Crap, I'm Late! (Telemain)

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Bonnie Peep was a very good runner, which came in handy when you only had 15 minutes to make it to a job interview.

She had, of course, planned to be there about 10 minutes early to make a good impression. She had even planned to create an alarm to remind herself. Of course, neither of those things had been done, as she had been distracted by unpacking her paints and sketchpads and then deciding to paint her dilapidated room (the fact that she only needed 3 colors to do so was a bit scary). It was only when she noticed the clock read 5:45 did she realize that she was probably screwed.

It would take too long (and too much money) to hail a taxi at that time of night, so she opted to run. Luckily, the shopping district was very close to Tintagel and she managed to get very close to Tate's Tats with exactly four minutes to spare.

"Very close" being the key words in that sentence.

"Very close" because she slammed into someone on the way. It's not like she did it on purpose. She definitely wouldn't stir up trouble with her own job on the line. However, while she was turning a corner, she picked up the pace a little. This was a horrible idea.

Before she knew it, she was on top of a relatively handsome young man who looked very shocked to see a girl on top of him. Her tattoo needle had skittered out of her hand, thankfully on the floor and not in someone's eye. Bo tried to think of an excuse, but all that could come out of her mouth was,

"Hi."

[telemain]

Telemain was on his way back from a night of homework at a lively little German cafe. He was on his way back to his dormitory for a night of reading and snooping into the private pasts of his professors (an interest he had discovered ever since he had learned that the Internet was not going to suck his brain out of his head). Of course, the night he was planning would also involve a great deal of Googling Eric's name, probably to no avail, but it gave him hope that he had a friend out there...even though Telemain was a well-groomed, virginal stalker full of stalker-virginity.

His thoughts were brought to a sudden, rude halt when someone slammed into him. Before he had time to think, his feet flew out from under him and he landed flat on his back. The wind still somewhere outside his body, he busied himself with opening his mouth to politely ask the baffoon in question to remove their glutenous mass from his slender frame, but he stopped when he saw just who was on top of him.

His first instinct was to turn bright red and forget how to breath properly, because the baffoon just happened to be a girl, so blush he did. Then his eyes skidded to her needle, not far from his ear and he stiffened in fear. Had she just drugged him? Was she...?

He gulped.

"Excuse me miss, but are you planning to rape me?"

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Bo tilted her head in confusion at the question. What teenager in their right mind would ask an equally flustered girl if they were going to rape them? She had no idea that this kid didn't really know how to act around a girl. She gave a little smile when she saw that he was blushing and looked like he had no idea what to do.

"No, I'm not going to rape you, dude." She stepped off of him, standing up and reaching out her hand to pull him up. Despite her small stature, she was quite strong, and could probably pull up a string bean like Telemain any day.

"So, why did you think I was going to rape you?" She asked, tilting her head again and raising an eyebrow. Her eyes drifted to her needle that was very close to his eye, and she made a note to pick it up after he was taken care of. Maybe he would be nice enough to pick it up himself, but after his look of shock at seeing a girl, she wasn't too crazy about him picking up a needle.

[telemain]

"Oh...good." Telemain managed, as she sprang off him, and the situation instantly became less awkward. He decided that it was high time that he remove himself from his undignified position on the ground, even if she wasn't going to rape him. Allowing himself to be pulled up by the hand that was offered, and once he was standing, he towered over her. He was reaching a point in his life where he was towering over a fair amount of people and he decided that he liked it: it gave him a rare feeling of power and control.

"With all due respect, we're in a dark alley after dark, you force yourself upon me while holding aloft a size-able syringe that appears as though it was meant to be inserted into something else." He finished, fixing his hair back into his Disney prince imitation hairstyle.

"Besides, hypothetically, of course, why use a syringe to rape someone? Why not just use your, uh," He glanced around surreptitiously before uttering the next word in a hushed voice, "naughty bits and be done with it?"

((He thinks that men and women all have the same parts. And, being of the male persuasion, he believes women to have manparts as well.))

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Bo noticed with a shock that the man was actually taller than her. His hairstyle was very immaculate, nothing like Bo's crazy blonde-and-black locks. She smiled as he was hoisted up with ease. It would be really awkward if they fell on each other AGAIN because he was a little heavier than she thought. And she managed to lift him with only her right hand, as her left one was still in gauze from the incident that happened earlier. Oh, great, now Meg was on her mind again.

"'K, I can find a few faults in that argument," Bo remarked. "One, I didn't 'force myself upon you.' I ran into you as I turned a corner. Two, it's not that dark yet. Do you get out that much?" She noticed his very pale skin and skinny physique. What a nerd, she thought, letting a smile come to her face. "Three, I didn't try to insert my syringe into you. It's not even a syringe, it's a tattoo needle operator." She was tempted to rev it up to scare him, but decided against it. She wasn't THAT cruel.

"Wait, my what?!" She yelled, shocked. "My NAUGHTY PARTS?! What the f*ck is that! Are you seriously going to talk about my boobs while I'm standing over you with a tattoo needle!?" Okay, so technically she was under him, but her temper was through the roof. Telemain had a right to be scared if he started mentioning her "naughty parts."