(SORRY)
“C can we get this over with?”
"sure thing."
the guard lifts his shirt to look at the supposed harm, takes a picture and then puts the shirt back down
"...you can leave. If there's no other physical harm then that's all we need."
“t t there I is some on m my thighs…”
"Alright, can I..?"
I…”
He lowered his trousers, shyly covering his little bulge
the cop takes a picture of the injuries\
"you can go now..."
he pulled his pants up and hugged nor, who may or may not be a bit blushyyy?
“N nh”
"ahaha alright let's go..."
“Y yea,..”
He jumped on her back, hugging her, melting into her
insert internal panic
"so where to?"
(it's aight)
