The Messiah and the Plague Doctor (Closed)

[Miss Lovely Rita]

[[still. I doubt I'll see Sailor Moon-mixed-with-Shampoo-from-Ranma in the hairstyle section.]]
Moé felt the goosebumps, and sharply inhaled, but one of her shirt's middle buttons popped form the chest-expansion, baring her brassiered chest. She noticed, and tried to cover herself in fear of being viewed as whorish.  

[Steel Jay]

((I find they have a good selection, but thats because none of my characters have crazy hair.))
The button hit him in the glass hole. He flinched. "...Is something wrong?" He questioned, taking one hand off of her and picking up the button.  

[Miss Lovely Rita]

[[LOL. Thats true. Most of my characters have normal hairstyles, but only Roulette is crazy...]]
Moé picked up the button form him, though it accidentally bared her brassiere; you could see her cleavage line and the gear-clip above the corset-lacing. She looked away out of shyness.  

[Steel Jay]

((I think the craziest is Rufus's, since it is supposed to be kinda like Leon's hair from RE.))
Caleb instantly knew why she was cowering. "...Would you want myself to leave the room?"  

[Miss Lovely Rita]

[[I still really like Rufus' last name XD 'Mortimer'.]]
Moé looked up at him, blushing.
"No, I would almost encourage you to. I just didn't want it to look like my chest being bared was intentional..."  

[Steel Jay]

((I really like a lot of the last names my characters have, Crowhart, Baxter, Mortimer, Pravada, Spelloyal.))
"...I understand." Caleb said.  

[Miss Lovely Rita]

[[My main OCs are Montblanc, Zarathustra, Ahmose, Blythe, Dupin, Myrtle, and Scheherazade.]]
Moé silenced him by kissing him, and, then drew back a little.
"Sir... do my breasts... disgust you?"  

[Steel Jay]

((I can't do that, the last time I ended up with something along the lines of nkzxevsajkn, not kidding. The oddest has been Lunis.))
"....Not at all.." Caleb choked out.  

[Miss Lovely Rita]

[[I work with 'odd' as if it was a trademark. Technically, odd characters/romances and genre experimentation ARE my trademarks.]]
Moé blinked dreamily.
"But then why..."
She took his hand and placed it on her breast.
"...do you become so repulsed when you touch them...?"  

[Steel Jay]

((I create more of the what some people would like to call "Balls-to-the-walls" kind of writing design. Blame it on my grandma let me play Doom when I was 7, and my love for Quieten Tarntino movies.))
"...Because I am most certainly not a pervert!" Caleb retorted, snapping his hand back.  

[Miss Lovely Rita]

[[each of my novels have a different genre. My current project is 'violent action'.]]
Moé looked hurt, and broke off from him entirely.
"I-I always thought... that you would like them. I know you aren't a pervert, but I... thought that I... was different. I thought that you would actually like this part of me, as it's the only thing that is better than the rest of my family, the best aspect of me."
She looked to the side.
"I'm a faulty design, really. I'm modelled after my father's dead mother, and my father's view of the perfect woman. You're both vastly different, though."
She began to cry.
"I-I wish I was... a different model..."  

[Steel Jay]

(( XD, that is basically a lot of what I write, is it leads to that later, I even think I am going to detail a bullet ripping though a person's skull, down to the most gruesome detail.))
"I do, but that does not mean I would want to...." Caleb was getting frustrated. "....It is hard to explain fully."  

[Miss Lovely Rita]

[[lol, I love thhat kind of stuff.]]
Moé stood up.
"Never mind, it's okay. It hurts when anything touches them anyways..."
[[Basically, if you punched her chest, it'd be fifty times more painful than punching her in the groin if she was a guy. That should say something.]]
She wiped the blush and tears off of her face, and went back upstairs to play on her synthesizer-accordion.  

[Steel Jay]

((Caleb:....It is about damn time she did not try to fix something by doing something irrational.))
Caleb regained his towering stature. His knees were in great pain since he had to put so much pressure on them for so long. He walked stiffly out of the hallway.  

[Miss Lovely Rita]

[[Moe: I don't know what youre talking about. *memories of said events were erased*]]
Moé continued to play, calming herself down.
He should like me as I am, anyways. I'm not going to swap out my body... I'd make him think he was God or something.