I’M STILL NOT DEAD I PROMISE I’VE BEEN WORKING HARD (and crying) SO HERE’S AN UPDATE OF MY SNOW BITE COSPLAY!! The dress just needs finishing and I’m waiting for my fangs to arrive but other than most of it is done!
What does the building of Ego Inc. look like? Is it like one of those sleek, modern glass office buildings? Or an old building from the 1960s? What about the inside? Did each ego design a section to their liking?
One or two people have requested a description of the building, so I’ll just compile it all here. Keep in mind that it’ll be a bit different from the original Ego Inc. which was featured in my earlier stories because the first one burned down. With that said…
Dark picked it out, so it’s a very sleek building, modern with lots of reflective windows. The first floor is a lobby where Oliver is typically stationed at the front desk, greeting fans and taking gifts for the Egos. There are comfortable chairs lining the exterior of the room, but the middle is mostly open in case of emergency floor parties.
The second floor is sort of a common area. The kitchen and dining room are there along with a den full of comfy, worn-down furniture from the old house. There are also rooms for guests or when one of the Egos might spend the night at the Inc. instead of Peebles Place, but they’re seldom used all in all.
The third floor is Dr. Iplier’s clinic. There’s a waiting room and reception area, both very modest and clean, along with a few rooms where hospital beds are perfectly made and ready for when the next accident happens. Normal people come in from time to time, but mostly the clinic is reserved for the Egos.
The fourth floor is the Host’s library, a maze of bookshelves and moving staircases and ladders to reach the higher books. There are chairs and desks placed periodically, though everything is rather low-light considering that the Host himself doesn’t need light. The maze seems to always be changing, so Host’s little dragon, Lewis, will often lead visitors through the stacks so they won’t get lost.
The fifth floor houses Bim and Wilford’s studio where they film their respective TV shows. There’s seating for an audience, though there typically isn’t one since Wilford’s shows tend to get a little… violent. Walter runs the sound booth in the back, and the lights now move and change colors on command. The stage is always changing and charged with magic. If either of the boys need a new set piece, it always appears backstage, ready to use.
The sixth floor is Ed’s “pawn shop” of sorts. He collects all manner of strange and useless things which pile up all the way to the ceiling and have become a maze of their own. Ed swears to you that he can find anything you’ll ever need somewhere on his warehouse floor of junk, and typically he can with his own sort of rusty magic.
The seventh floor is Shepherd’s headquarters. People come, requesting odd jobs of heroism which he happily accepts, everything from rescuing cats from trees to fighting giant, mutant lizards. There are lots of important looking buttons and flashing lights, screens and secret doors, but really it’s all props that he got Wilford to make for him. Behind one of the secret doors is his action figure collection which is absolutely off limits.
The eighth floor is for the Googles. There’s nothing but computers, four desks, and their gaming corner that they don’t let the others touch. It’s all very sleek and high-end aside from Oliver’s corner where paper cranes hang from the ceiling on fishing wire and there are lots of pillows and stuffed animals, gifts from fans, and a little marigold that Bim gave to him.
The ninth and highest floor is Dark’s space. It consists mostly of his office and a few other rooms sanctioned off that no one has ever seen inside. His office is large, with one wall of nothing but windows overlooking the city. Beside that wall is his piano which is grand and polished to a shine. The decor is minimalist, even in his bedroom, which is always cold and usually dimly lit.
The roof is home to Bim’s small garden where he raises his heartier plants like cacti and succulents. There’s a little area for sitting under an awning that Ed pieced together, but it’s hardly ever used. There’s also a grill up there, another one of Ed’s touches, and he cooks on it from time to time when he gets the craving. But mostly no one ever goes up there.
Hope that all makes sense, and if you have any more questions, feel free to ask!
I know it’s been a while since I’ve been by Ego Inc., but
Mark and I decided to take some time to be alone together after everything that
happened. I’m sure you guys will understand.
