his hand so to pick up the jar of mayo and put it on the side with the toaster. She then stood beside her work and looked at him, her eyes focused and bright on him. Her face said it all. She again was waiting for praise. "...I was Successful?"

[Sparx Larsa]

When the barely clothed Elle came prancing out of his bedroom to greet him, Sparx felt his heart skip about three beats. He wondered if he died and went to heaven. His clothes were so loose-fitting, it looked as if they'd slip off of her at any moment, and he could tell from her hip line that she wasn't wearing any underwear. Oh how the heavens have smiled upon him. A blissful smile spread across his reddening face. The things she made him feel were stuff of pure fantasy. Her voice, so soft; so concerned for him...

He looked down at her, forcing his eyes to not travel down the crevices of her cleavage. It appeared as though she was worried about him not being around when he woke up. It made sense. She had been abandoned before by this Amy woman. Possibly even before, considering Amy was not her original creator. "... I made Sandwiches... Just how you showed me..."

He blinked curiously, and the girl took his hand in hers. It was warm and sticky. What in the world was she doing while he was gone?

His question, to his horror, was answered when she brought him to what used to be a kitchen. There was opaque liquid everywhere that he identified as mayonnaise when Elle picked up the dented bottle from the floor and placed it next to the toaster. That area was becoming a graveyard for all the things Elle accidentally brutalizes.

He watched as she trotted over towards the army of sandwiches and his eyes widened at the sheer amount of food that was prepared. His tiny human stomach couldn't come close to eating that many sandwiches. He was sure all of his bread was now gone, and most if not all of his Ham as well. He knew he would have to buy more. Precious credits that could have gone to the new Xrave game coming out next week...

Still.

No amount of credits could buy the face Elle was making as she stood next to her creations. "...I was Successful?"

Sparx couldn't help but smile at the girl. "You were very successful, Elle." He said kindly. His voice perked up. "The best sandwiches I've ever seen!" Even he had to admit, they were some pretty good looking sandwiches. She'd made them just as he showed her, except none of them were toasted. He decided that was a good thing considering her previous endeavor with the toaster. He did notice there were no knives out, which would explain why her hand was so sticky. She must have used it to get out the mayo. His smile turned into laughter.

Gently, he caressed Elle's hair. "You've become a master sandwich-maker in just one day. I'm impressed." This girl was like no other, and it just strengthened his urge to protect her.

He grabbed a sandwich and took a bite. It was actually pretty good. He hadn't even realized how hungry he was until he'd seen them. "Mmm..." Was his happy hum. He looked at Elle and smiled. He knew they needed to talk, but they could do that after eating. "How about helping me eat some of these sandwiches?"

[E L L E]

"You were very successful, Elle. The best sandwiches I've ever seen!"

Elle face lit up. She smiled brightly and looked from him to the sandwiches then back again, as if to make sure he was on about her own. She was just turning to look back at him when he moved to pet her on the head. He probably felt her body stiffen a little as if for a second afraid what he might do, but then her body relaxed as he rubbed her head and she peered up at him through her silvery white fringe and lashes.  

"You've become a master sandwich-maker in just one day. I'm impressed."

She just continued to smile and watched him pick up a sandwich. As he took a bite she moves to take the now empty packaging of the ham and put it over with the jar.

"Mmm...How about helping me eat some of these sandwiches?"

Turning back around and moving over to the row of sandwiches she picked up one without mayo, wanting to save all the bests for him. "I have this one." She said proudly and watched him enjoying the sandwich. She picked up her own and bit into it. She noted it was somewhat chewier then the others before, but she guessed it was something that the toaster changed. Elle had no idea the Ham was still raw. When Sparx had been cooking the meat before Elle was busy bitchslapping his toaster. "That thing." She said as she chewed and looks over at the jar. "tried to keep my hand.." Thats then she put down her sandwich, still chewing over the meat in her mouth.

