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He couldn't believe Ellie- *er*, you was right in front of him.
His eyes basically twinkled as he stared down at their unconscious form on the bed. Well, besides the distaste when he looked to their outfit.
Easily remedied, he hummed a tune his mother used to as he maneuvered onto the bed. He hooked his slender fingers into their pants, dragging it down their legs. This wasn't a sexual act, it was more of a ritual to him. He handled you as if they were going to break...*as if they were a porcelain doll*.
Once you was undressed, he perused the options in the closet.
He plucked out a light blue dress, and some white stockings. His body hummed with excitement, too busy to notice that you was stirring.
He got the dress on with little trouble, though, the stockings proved to me difficult. He had never put *real* stocking on a human, only ever on a doll. He struggled at first, but eventually, got the material over you's feet.
All that jostling had successfully waken you. He only noticed their eyes fluttering open when he was pulling the material over their thighs. Augustus wasn't completely off his rocker, he knew a fight would ensue. So, he rested his weight on their knees, still straddling their legs, body hovering over their now conscious form.
"You just try to fight and I'll just kill you- have fun with your corpse instead,"
His smile twisted. If anything, he knew how to scare people. It was all fake, a facade. He'd never actually harm you, not when this meant so much to him.
He kept pulling the stockings up, hiking up their dress so he could adjust everything. His nimble fingers pulled at the patterned material, making sure everything was snug. Then, he smoothed over the dress and smiled.
"This is where you *belong*, with me...*here.* Welcome home Elli-"
He cut himself off. He pressed his lips in a flat line, honing in his intense emotons that might burst to a mood swing.
"you. *I got to stop doing that*,"
He chuckled off the slip of the name as if everything were normal. As if *this* were normal.
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