Mark is taking me to this awesome place in the desert for my
birthday! I’m so excited, but I hate that I won’t be able to see you guys. Yes,
I’ve received all your presents in the mail already, and I’m still not sure how
you got the post office to ship that giant stuffed alien. But I’m not
Tell Wilford that I appreciate the pink “letter opener,” and
I will use it to open many “letters.” I feel like a real Peebstache now. Tell Host
that I’m taking the books he sent on the trip with me, and I plan on reading
them to Mark while he drives. Oh, and make sure Bim knows that the little cactus
he sent me is perfectly healthy and currently sitting in my bedroom window. I’ve
named him Bimmy. Aren’t I creative?
Mark says hi. He’s been brainstorming new ways to integrate
you guys into the channel, and I think it’s been good for him to have something
to distract him. He still gets nightmares. Host, I think you might want to talk
to him when we get back. (But don’t tell him I told you about it. He’s too
proud to admit when he needs help sometimes.)
Me? I’m just the same. You can’t even see the stitches
because of my hair, and the wound is healing up nicely. Don’t worry. Hey, I can feel
you worrying right now. Quit it. I don’t often get nightmares anymore, and when
they do come, I remind myself that I’ve got like a dozen big brothers making
sure that I’m safe.
Wilford text me that you muzzled Dark? Whose idea was that?
Because they deserve a gold star, and I want pictures.
Speaking of pictures, I’ll be sure to take plenty of them
while we’re on the trip with the camera the Doctor sent me! I’m really
excited to be a pile of hipster trash and take lots of pretty Polaroids to bring
back to you. For the Host, I’ve brought along a notebook, and I’m going to attempt to write about everything that I
see so that I can read it to you when I come back.
I love you guys. Please try to get along while I’m gone. I’d
really appreciate it if you are all in one piece when I come back.
And I can’t thank you enough for everything you did for me
and Mark. I thought that I should let you know, Mark doesn’t know how to tell
you guys how sorry he is for letting Dark control you for as long as he did.
This nightmare was one hell of a wake-up call. Mark wants to make things right. That’s
why he was at Ego Inc. in the first place that day, and if you’ll give him a chance, he wants
to help you.
Well, I hear Mark calling me now, so this letter will have
to end here. Ed, I have no idea where you got trained carrier pigeons from, but
it’s awesome. I hope it works. I hope you get this. I’ll be back soon; I
From Amy, with love.
(Gah, I cried writing this! So, this is it for FAWL for now. I may come back to it
later because I feel like this timeline has plenty more possibilities, but as
many of you have pointed out, I don’t want to ruin what FAWL is right now. Don’t
worry, though. There is plenty more angst where this came from!)
ince were talking abt places msa izuku shouldnt be consider this : the obligatory khr crossover
that’s too many unhinged and utterly unselfconscious characters in one place. the only person who would remotely care about msa izuku’s weirdness is tsuna. everyone else would roll with it or just absorb it into their own personal brand of weird, which achieves nothing but amplifying the weirdness in khr to the point that tsuna might find it untenable. but that’s about it
Lexa pulled at her black tie and then adjusted her cuff link on her right wrist. The air in the back of the car felt stuffy, constricting, god she hated these events. The car slowed to a stop and the driver looked into the rear view.
“We’re here, ma’am. Just another second and it’ll be your turn to exit.” The man said. She hadn’t bothered to learn his name because his service was a one time deal. Gustus would be picking her up from the event at 11:00pm sharp. She looked to her watch, an overly expensive Hublot, and sighed. 8:00pm, on the dot. Three hours, just three hours. She could do this, it’s for the children. The door to the car was wrenched open and she stepped out quickly. She made her way inside the building, Polis, a posh hotel on the east side of the city.
She was greeted by the bright smile of a perky hostess. “Welcome to Arkadia Children’s Hospital’s Annual Benefit Gala, Miss Woods. If you would follow Jasper here, he will show you to your table.” The lanky boy smiled at her then turned and made his way inside the ballroom. It was the cocktail portion of the event, where people who don’t know or like each other pretended they do. They arrived at her table, at the very front of the seating area.
