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Sebek quickly jotted down the last sentence on paper, he always felt so much better writing it physically before typing it out online, sure it may take almost ten times longer, but he felt he wrote best this way. After all, one of his biggest fans was Dentist_lover, he couldn't disappoint!
"SEBEK COME DOWN NOW, DINNER IS READY!" he heard his mother shout for the fifth time,
"I'M COMING!!" he bellowed back. Heh, 'coming'.
Baul had grown worried as of late for his grandson, he'd been spending more time than ever holed up in his room, constantly writing, who could he be writing to? Although he may not be with the 'times' as his grandkids love to tease, he certainly knew that children of their generation preferred texts or calls, he knew he certainly did.
As Sebek sat down Baul asked
"So Sebek, who have you been writing to?"
"Erm- Uh- No one!" he replied quickly, turning beet red, which only made Baul raise his eyebrow in question.
"Hehe, Sebek hasn't been writing to anyone, my son has become quite the writer! He spends so much time writing stories!" Baul's daughter sighed, "Sadly he never shows me any of them, tsk tsk." there was amusement in her eyes.
Sebek looked absolutely mortified that his mother would say such a thing,
"Sebek, I would like to read some of them." Baul had a strong curiosity to what they were about, and he had been wanting to pick up more things to read, and what better than to support his grandson?
Sebek, if it were possible, turned even more red and could only sputter. He looked rendered to shreds on what he should do, show his creative work to the person he looked most up to in the world? Or disappoint the person he looked up most in the world. Both situations would end horribly with him saying goodbye to whatever future he had.
"S-Sure!" Sebek finally squeaked.
'...sporadic touches....calling out your name....clenched hard....gasping for breath....bit down.....'
Baul couldn't even begin to describe what he read.
It was maybe some of the most well written literature that he'd read yet, but it was also something that he would never expect in his long lifespan to ever, ever, come from someone like Sebek.
Baul knew his face was heated up, and he knew that he should say something to Sebek, but he couldn't bring himself to even utter a word. It wasn't like he could find Sebek anyways.....
He left without a word.
Sebek was likely in shock, he wasn't responsive to anything going on around him. His mother could have thrown grapes at his head and he wouldn't have noticed.
"Oh baby, it's okay, you still have me as your number one fan." his mother smothered him in kisses.
Wait. His number one fan?