Of mice and molemen

[Mandaz]

((Moving this here!))
Emli-
The girl smiled as Emli shouted out his strange, broken, words. It took her a moment of replaying the syllables back in her head, but after mouthing it out she got the gist of what he was saying, or asking rather.

“Everything, anything. It’s really fun. The colors, the feel of the paint on my hands, I think someone with big hands like you would love it. But for now, let’s get you cleaned up. I live in the palace; we’ll go to the servant’s room and see what we can give you to wear. Can’t have you meeting our lord all sick looking.”

She led him through the palace, through the smoke filled hallways and faint sounds of giggling and moaning. After a short walk they’d end up behind a pair of heavy wooden doors, in a room of beauty and luxury. The floor was nearly lined with soft pillows, and it seemed in places that the mounds of pillows were replacements for beds, comfortable, soft, and free. The girl let go of the moleman’s hand and started searching through cloth and fabric that lay around the room. After grabbing an armful of colorful, flowing fabrics the girl rushed to a basin in the corner of the room, and brought a small bowl of water and a rag to Emli.

“Here, let me wash your things.” She cooed, rubbing the gunk off of his mask. “Underneath too? Do you mind?”

[littlebean]

Underneath his mask Emli was smiling, because the beautiful woman was smiling. The encounter was so far, going very well. The woman could hardly understand him talk and Emli could hardly hear her, but a smile was good body communication, even if he had difficulty seeing that as well.

But his heart sank when she responded, because this time around there were too many words for him to try to hear and put together. There was vibrating in his ears sure, and the vibrating was soft and soothing. If her words were that soft and soothing he would really like to know what she was saying. Hopefully when he asked her to speak up it wasn't going to be too much of a bother, she was being so nice to him he'd take it if she found him irritating. Before he could ask, he was being led through a bizarre hallway with an overwhelming smell. If he tried really hard he could faintly hear the sounds of giggling and moaning.

He never heard a thing like it before. Like his new friend's voice the vibrations were soft and friendly, but in a more intensely passionate and intimimate kind of way. With another deep breath he took in the scent of the area and beyond the smell of smoke he could smell sweat, pheromones, and bodies upon bodies. His pants suddenly became tighter as he realized exactly what was going on in this hallway. Sex, she was leading him down a hallway where people were having a lot of it.

When they arrived in the luxurious room, Emli stood around taking in his surroundings, completely dumbfounded. There were beds and clothes and again she spoke to him. He felt really bad that he hadn't already answered or heard her reply to his question before hand. Not now though, not while she was making physical contact with him. He didn't want to yell in her face and startle her, so for now he stood there arroused and confused trying to think of a way to solve his little problem.

"Uh.....uh....I-I UH..."

[Mandaz]

He seemed uncomfortable, which was understandable. He was in a new place with many new sites and sounds and smells. She gave a light smile as he stuttered and stammered, finding the masked mole man to be extremely endearing despite his odd appearance. She couldn’t help but let out a little laugh, trying to hold it in behind her hand as she giggled.

“You’re strange, much different from the other guests. I’ve never seen anyone like you before.”

She continued to wipe the mess of blood and vomit from his clothes and mask, doing the best she could without disturbing him. Still, the curiosity overwhelmed her. She didn’t wish to be rude or pushy, but it was in her nature, and in fact in the nature of most of the natives to be extremely curious. She sat up straight on her knees, leaning in a bit to try and see some sort of face behind those dark goggles. Her hand slid up around his forehead, feigning as if she were trying to check his temperature. It may have been a good ploy had he not had a mask blocking her hand from touching his head. Her hand moved upwards to slide to the edges of his head wrap, trying to get a peek of any sort of hair he might have had.

[littlebean]

She was laughing. Now that she was even closer to him he could hear her laughing, and it sounded very sweet. If Emli had ever heard music before in his life, he would describe her laughter as musical, but for now it was just very nice, even though he didn't know what she was laughing at. He didn't see anything remotely funny about his situation, but maybe before hand he was missing something. Maybe he did something strange that made her giggle, even though he couldn't put his finger on it. Perhaps it was a compliment. Emli had never received a compliment, and just the thought that she could have given him one caused him to blush.