“Cocktails are being served now, unfortunately you missed the dinner service, but I can get you something if you’d like, Miss Woods.”
“Thank you Jasper, but that won’t be necessary.” He nodded and walked away. She still felt constricted, so she removed her jacket and placed it neatly on the back of her chair, leaving her in a deep red button down, her favorite black tie, perfectly tailored black slacks, and black Oxford’s. She was almost immediately tapped on the shoulder by an older man.
“Miss Woods, it’s a pleasure to meet you. My name is Dante Wallace.” He smiled and offered his hand, which she took firmly and shook.
“Mr. Wallace, it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” She smiled her best ‘I’m still not sure I know why I agreed to this’ smile.
“Firm handshake and well spoken, you’re a Woods through and through.” He laughed. “Usually your aunt attends this event. What had to transpire to get the CEO here?”
“Several scheduling conflicts. Indra was upset that she could not attend. She says this is her favorite event of the year.”
“I see. Well, you should meet my son. Cage, get over here.”
“Oh, there you are!” A slightly husky voice caught Lexa’s attention and she turned to look over her right shoulder to find a stunning blonde in a gorgeous navy blue gown. It fit her body like it was made specifically for her and the color made her eyes sparkle like sapphires in the sun. She immediately sidled up next to Lexa and placed a soft hand on her shoulder. “Excuse me Mr. Wallace, but may I steal Miss Woods? She promised me she would be on time, and she most decidedly was not. We bet a dance on it.”
Dante chuckled. “Of course, Dr. Griffin. The night is still young, I’m sure we will find each other again before it’s through.”
The blonde smiled and grabbed Lexa’s hand. “I’m sure. Follow me, Lexa. Dance floor is this way.” Unsure of exactly why, she followed the blonde to the dance floor until the reached the unoccupied center. The blonde turn toward her a offered her hand which was immediately taken. Lexa’s other hand went instinctively to her waist as they began to sway to the gentle music.
“I get the feeling I should thank you for saving me back there. Although I don’t know you’re name to do it properly.”
“Dr. Clarke Griffin.” The blonde smiled.
“Well, thank you very much for saving me back there, Dr. Clarke Griffin. I appreciate it.”
“It seems to me that you don’t want to be here.” Clarke assessed. Lexa took the opportunity to spin her partner slowly, bringing her back into the same position. “Tell me if I’m wrong.”
“Then why are you here?”
“Why are you?”
“Not many doctors look this good in evening wear.”
“I’m not sure many people in general look as good as you do in evening wear, Doc.”
The blonde blushed slightly at the compliment. “It’s my job tonight to make this list of rich suckers empty their pockets.”
Lexa raised a brow, but smiled softly. “Am I one of those rich suckers on you list?”
“You? No. Your company always makes the same donation every year for the past twenty five years. It far surpasses everyone else’s contributions.” Clarke looked her in the eye softly. “Why is that?”
Lexa gently lifted their joined hands and placed Clarke’s on her chest. Then grabbed her fingers and pushed the tips down so the blonde could feel the scar just over her heart. Clarke takes control back of her own hand and gently slides her fingers along the length of the scar.
“Careful, this is a thousand dollar custom Armani shirt.” She smirked. Clarke rolled her eyes playfully, then looked back to where her fingers were still pressed. “I was four when my parents and I were in an accident. They were okay, relatively, but I died three times that night before they could stabilize me. Twice more at the the children’s hospital. But the doctors and the nurses never gave up. I’m here because of them, and my parents were forever grateful.”
“Someone once said to me, the healing power of a person’s mind is never as strong as when they are a child.” Clarke quoted and Lexa hummed in agreement.
“What’s your specialty?”
