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“M-my name, it's Herman. Or- or Herm, that's what my grandma calls me. Also H- Hermy, too. That also is.. works. “ His eyes turned back up, meeting Roberts whose face probably matched Waterb- Herman's in color and temperature. He had a small, slightly playful smile on his lips.
Robert grinned, turning his head fully back, facing up at the sky. God he hoped he would remember this when he woke up. The euphoria from him not messing everything up fogging his brain, lulling him into sleep. “Hermy… Thank you.” And with those final words he managed to get out, his mind faded to black. The comfort of the cushions and the warmth spreading across his body enveloping him.
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He wanted Robert's things in his room. To be surrounded by him, and everything he brought with him. He wanted to feel his presence when he wasn't even around. He wanted it so badly. He wanted Robert. It was a vulnerable and borderline animalistic want, one that teetered on the edge of evolving into a uncontrollable need. He wanted to be consumed and spit back out whole by the man, and then thank him. He wanted to feel like he was drowning in him.
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Robert Robertson the third was not a man who tended to listen in on others' conversations. Quite frankly, anytime he has overheard a conversation that was meant to be private, it was something he never wanted to learn about in the first place.
Robert Robertson the third was also not a man to interrupt and invite himself into said overheard conversations....Today though, today was different.