“Will you take it off so I can hold you, please?” The man asks it as if it pains him to do so. “You do have the notion that a slightly higher heating bill is not going to bankrupt me, don’t you?” She rolls her eyes at him, something she instantly regrets because her head starts swimming. Eisuke blinks at her, appalled by her thought process. Turning up even higher would be wasteful.” The woman counters. “Besides, you’re pushing it a little.” “If you feel that cold, then turn up the heating.” He instructs, dour. I bought it recently and left at my dorm, I just brought it up today ‘cause your blankets feel a little thin.” She explains in a huff, excusing herself from the accusation. Should I be concerned that this thing is able to reproduce?” “I haven’t been hiding anything. “You’ve apparently been hiding a threat to civilized taste in my house. “Nevertheless, I’m also worried about this hideous piece of… Whatever cheap imitation of fabric is this.” He motions lightly at the blanket. He also does not wrap his arms around her, which he is wont to do, as if bad taste is as infectious as the flu virus. She has a light figure, so even with the sudden impact, he barely flinches. She makes her way to where her boyfriend is sitting, and clumsily drops herself, half onto the cushion and half onto him. Suddenly, she feels the need to sit down. This is not a word he uses often, and it always catches her off guard whenever he does. “Of course, I’m worried about you, love.” He dismisses. Apparently, speaking more than three words at a time was a terribly difficult job for her body these days, Eisuke notes with an odd feeling on the pit of his stomach, one that seemed to grow worse and worse in the last thirty-six hours. “That’s what you’re worried about? The blanket? Not the fact that I’m knocking on death’s door?” She coughs out the last sentence. Not that it gave her much gravitas, as, even in the best of days, she looked like an angry puppy at the most threatening. “Or whatever thing this is supposed to be.” MC glares at him, which looked like it took a monumental effort on her part. “The blanket, MC.” He practically spits the word out, as the thing hardly deserve the name. “Get what?” Her voice sounds small, sickly and bored. “Where did you get that from?” He called out from his spot on the couch, voice singed with distaste. Now, he is well-acquainted with the pitiful taste for clothing and home décor of his girlfriend, and he has learnt to tolerate some of it, but this thing is positively depreciating the value of his property just by existing. He also realises that he does not necessarily like it. The thought is abruptly pushed to the back of his head when he notes that he has actually never seen this particular blanket before. He quickly wonders how she is able to move under all that weight, as the thing must have doubled her bodily mass. It is a gaudy purple thing, hairy and messy, not unlike that lilac monster that, for whatever reason, ran on McDonald’s ads when he was a boy. Change my mind., Eisuke watches MC slowly move around the house, carrying around a long, thick behemoth of a blanket covers her entire body with her as she drags her feet across the tiled floor. Content should be free of any coarse language, violence, and adult themes. Rating: K - Intended for general audience 5 years and older. Summary: MC has brought her comfort blanket up to the penthouse.
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