“You’re sort of magnificently brilliant, aren’t you?” Lexa smiled softly as the doctor shrugged. “So, Dr. Griffin. If you’re here, dancing with me, who is wooing all the rich suckers?”
“Oh, well. I sort of had an idea.”
Lexa smiled and raised a brow. “What is that?”
“You don’t want to be here, and I don’t want to be pawed at by old men who had one too many scotches. Scotch? What’s the plural?” Lexa smirked and shrugged. “How about, for tonight, you’re my date? Pretend we’re together, and you can help me take these suckers to the cleaners and build a new oncology wing in the process. I’m sure you love a good swindling, Miss CEO.”
“I won’t even try to deny that, Doc.” Lexa chuckled. “It sounds like a fun. Besides, it’s for the children, right?”
“Right.” Clarke laughed and pulled her in closer, moving her arms around Lexa’s neck, while two hands were placed gently on her waist. “Spin us around, will you?” Lexa did as she was asked. “Okay, see the bald guy over my right shoulder? That’s Charles Pike. He’s the co-founder of A&P Incorporated.”
“They try to be direct competition for Woods Inc.”
“Correct. He has a lot of personal wealth. His company is nowhere near as generous as yours with their employees, which I am sure you know. His downfall is his ego.”
“I know exactly how to play this one. Follow my lead.” The blonde nodded as her arms fell to her side. The brunette looked almost reluctant to pull away from the doctor. She made her way off the dance floor and came to a stop about three feet from Charles Pike. “Look, Clarke, I can appreciate the fact that the hospital is looking to expand. It’s just a plain and simple fact that Woods Inc is not in a place to pledge any more funds this year. I’m sorry, but you’ll have to look else where. Excuse me.” She turned to head back toward the bar, and bumped straight into Pike.Causing his drink to slosh onto his tie. “Oh. Please excuse me, I wasn’t paying attention, I apologize.”
“Here, let me help.” Clarke chimed in, grabbing a napkin from a nearby table. She patted the man’s tie, until the stain was no longer visible.
“You’re Charles Pike, aren’t you?” Lexa feigned ignorance. “Nice to meet you sir, Lexa Woods.” She stuck her hand out in introduction, which was firmly ignored. “I apologize again for my inattention.”
“Not to worry, Woods. Us little folk will be alright without your white knight act.” Charles snapped quickly. “Now, Dr. Griffin, it sounded like Miss Woods here was denying your request for additional funds, it that correct?” “Why, yes sir. It is.” Clarke played along, and chanced a glance at Lexa who rolled her eyes and stepped back about ten feet. “She is an awfully pretty date, but a bit tight in the wallet.”
“I see.” Charles glanced over his shoulder at Lexa who was rolling up the sleeves on her overpriced shirt, flashing that fancy watch. “Well, maybe I could help the hospital out with some funds.”
Lexa made her way to the bar to order herself a drink, then realized she didn’t know what her ‘date’ would like. She glanced to the side of the bar to see an older couple talking. They were wearing name badges and she could just make out the name Griffin-Kane. She hesitated for a second before making her way over.
She approached the conversing couple and waited politely for a break in conversation. “Excuse me. I couldn’t help but notice you’re last name is Griffin-Kane. Would you by chance be related to Dr. Clarke Griffin?”
“I’m her mother, Dr. Abby Griffin-Kane and this is her step father Marcus Kane.” The older woman explained. The younger brunette stuck out her hand and introduced herself to them.
“Ma’am. I apologize, but your daughter has requested that I accompany her for the evening and I, well I don’t really know what she would like to drink. She’s doing such a good job of securing an extra donation from Mr. Pike right now.” Lexa looked over her shoulder to catch a glimpse of the blonde with her head tossed back in laughter, feeling an intense pull toward the infectious blonde. “I don’t think I should interrupt her.”
“Ah. I see. Well, she likes wine, reds mostly.” Abby revealed. “I’m glad to see you walking around here tonight Miss Woods. It’s not often I get to see my patients fight like you did and live.”