She showed him her hand where there was a red mark where it had been in the jar. Then as if to show him everything that has happened while he was gone she pulled off the bandage to show him the mesh healing over her wounded hand. She lent closer to show him, her body grazing against him. "I fix myself." She said it as if she wanted more praise. She didnt know how or why. In fact she didnt even question how or why her body healed this way... it was just a fact.  

[Sparx Larsa]

The ham seemed to have an odd... chewy taste to it. It wasn't like how he normally eats his sandwiches. After a moment of savoring the uncooked flavor, he realized Elle hadn't fried it prior to making the sandwiches. Now there was absolutely nothing wrong with raw ham. In fact, must people used it for their sandwiches. Sparx was not most people, however. As a scientist, he had a very sensitive pallet. His tongue simply preferred his meat cooked. Actually, it was more a mental issue rather than a tongue issue. His mind rather have cooked meat. Even though contaminated prepackaged ham was as common as a wooden Mechanoid, there was always the paranoia that his shitty life would bless him with some alien meat-disease.

With a gulp, he swallowed the ham, and a visible shudder spread across his body. It was then that she spoke whilst looking at the defeated jar of mayo. "That thing tried to keep my hand.." He saw the red ring around her hand and snickered to himself a bit. He could just imagine how cute she must have looked with her hand stuck in the jar. It would explain why she crushed it. The feeling of being trapped must have startled the poor girl.

Just as he was about to speak, however, Elle leaned in closer to show her hand to him. His eyes widened, and couldn't help peak at the opening in the vest that revealed much of her hidden treasures. His face reddened. He shouldn't think of such things. She wasn't human, after all. She was so innocent. So vulnerable. So dependent. Would he really be wrong for taking advantage of her? Anyone in his position would do the same. Anyone would convince her to casually slip out of those clothes, lay down on the bed, and teach her the many different techniques to making a man smile...

"I fix myself."

With an absent blink, he looked down her pale arm to the unbound hand. There was a terrible burn that contrasted with her fair tone. It placed a weight on the human's shoulders. The scar was like a reminder of how delicate she truly was, and how he allowed harm to befall her once before. He hoped such a wound would heal, but burns like that almost never did.

And that's when he noticed.

The thin layer of webbing that seemed to form beneath the burnt skin. It was like microscopic spiders were beneath her hand fixing all the damage. Elle was self-healing. His eyes were mesmerized by the sight. This was absolutely unheard of for common Mechanoids. Of course, many have attempted to inject nanines into Machines in order to make such repairs, but the sheer volume of information it took to create a Mechanoid/Nanite symbiot could fill an entire planet.

Modern science has only come so far, yet here she stood; a fantasy within reality. Sparx's eyes fell upon Elle's. No matter how machine she truly was, every second that passed revealed more human than robot. "Elle... you are just incredible."

What more could he possibly say? She didn't seem to understand much of herself, so questioning her would be pointless. He even wondered if he could adequately explain just how amazing she was.

With a nod, he decided.

"Elle, we need to talk." He led her over to one of the bar stools by the kitchen table and offered her a seat. He didn't know how she'd take the news, or even if she'd understand, but he felt in his heart that they needed to talk. "You are... a very special girl. So special, you might be one of the only girls of your kind." This was a lot more difficult than he assumed. "I want to know everything there is to know about you, so I was wondering if you would help me."

During his meeting with the Board, they decided to leave ELLE in Sparx's care on two conditions. Elle had to be registered and submit to multiple performance tests. If she was to show any actions deemed hostile or compromising, then she would be forcefully deactivated.

It was a tough pill to swallow, and even more difficult to not tell her the full truth. They had no choice in the matter, but Sparx thought it'd be better to at least hear what she thought.

[E L L E]

"Elle... you are just incredible."

She smiled, this time more shyly. Amy had said the same thing. Yet... she still left her. Elle had no clue where Amy was... that it confused her how someone could be there one day... gone the next. 

