Poke. Slenderman Prompt 6. (4 and 4)
Alana flinched as a sowing needle pricked her hip and jerked her head in the direction of her assailant. “Stop poking me!” “I wouldn't have to keep poking you if you'd just stay still.” Trenderman, or simply Trender as he seemed to prefer, responded matter-o-factly. If not a little exasperatedly. Pulling back his hand, the fashion diva removed the needle from the skirt only to push it through another seam; all without acknowledging the glare he knew he was receiving. “I am staying still.” Alana growled, contrarily twitching as she looked down distrustingly to his hand before back to his face. Or where one should be anyways. “I only keep moving because you keep poking me.” “I am doing no such thing. And no you are not. If you want to stop getting poked then just stay still.” If it didn't risk ruining the outfit he'd have likely held her in place by force. As it was he already had half a mind to do so anyways but he was particularly pleased with this skirt. So he settled for speaking tartly, in actuality doing his honest best not to harm the girl. Not that it seemed to matter to her, who turned her head away with a sharp huff.“Ugh, I told you I already am!” She all but shouted but, to her credit, otherwise seemed to finally still her movements. Of course, the key word here being seemed.Poke. “Ow! Okay, that one was on purpose!” Heaving a heavy sigh, Trender stood to his fullest height once he, yet again, removed his hand. While clearly impossible to see, he bowed his head and closed his eyes, using two fingers of his free hand to push up his glasses. The fact of which they had otherwise stayed on his featureless, ears included, face the entire time a mystery that always boggled Alana, though also not really the point of focus at the moment. His other hand, still gripping onto the needle, formed a light fist which he then pressed against his hip. “Alana.” He started, lowering his hand from his face as he straightened his head to look at her. She flinched, quickly becoming uncomfortable and shifted on her feet as she avoided his gaze by looking the other way. “I don't know what's gotten into you tonight but you do realize the more you move the more mistakes I'll end up making. And the more mistakes I end up making, the longer you'll need to be in here.” He continued firmly, removing his hand from his hip to cross both arms against his chest; an invisible but very evident frown formed on his face. Of course, he didn't need a face for Alana to know that, or for her to even look at him for that matter. “.... Nothings gotten into me. You just keep poking me with that needle.” She grumbled, still refusing to look in his direction. If anything her eyes darted even further and, unintentionally mirroring him, raised her own arms to cross over her chest. Trender's frown deepened and his arms noticeably tightened.“Alana.” She winced, the sound leaving her lips before she could stop it. Along with it yet another flinch, this one a touch stronger than the last. And along with both of them? That annoying sense of guilt she always got when she knew she was being difficult and, more than that, knew he knew. Or any of the others, really. But, aside from Slender, only Trender in particular seemed able to make her this uncomfortable. Probably because he was one of the fastest to call her out on things like that, while someone like Offender would likely just encourage her further somehow. “.... You know, I really hate the fact that I can tell you're basically scowling at me.” She grumbled and, though still uncomfortable, turned her head back around; tilting it upwards though she stood on a foot high platform. This time it was Trender's turn to huff. “I do not scowl.” He retorted, posing himself so his hip was suddenly held out to the side while his fingers drummed on his arm. “And that is not the issue here.” He tilted his head, the glasses on his face staying in place and somehow gave the impression he raised an eyebrow. “I know you don't exactly enjoy having new clothing made for you, especially when it's not your personal taste, but you can't live off of just jeans, t-shirt and hoodies.”'Oh yeah? And why not?' While it may have not mattered in the long run, given his telepathy, Alana bit the inside of her lip and kept herself from saying so aloud. She couldn't, however, bite back a frown nor a twitch as her eyes narrowed at him for a split second.“ .... Yeah, well...” She turned her head away, arms still firmly crossed against her and only becoming tighter as she huffed out a sigh. “It's not like I'll be wearing this stuff very often in the first place.... And it's not like I want to be pricked with a da- stupid needle just to try and make you stop.” Because heaven knows how well that worked any other time she's tried doing exactly that. Trender paused and the finger that had been tapping against his arm stilled as he stared down at the girl.“Having nice clothes isn't going to kill you, Alana; regardless of how often you plan on wearing them or not.” He responded sternly. Hmph! 'That stuff' indeed. Honestly, that insulted him far more than her almost cursing. Along with her thinking it was perfectly acceptable to wear the same thing over and over again. Honestly, was he seriously the only one with any fashion sense around here?“And if you really want me to stop pricking you, just. Stay. Still.” He almost growled, if growling wasn't considered too undignified for him. The exasperation, on the other hand? As clear as the full moon on a cloudless night. This time, Alana didn't retort. While a part of her wanted to continue arguing another just felt too tired. Did she honestly think he was pricking her on purpose? ... Not really. Maybe a little with that last one in particular but... yeah, no. As much as she'd like to put the blame on him she couldn't. No more than she already tried to, at least. So, as unfortunate as it was, it seemed as though she was truly stuck there until the fashion diva got what he wanted. And at this, Alana groaned and let her arms drop to her sides.“... Ugh this is stupid.” “Agreed.” The glasses wearing slender nodded and dropped own his arms. “Now,” he paused, kneeling down and reaching out to gently grasp where he had left off. “Stay. Still.” ............ Poke.
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