Lexa looked to her confused and Abby gave her a sad smile. “I’m sorry. What?”
“I was the doctor in the ER that night you came in. We nearly lost you three times. Scary situation for anyone, let alone a four year old.”
“I don’t really know what to say to that, except for thank you. I am very glad I have been able to live my life.”
“I don’t do this job for thanks Lexa. I do it for that dopey little smile you just had when you looked at my daughter.” And with that comment, a smirking Abby Griffin-Kane pulled something out of Lexa that no person has managed to since she was about sixteen. A blush.
“I um.” She stammered.
“Go get the wine Lexa.”
Lexa nodded. “Yes ma’am.” Then she allowed her feet to carry her back to the bar, where she ordered a glass of red wine and a scotch. She turned and headed back toward where she had left Clarke, to find her just stepping away from Pike with a small white envelope in hand.
“Mission accomplished. You were fantastic on that set up.”
Lexa smiled and handed her the glass. “Glad I could be of assistance. Here, your mother said you are a fan of reds.”
Clarke’s eyes went wide. “You spoke to my mother?”
“I did. Oh, and apparently she is the one who saved my life all those years ago.” If it were possible for the doctor’s eyes to go wider, they did. She didn’t say anything, but Lexa could feel it coming. “Yes, really.”
“She never told me that. Huh. Thank you for the wine.”
“Of course, I know how to treat a date.” Lexa smirked. “Now, who’s next.”
“We’ll I was thinking we hit up the old guys. I wore this dress for a reason, I barely need to speak with them before they pull out their wallets.”
“Clarke, you’re beautiful, and that dress is amazing. I don’t know how I feel about that whole scenario, though.” Lexa sighed.
“It’s okay Lexa, that wasn’t me being self-deprecating. I love my body. I am completely comfortable with it and the power it holds over dirty old men.” Lexa couldn’t help but chuckle at Clarke’s explanation and confidence.
“Alright, let’s do it.” Lexa relented. She held her arm out, bent at the elbow for the doctor to take. The first few tables, the men gawked at Clarke and were baffled by Lexa’s appearance at the event. They each coughed up a few grand. The fifth table is where they ran into trouble.
“Ah, Mr. Westin. Nice to see you again.” Clarke greeted the eighty-something year old man.
“The young Miss Griffin. Lovely as ever, please join me.” He gestured to the chair next to him. “Who is your friend, dear? She’s almost as lovely as you.” He said with his eyes glued to Clarke’s cleavage, which made Lexa cringe internally and clench her jaw tight.
“This is my date for the evening, Lexa Woods, CEO of Woods Inc. I’m sure a man of your business mind is familiar.” She took a the seat that was offered and nodded to Lexa to sit as well, which she did. “Lexa this is Baron Westin, but he goes by Barry.”
“Nice to meet you sir.” She leans over in her seat to shake his hand.
“Well, if my mind serves me right, I just shook hands with the youngest CEO of a Fortune 500 top 20 company ever.”
Lexa nodded. “That is correct sir, but I can’t take credit for any of it. It was all my father’s doing.”
“Well, isn’t that how it always goes, dear?” He put his hand on Clarke’s knee. “A good man builds a great thing and woman swoops in and takes it. Good thing I sold all my stock in Woods Inc when Henry passed.” Lexa sat up straight and tried her hardest to hold her tongue. “You know dear.” He cooed at Clarke. “That stock dipped twenty two percent that day. Strong men make the world go round.” His hand attempted to slide a bit higher and inward, but Lexa caught him firmly by the wrist.
“First off. Take your dirty, misogynistic hand off my date. Who is a doctor. Not miss or dear. She earned that title.” Lexa growled low, so no one outside of the three of them could hear. “Secondly, my father died, sir. How dare you suggest I stole something from him. Lastly, you are correct, the stock dipped when my father died, as all stocks do when they lose their founder. However, we’re up nine percent from where we were before that dip a year ago. So, you lost out Mr. Westin. Oh and Clarke, give him that envelope, because, Mr. Westin here is going to make a sizable donation tonight.”
