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Anonymous Wed 03 Jul 2024 00:32:47 No.67079020 Report

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>>67078920
You should've have learned better from the Judeebros my Nicka but alas what's done is done
>>67078960
I don't know if a continuation is possible but more of your E2 Anon and Nick please, this got me hooked

Anonymous Wed 03 Jul 2024 00:46:19 No.67079341 Report

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>>67079020

>A quick run down to the store and I've got what I'm after. I triple-check to make sure the variant I'm grabbing is completely carnivore safe. Re-reading the label over and over as I pass through the little check out.
>"Not feeling well, hun?" The older triceratops woman grocer asks as she scans the few cans of stuff and ginger ale.
>"Not for me, actually."
>"Aww how nice. You have a good day." I nod as I finish paying and step out into the summer heat again. I make the quick walk back to Nick's house, starting to sweat through my jacket.
>I creak the door open, she didn't bother locking it it seems, and step in. I spy her napping on the couch again. I consider returning the favor from this morning and jostling her awake. I smile down and decide against it.
>I lock the front door and deposit some of the goods into the kitchen. I look back to the TV playing to no one awake and check my phone for the time. It's just a hair passed noon. Might as well get this started.
>I prep a bowl from the instructions on the can. A flood of memories of childhood comes back to me. Memories of a very young very sick Anon being consoled by mom, fretting and unable to leave my side. This smell present in the room, the only food I could stomach.
>The microwave dings and I pull the steaming bowl out and turn. I spy a curious pair of eyes peeking over the couch. Still a bit red and puffy.
>I maneuver my way over, trying to not scald my hands from the hot bowl nor spill any of the salty delight onto the floor. I set it down in front of Nick, spoon in the bowl and take a seat next to her.
>"Got you some ginger ale as well. Just in case."
>"...thanks." she still is reticent but more relaxed.
>Very slowly and deliberately she starts to eat. Carefully blowing to ensure her tongue isn't singed. As the first spoonful lands in her mouth a tear rolls down her face.
>I look over in concern.
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Anonymous Wed 03 Jul 2024 00:54:56 No.67079548 Report

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>>67079341
>"Shit, sorry." she wipes her face "...reminds me of my parents."
>"I get that too. Early memories of being sick and having mom and dad take care of me." She sighs and goes for a few more bites.
>"...tell me about them."
>She sits up straight, eyes forward. Her gaze is steel and solid.
>"Can't remember much. Just the feeling of comfort and safety." she looks down. "I do have a picture, though."
>She stands, shakily. I instinctively shoot an arm out in case. She steadies without me and walks back into her room, returning a moment later with a wallet.
>She sits back on the couch and pulls out a faded, worn photo.
>It showcases two Barys, one Nick's shade and one a darker gray. Nick seems to get her coloration and hair color from her mom but face shape from her father. Her mothers snout is more square.
>I take the full picture in now. It's a family photo, Nick, likely no older than two and her parents holding her up and beaming. Evens Nick herself is beaming in that photo. It radiates warm love. It's almost painful to look at.
>Nick gazes down at it a while before quietly tucking it back into her wallet.
>"I bet they loved you a lot."
>"Yeah..." she's miles and miles away, a memory of a time long forgotten.
>I go ahead and wrap an arm around Nick. This startles her slightly but I think we're dating now so a little touch reinforcing can't hurt. Not like she was touch adverse before this.
>She closes her eyes and leans in, fully accepting it. We side hug a while, the steam slowly rising out of the bowl still sitting on the small table.
>For all the times I've hugged Nick before she's never felt so small. She's never been bigger than I am but now it feels like she's tiny. Some sort of masculine instinct in the back of my head wants me to be a wall, shield her from anything that comes her way. I push it away. She doesn't want that.
>Without breaking my grasp she leans forward and picks the bowl up again, eating slowly. She speaks as she does.
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Anonymous Wed 03 Jul 2024 01:03:10 No.67079726 Report

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>>67079548
>"So... what now?" I'm fairly certain she's asking about us.
>"...not sure. One day at a time?"
>"Alright." the conversation is a bit dry as she finishes her meal and sets the bowl back down.
>She turns her head up to me, her eyes slightly pleading.
>"Anon can we just...cuddle?" She's never been this skittish before. Wonder exactly what's causing these nerves.
>"Sure, cmon." I scooch to the edge of the couch, making room for her to tuck in.
>She accepts but moves very slowly and deliberately, almost as if she's afraid of something. She settles in as we lie together, her head resting gently on my chest.
>"...this isn't too much?" Ah there it is.
>I sigh a bit at her apprehension.
>"I'll do this for you any time. I like this too, reminder." A content escape of air leaves her as she tucks into me. She's not scalding hot like yesterday, her fever mostly gone.
>"I... didn't get to say it yesterday but you mean a lot to me, Anon."
>I look down at her. She's looking at the TV while speaking.
>"So much so that I was terrified you'd leave if I ever broke the facade."
>She seems to have a bit more in her.
>"Thank you. I mean it." extreme sincerity flows out of her. It's a bit different from her usual wall of snarky and cocky speech. I think I like it. A lot.
>"You're welcome. I'm not running away from you. I promise you that." Not again. Not ever again.
>Nick and I settle into a gentle cuddle, her relaxing and tucking her arms around me. My bary blanket slowly drifts away into sleep again, she's still not entirely well. I gently stroke her hair as she lies on top of me, memories still threatening to go back to high school. I've grown. I know better now. I won't hurt you, too.

Fin, feel free to ask for more whenever. I can just say no if I'm not feeling it

>>67079068
I've seen you ask a few times for this so next.