<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/de/46/00/de460000d103b2a84c5891d8aeb1819e.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Wyatt Colton Faulkner (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12370769#msg12370769)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>St. Cloud, Minnesota | His Apartment | January 2014 | 11:30 p.m.<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Silky Levres (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12373275#msg12373275)<br/><strong>Content:</strong><em>What am I doing?</em><br/><hr/><br/>Gone was the apprehensive exterior, witnessed earlier at his job, to be replaced by a humor filled young woman. Involuntarily, Wyatt found himself contemplating if the former had been a façade, a well-practiced act, intended to manipulate him. Dark brown eyes studied Silky closely as she fiddled with the taps, testing the temperature by dipping her fingertip into the constant stream of water.<br/><br/>Could he truly blame her if all of their interactions, at the restaurant and even on the bus, had been rehearsed deception? Did her deception end at simply taking advantage of him?<br/><br/>Anger, or maybe even some sense of cautiousness, should have emerged to the forefront of his mind, especially considering the fact that there were endless stories about murders, robberies, and so forth on the news. Still, Wyatt did not regret his decision. Regardless of her intentions of the reasons behind him, it did not change the fact that he felt inclined to help her.<br/><br/>“I am g-glad you don’t mind,” he stammered out the words before he released a deep exhale from his mouth, a frown forming at his lips. “I don’t have any of that s-s-stuff people like, bubbles or whatever. Just plain water and soap.” Wyatt doubted she would express great disappointment, considering the fact she appeared immensely grateful for the bare necessities a few seconds ago.<br/><br/>He really, really did not feel comfortable asking a woman to basically strip naked. But what was the point of going through the effort of becoming clean if you were just going to put back on the same musty clothes? Another option, other than handwashing hers, was the part with some of his own. Wyatt did not really own much though. Already, he wore the same pants sometimes three times in a single week. Then he honestly doubted his pants would fit her properly, she stood a full head over him and had wider hips.<br/><br/><em>Of course, your first mistake was thinking you needed a plan!</em><br/><br/>Unconsciously, he tightened his grip around her grimy sweater, which thankfully soaked up the sweatiness of his hands. He tried to speak but his tongue refused to cooperate with him. Wyatt then shook his head from side to side in attempt to destroy the false notion that he wanted to have sex with her. Admittedly, underneath all of that filth and despair, he knew Silky was an attractive young woman. Knowing that did not change his mind though. He took a step back, lowering his eyes to the ground.<br/><br/>“Honest, I swear,” he stated, thankfully without a stutter to impede his speech. “I didn’t mean it that way. I’ll wait outside and you can just toss them out of the door.” Before he could hastily step back and close the doors to offer her some privacy, clothes were being tossed in his direction. “Wait. You really don’t have to—.” He protested as he tried to catch the clothes but they just whacked him in the face. Wyatt fumbled around, pulling the clothes from where they hung from his glasses, to reveal his eyes were closed shut.<br/><br/><em>So I guess I should probably show you now.</em><br/><br/>“Please don’t,” he interjected, blindly lifting his hand as if to stop her from making any hasty movements. “I am really s-s-sorry for propositioning at work. I just, I just didn’t know how else to get you h-here. Oh god, that sounds horrible. I’m really not a creep. I swear it!” Despite his protests, he could feel her hands moving through the air, undoing what he suspected to be the bra he glimpsed earlier.<br/><br/><em>I'm Evolved.</em>Everything made sense when she spoke again, voice determined and yet somehow afraid, when she spoke again, revealing herself to be a member of the loathed evolved. “I’m going to wash your clothes,” he stated simply, eyes still closed. “And you’re going to take a bath. You're not a some freak show. You don't need to show me anything. You don't need to prove yourself. Most of all, you don't need to be afraid.” Reaching out, he found the door knob and cautiously stepped back, closing the door and gifting her some privacy. Only when there was a faint clicking sound did he open his eyes, release a deep breath.<br/>