He bawlked. “Now, why on earth would I do that?”
Lexa smirked. “Well, you see. Dr. Griffin is an employee of the hospital who’s putting on tonight’s event. That means, what you just did there to her, well she can claim that as sexual harassment suffered in the workplace. Do you really think hospital lawyers are just going to let that go?” They waited at the table long enough for him to sign the donation pledge, then Lexa grabbed Clarke’s had, intertwined their fingers and led them away from the table. She got about fifteen feet before she stopped abruptly. She turned to face Clarke, who was still holding her hand. “If I double everything in those envelopes, would you meet your goal?”
The doctor narrowed her eyes and furrowed her brow, looking confused. “Yes.”
“That would mean your work here is done and you could leave, right?”
“Yes. Yes, it would.”
“Good, because I could think of about a million of things that we could do that would be more fun than watching you get gawked at by the geriatric society.”
Clarke chuckled softly. “Is that your version if ‘let’s get out of here’?” Lexa smirked and nodded. “Meet me by the door in five minutes.”
The CEO gathered her jacket and moved toward the door then glanced at her watch. 9:49pm. She texted Gustus that she would not need his services tonight as she waited for Clarke, who appeared a moment later.
“Do you have a coat?”
“No, I got ready upstairs in my mom and Marcus’ room.” Lexa draped her jacket around her date’s shoulders then offered her arm again. As they hit the sidewalk outside, Lexa realized she did not have a plan.
“Where would you like to go, Doc?”
“Hmm. Surprise me.”
“Would you like to change, or are you comfortable?”
“Depends on where you’re taking me, Woods.”
“How do you feel about art?”
Clarke small smile quickly twisted into a full blown grin. “It’s high on my list of enjoyable things.”
“Well, what’s at the top?”
The grin turned into a smirk. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”
“I know a place, but we are a bit overdressed. I’m fine with that, because it happens to me all the time, but would you be okay?”
“Yes.” The blonde nodded eagerly. “Let’s go.” Lexa hailed a cab and they made their way across town. The car ride was quiet, but not uncomfortable. Clarke found herself playing with Lexa’s fingers on her left hand, then she flipped it over and traced the lines of her palm slowly.
“We’re here.” Lexa whispered. “Stay put for a second.” She slid out of the car, paid the driver and made her way around to the side Clarke was seated on. She opened the door and offered her date a hand, which was taken. They made their way inside of a small cafe.
“What is this place?”
“This is TonDC. It’s technically a bar.” Lexa explained. “But they showcase local artists, and all the walls are chalk board surface, so their patrons can participate in art as well.” She led Clarke to the first wall of artist submissions, hands still intertwined. They stood in front of the largest painting on the wall and studied it.
“This artist is very sad.” Clarke assessed. “It’s beautifully tragic.” Lexa hummed in agreement, before they were interrupted by a soft voice.
“Hello, and welcome to TonDC. Can I get you ladies anythi- oh, hey Lexa.”
Clarke watched as Lexa squared her shoulders slightly and bristled at the woman. “Costia. Hello, I was unaware you worked here.”
“It’s alright Lexa, we’re adults. Besides, Bellamy told me you come here often when he hired me.”
Lexa nodded stiffly. “This is Dr. Clarke Griffin. Clarke this is Costia Jones.”
“Nice to meet you, Miss Jones.” They shook hands softly.
“So, would you ladies like anything to drink?”
Lexa shook her head. “No thank you. I would like to show Clarke the roof.”
“Of course.” Costia pulled a key on a lanyard from her pocket and handed it over. Lexa reached for the doctor’s hand again and lead her through a back corridor and up a flight of stairs. She pushed open the door at the top and revealed a dark rooftop patio. She made her way over to a small covered area and flipped the power on, lighting the rooftop with soft white light.