"Elle, we need to talk."

She let him lead her to the bar stools. She had to half jump onto hers. She was pretty short. Once seated she slowly wrapped her hand back up as if worried having it exposed too long would damage it in some way. It hurt still but it was a more numbed pain the when it happened. Her whole arm tingled with activity as her body healed herself.


"You are... a very special girl. So special, you might be one of the only girls of your kind." 

Elle's face dropped. Worry and fear seemed to well up in her eyes. His words echoed the last of Amy's she'd ever heard. Amy said all the time how special she was... and how others will want to take her apart if she let anyone know. 

"I want to know everything there is to know about you, so I was wondering if you would help me."

Again his word where right along the same lines as Amy's. She looks down into her lap, as if trying to mask her feelings. She hardly noticed but the lights above them flicked a little as she was silent. When she did speak, her voice was so soft and quiet. "..You...are going to go away... like Amy..." She moved to get up before he could speak and looked at him. Her eyes where just full of confusion... and pain. "I-I'm not Special- I'm like you.." the last part hung in the air as if not sure it was fact or a question. "I... I made you Sandwiches... I ... I don't understand I..."

She had been good. She had even tried to please him... He would either leave her like Amy or try to take her apart as her father had tried to. If... If Sprax found out more about her he would find out she was a malfunction! She was sure that's why Amy had left... She hadn't said it... but she couldn't think any other reason she would leave her. "I-I'm not a malfunction.. I'm not..."


Suddenly the light over them blew and Elle let out a scream. She had no clue what happened and they where in darkness for a few seconds before the lights came back on, all but the one that had blown. It was only dark for a few second, but in that time she had drops to her knees, and when the lights came on he could see her, on her knees bend double, as if trying to make herself as small as she could to hide from the world. "I d-don't want to be alone.. i don't want to die..." It was a sob... No program could ever portray this amount of emotion. If anyone else was here they probably not even guess she was a Mech. She was scared. She had nightmares when Amy would shut down her systems so she couldn't do anything. It was like... being trapped in her own body. She couldn't move, couldn't open her eyes. After a few hours she would start to dream... but they where never nice dreams. 


"Don't let him dismantle me- please!...Please.. I-I don't want to go..." 

[Sparx Larsa]

It didn't take long for Sparx to notice the shift in atmosphere.

The lights dimmed, as they did back when he first found her. Somehow, she could react with the electric currents around her. This only seemed to intensify as she became more distraught. She asked if he would leave, but before he could speak a word, she became frantic. "I-I'm not Special- I'm like you..."

Sparx paused. It was his words that upset her. Calling her special; making her feel isolated. How stupid could he be. But it only got worse as Elle became more unstable. "I... I made you Sandwiches... I ... I don't understand I..."

"Elle." He attempted to console her. "It's okay, just calm-"

"I-I'm not a malfunction.. I'm not..."

Before Sparx could get a hand around her, the lights in the entire apartment flared up, and then burst simultaneously. The sudden commotion caused him to flinch defensively and protect his head from any falling glass. Sparks shimmered around him like snow flaws from the clouds. He trembled slightly in the moment of darkness.

One lonely light flickered on from above. It was as if a spotlight was shining down upon their drama. Sparx opened an eye to see Elle caving in on herself on the floor. She was... sobbing. On the verge of tears. She didn't want to die. She could imagine the solitude and gravity of such a concept. It was a sight that clenched the young scientist's heart tightly. "Don't let him dismantle me- please!...Please.. I-I don't want to go..."

Sparx moved from the stool and down to the ground in front of her. She was so tiny; so frail and frightened. He went to speak, but could not think of the right words to say. He could tell her everything would be alright, but he worried the same words might have been uttered by Amy. What made him any different from all the others?