"FANK YOU!" He thanked her for the would be compliment. There was no experience with women for Emli, but he felt that since she might have given him a compliment, that he should return the favour. " YOU ARE WERY ICE OO!" Hopefully she liked it and he did a good job saying nice things.



For now Emli stood perfectly still and let her care for him, not wanting to offend her by rejecting her kindness. If he did he could hardly explain himself, so it would be best to play it safe. He was curious about her actions too, wondering why she was feeling his forehead, but he decided that he liked the feeling and let it be. The beautiful island girl could be as curious with him as she wished, because Emli could hardly object to any physical contact she wanted to make with him, but she would be disappointed. Beneath his shomagh and his gasmask was an entirely unremarkable face with uninteresting average features. His eyes were a pale blue, almost white as if he were blind, which wouldn't be too far from the truth, and the most excitement his hair would offer was a dusty pale brown colour and a rough, damaged spikey texture. He was a lot more normal than his loud voice and ruined speech led others to think.

[Mandaz]

“Ooh, what a sweetheart!” The girl said with a smile.

This guest was certainly strange, but that was no reason to leave him unattended. She cleaned him up to the best of her ability, unable to remove some stains from his outer clothing though. She gathered up the rags and water and set them aside, returning with fresh bits of cloth, much more colorful than before.

“I-if...you’d like to change out of your dirty clothes, these should fit!” She shouted. If he shouted, and it was commonplace, then he must have been hard of hearing. Or maybe he came from a land where all they did was shout. Either way, she figured it would make him more comfortable if she raised her voice as well. “They’re not much! Just a shirt and jacket if you’re cold! Your pants aren’t very stained, so you can keep those! But these would be much nicer to wear! Don’t you think?!”

[littlebean]

Emli gasped, he was shocked but it was a pleased kind of shock. Out of nowhere he could hear her voice, and it was very pleasing to his ears. Because of the woman's raised volume the vibrating in his ears was a lot harder, but her voice was soft and casual. To his ears now she was talking at a normal tone instead of whispering like earlier. He was happy to hear her, now this way they could both talk without him making a fool of himself, which would be a shame on his first time talking to a woman from the surface. First impressions are very important.

When he spoke his voice sounded ecstatic, she had just made him very very happy, the compliment made him blush but he didn't mention it to avoid any embarrassing conversation.

"OH WOW FANK YOU! I AN HEAR YOU OW! YOU HAB HUK A WERY WAIS BOICE!"

There was a big smile on his face. Now that they could both speak clearly and understand each other he could be a lot less worried about awkward situations and having difficulty understanding one another. He had jumped over the first hurdle, but now he had to make a second leap over the next one. Just as he over came one obstacle, another one presented itself.

Take off his shirt? Is that really what she wanted of him, no like really?

"HOUL I!? IF YOU WAN ME OO I AN! REARRY!" He said this half way through taking off his shirt, just exposing his belly button slightly. His shirt was moving up and down up and down while he decided if it should stay on his body or off his body. There was little training in manners for Emli, but he feared that he would offend her by not taking her on her offer, so the shirt came off.

"HURR I WIRR OO IH IF YOU WAN! IH WERY WAIS OF YOU FANK YOU! YOU ON' HAFFA BE OH WAIS!"

The shirt was taken off over his head and flung down into a yellow puddle of fabric on the ground. What was revealed wasn't too unusual, it was just a body. An angry looking burn mark covered the left half of his torso, from an explosion in the mines. His body was as hard and chiseled as the stones he dug up at home, strong from a long fifteen years of hard slave labor underneath the earth. For the first time Emli stuttered and made a sound that wasn't spoken at a full blown yell.

"Uh....uh..."

(Okay in case you're having trouble the sentences he's saying in order are "Oh wow thank you I can hear you now! You have a very nice voice!" "Should I if you want me to I can. Really!" and "Sure I will do it if you want. Its very nice of you thank you! You don't have to be so nice!" Sorry xD)