“Lexa.” Clarke breathed out like a prayer, overwhelmed by the sight. “This is beautiful.” There was a large abstract mural on the wall of the building. Lexa made her way back over to where the doctor was approaching slowly, deciding to be bold, she brushed blonde hair of her shoulder and off to the side and slipped her arms around her waist from behind.
“You’re beautiful.” The CEO whispered and pressed a small kiss to Clarke’s bare shoulder. The doctor’s breath hitched and she turned in Lexa’s arms. She brought her hands to Lexa’s face, cupping it gently.
“I want to stop pretending now. You’re by far the best date I’ve ever had, and I need it to be real.” She leaned in slowly and pressed their lips softly together.
“I stopped pretending five minutes after you asked me.”
One Year Later
“You’re on time this year, Miss Woods. Does that mean Dr. Griffin won’t be stealing you away this time?” Dante Wallace laughed from next to Lexa in line for drinks.
“Not on my life Dante.” Clarke answered from behind him, making her way over. She stepped into Lexa’s space. “Hi.”
Lexa pecked her on the lips. “Hello, Love. How’s it going so far?”
“Decently, but I could use some assistance with Westin after you get our drinks. Oh and Mom and Marcus want to do drinks after.” Clarke kissed her again.
Lexa rolled her eyes at the mention of the old man’s name. “Westin’s here?”
“Not Barry. His son David.”
“Okay, why don’t you head over and I’ll join you as soon as I get the drinks.” Clarke nodded then kissed her cheek.
Okay but what caused Wilford to have such a massive panic attack?
Wilford wakes up to find himself in his room at the Inc., tucked in with the place tidied up just like when he used to come back to the old house late with police sirens blaring in the distance and blood on his hands. He looks down at those same hands and sighs, unsure.
It’s that not-knowing that’s been eating at him, not knowing what Dark has up his sleeve this time, whether it’s real or not. Whether Wilford should even bother hoping or not.
He feels his stomach clench and squeezes his eyes shut. Not again. He can’t do it again. So he claws at his covers and gasps for breath and steels himself. When he’s stable enough to get out of bed, he glances at his bleary-eyed reflection and goes to find the others to apologize.
Remain still? Is he for real? Fuck that, you are not lying on an empty bed and wait! His lost!! You storm out of the hot British lad’s room and end up at the hotel’s lounge, pouring one drink after another to cool off your anger and erotic needs.
“Isn’t it pass your bed time, kid?” Turning around to the familiar voice, “Oh helllloo detective.” You wobbly lean forward to greet him, staring at his messy dark grey hair and captivating brown eyes. Hmm the lazy detective is actually very good looking.
Raises his brows and teases, “Done checkin’ me out yet?” Biting your lips with a lustful grin and answer him playfully. “Nope, hehe it must be the goatee. *hiccup* It makes you look sooooo handsome and manly.” Clearing his throat with his blushing face and gently helps you up. “Okay that’s it kid, time for bed."
The cold night breeze touches your cheek and soon spreads an icy chill through your entire shivering body. "Kid shudnt’ dress like an adult.” Mamoru huffs but covers you with his grey suit jacket. “I’m not a kid!!!!” You pout as he pushes you in a taxi, “Shaddup, you’re such a pain, kid.” You two quarrel throughout the ride, well at least it’s a short ride.
Getting out of the car and find yourself in front of an old apartment. “Oh bringing me back to your place, detective. You perv.” Giggling your way up the stairs as his firm hands supporting your waist, “Shaddup and watch where ya goin!” As soon as the door opens and you’re surprised by his filthy home. “Who’s the kid who live here?” The lazy detective yell another shaddup and flops down on his futon, letting out a yawn after he orders you to shower.