He retracted the hand that instinctively reached out to comfort the girl. How could he? How could he show her that he would never let anyone dangerous near her? Sparx wasn't a fighter. He wasn't a strong figure that could fend off any adversary. He was a coward. A weakling.

But the thought of anything happening to Elle caused his heart to crack. Even if he was a coward, seeing her like this made him want to change. He never wanted to see such a look of fear on her face ever again. He promised himself that he would never allow anything to ever hurt her again.

That's when it dawned on him, and a warm smile spread across his face.

Sparx slowly extended his hand towards Elle's face, and then offered his pinky to her. With a calm smile and a soft voice, he explained. "Wrap your pinky around mine. It's called a Pinky Promise. Once you make one, it can never be broken." He looked at her; looking into her eyes. "Elle... I promise I will always be with you no matter what, and I will never allow anyone to dismantle you."

[E L L E]

When Sparx's hand came towards her with pinky extended, Elle flinched at first but glanced up at him slowly. 

"Wrap your pinky around mine. It's called a Pinky Promise. Once you make one, it can never be broken." 

Elle hesitated. Pinky Promise... she never heard of such a thing. She looks at his hand to his face, lips trembling. 

 "Elle... I promise I will always be with you no matter what, and I will never allow anyone to dismantle you."

Amy said she wouldn't let anyone hurt her... but she never offered this 'pinky promise' also. Elle slowly sat up from her crumpled pile on the floor. Her gaze was fixed to his as her breaths calmed down to a steady pace. Slowly she looked back at his hand, then raised a shaky to his. Her hand hovered for a second as if she had to take in how he had posed his hand and then slowly copied, her pinky poking out like his.

She wrapped it gently around his. You wouldn't believe something not ''alive'' to have such a gentle touch and soft skin. "...What... do you need... to know?" she said, still holding his pinky. Her voice was still shaky and barely a whisper. She of course was referring to what he said before about wanting to find out about her. She couldn't explain it but there was a different feeling around Sparx then there was with Amy. 

Amy of course cared for her... or at least Elle thought she had... but she was still very clinical with the whole situation. She would put Elle into pods when Amy was done with her, forcing her into a hibernated sleep until Amy had time again.  

[Sparx Larsa]

Sparx breathed a sigh of relief when Elle wrapped her finger around his. She seemed to regain some trust in him, and it brought a warmth to his face. He hadn't even realized how softly she'd connected with him. It was incredibly easy to forget that she was not human. Everything she said and did seemed motivated by emotion, not a random series of codes delivering information.

At this very moment, he didn't care what she was. He made a promise to protect her, and it was a promise he intended to keep. When she asked what he needed to know, he couldn't even formulate an answer. The last thing he wanted to do right now was talk about experimenting on her. Just the very sound of the phrase left a nasty taste in his mouth. He had images of probes and scalpels. He'd NEVER allow anything of that type near Elle.

As if his body reacted without his permission, he wrapped his arms around the tiny girl and embraced her. She was so soft... so warm. He couldn't let anything happen to her. He wouldn't let anything happen to her. He couldn't help but crack a smile when he caught wind of her scent. She smelled like him. Had she really been in his bunker for so long? Maybe it was the vest that she was wearing that carried the smell. Regardless, he didn't care. She was real to him. She might not have been a human, but she was a person. She had her own thoughts, feelings, and emotions.

He wondered if she was awaiting an answer.

There was so much he wanted to know; how she worked, how she was built, what sustains her, EVEYTHING! Such a question was impossible to answer. But Sparx was a pro at answering the impossible. What did he want to know: "I want to know what makes you smile..." His words were as warm as his embrace. They came straight from his pounding heart. He wanted to know what things brought her joy. He wanted to know what she wanted to know; what she wanted to learn from this world. He wanted to be there with her every step of the way as they learn and discover together.