You tiptoe and quietly get into the futon which makes him jump. “What the fuck kid?” His jaw drops wide open and yells, “what.. why are you… I can see…what the fuck man?!” You can’t help but laugh at the blushing detective, (as you’re) in his oversize tee with your harden nipples beneath the thin fabric. “So now you see me as a woman?” Closing the distance as you lean forward, trapping him to the wall behind him.
He gulps nervously and stumbles over his words. “You’re acting … like a kid, I… I’m a grown man. So ..back away, kid… or..” Biting the corner of your lips and whisper to his ear, “Or what?!” Nibbling his earlobe before he’d react, anxiously move your lips to his neck, licking and sucking it hard as he moans, slowly surrenders to your hot sexy seduction.
He watches as you kiss your way down his body, a soft smile spreads across his face as he gently cups your cheek and places his lips on yours. Your body quiver as his right hand moves to your clit, manipulating it with his thumb and two fingers. You gasp and moan, “Fuck me now!"
Eating a plant-based diet is great, but true vegans adopt the entire cruelty-free lifestyle. In almost all cases, ethical reasons are behind their decision to change. Quite often though, even those who simply eat a vegan diet eventually make a full transition because their eyes are opened to the cruelty of various industries. So, they naturally start avoiding leather, wool, down, and personal hygiene and cosmetic products tested on animals. There are more ethical reasons to become a vegan than you are probably aware of. Below are just a few of many.
The main reason to become a vegan is to help stop the constant torture and barbaric slaughter of innocent creatures. Every time you eat a cheeseburger, you are consuming abuse, terror, pain, and death. Animals are genetically manipulated with drugs to grow at an alarming rate. Chickens often can’t walk because their body is too heavy for their legs. You eat these drugs that they’re injected with! Tail-docking, de-beaking, dehorning, and ear-notching are done without anesthesia. Female cows are raped over-and-over, only to have their young ripped from them, so they can be hooked to painful machines that often cause sores. Calves live in dog-house sized “containers” to keep the meat tender for veal. Cows form extremely strong bonds, and witnessing their young taken away is a visual you will never forget, if you see it just once.
Male chicks are generally dropped into a grinder alive because they are of no use to the egg industry. The process is called chick culling, and millions are killed this way daily. Those that aren’t, are killed with electrocution, suffocation, or a break to the neck.
Pigs are kept in stalls so narrow they can never turn around. Some can’t even lie down. They go crazy and chew on the metal that prisons them. An entire lifetime is spent in pain. Did you know pigs are smarter than dogs?
If you are not sure if the vegan lifestyle is for you, watch the following documentaries. Most can be viewed for free online.
• Forks Over Knives
• If Slaughter Houses Had Glass Walls
• Super-Size Me
• Food, Inc.
• The Cove
• A Place at the Table
A plant-based diet is essential for a healthy planet. Raising animals for food uses massive amounts of land, water, energy, and food. Animal agriculture byproducts pollute air and waterways. The planet is running out of precious resources to support SAD (Standard American Diet). A single dairy cow drinks 50 gallons of water daily, and more than 2,400 gallons of water are needed to produce 1 pound of beef. A pound of flour only takes 180 gallons, and lasts a whole lot longer than a pound of meat.
Livestock produce methane, nitrous oxide, and carbon dioxide, the three main contributors to global warming. Approximately 51 percent of greenhouse gas emissions worldwide are attributed to livestock byproducts, according to Worldwide Institute.
One trillion pounds of factory-farmed animal waste are used annually to fertilize crops, which run into waterways. Nitrogen in animal feces is causing algae population to skyrocket. This reduces oxygen that other aquatic species need to survive. Anyone who complains about global warming needs to look at their diet. If you are driving an electric car but eating meat on your plate every day, you’re doing it wrong!
Global Food Shortage
Veganism can put an end to world hunger. More than one-third of the world’s grain is fed to animals that get slaughtered. Meanwhile, four children die of hunger minute of every single day. Is the steak on your plate or that extra-cheese, artery-clogging pizza worth the price of a mother burying her child over a preventable cause?