But first... he pulled away from his embrace; a tickled smirk on his face. "But before that..." He breathed a sigh through his nose as he looked around the mayo-slathered kitchen. "I'd like to know how someone so tiny can be so messy." He laughed a bit, at both of them, and then his shoulders relaxed. Before they did anything else, he'd definitely need to clean up.

Sparx then had an idea.

With a burst of joy he suddenly suggested, "We should go shopping!" It was a perfect idea in his head. He could take her out to the mess hall and look around for some groceries. It'd be a great way to get her out and accustomed to her new home.

Then again...

His eyes drifted down to the loose-fitting clothes she wore. With a vest that covered everything but her chest-bunnies and bottoms that threatened to fall from her slender frame at any moment, it might not be a great idea to take her outside as of yet... "But we should probably get you some new clothes first..." His face turned a shade darker around his cheeks. He could vividly picture every part of her body, but desperately attempted to suppress these images.

Her outfit made 'that' incredibly hard...

Getting her new clothes was definitely a priority! Sparx didn't know how much more of this he could take.

[E L L E]

The embrace was so sudden that it caught Elle so off guard that she ended up having on hand kind of swashed between them and the other kind of just hovering in the air beside them. His embrace was so close that her cheek and ear where pressed to his chest. The hug lasted quiet a few minutes. Elle was listening to the very subtle Ba-bump- Ba-bump- Ba-bump of Sparx's heart. She placed her hand now flat against his chest also, listening to the sound. It was comforting for some reason. Maybe because she had also heard- or more felt- the same kind of sound from herself. That meant they where same in some form, no?

"I want to know what makes you smile..."

His answer was not what she was expecting. She didn't understand why such data would be interesting. Then again the more she thought about it... the more she realized she didn't know the answer herself. When he pulled away she felt somewhat abandoned, as if now naked that she wasn't at the core of his embrace. However when she looked up at him he was smiling. It seemed such a meaningless question to want to know what made her smile... but it was one Elle began to put more thought on.

"But before that I'd like to know how someone so tiny can be so messy."

Elle hadn't even realized that she had made a mess. She looked to the kitchen, then to him, then back at the kitchen again. Now she realized that the kitchen didn't look like it had before. It was like things like this where on the edge of her vision, so it made it hard for her to realize it was even an issue to begin with. She had been so focused on her one task she didn't realize she had in effect failed in making a the sandwiches how he had. He had made no mess at all...

"We should go shopping!"

The bust of excitement made Elle jump. He said it so suddenly that her face must of clouded over with confusion. "Shopping?" She echoed. She didn't even understand the term... But before she could ask what he meant she realized his gaze had traveled down. She tilted her own head down at herself. What was he looking at?

"But we should probably get you some new clothes first..."

Elle couldn't help but feel instantly self conscious. She had thought when she found the clothes on the floor that they where meant for disposal... did that mean she was technically wearing his trash? Her hands when to the top and grabbed the fabric. "I was wrong to put these on?" Without waiting for an answer she pulled the thin vest up and off over her head. Her skin instantly reacted to the fact it was now exposed to the cool air. Goose bumps appeared over her pale skin. Probably to Sparx's relief, she soon held the fabric of the vest to herself, concealing her bear chest.

"I made my clothes... messy..." She only just then realized it was too cold to get undressed here. She got up slowly from where they where on the floor and stood in front of him, her chest concealed and wearing boxers, but other then that she was completely exposed. "I will put my clothes back on..." She said, determined to fix her mistake and moved slowly to walk past him to go back towards his bedroom where she had left her dress before.

If he had turned to watch her walk away he would probably of noticed the marking on her back. It was the first time he had seen her bear back. Down along the spine where marking which looked like symbols... they where small and ran in a line along her spine. They looked faded down by the small of her back but as they got higher they got darker in colour, but her hair hide whatever was over her shoulder blades and neck. The symbols looked like letters of a unknown language and where a henna brown in colour. Each symbol looked slightly raised from the skin, as if they where more likely to be stickers on her back then apart of her skin.