>The next morning, he woke up groggily. Doll was still cuddling while slightly on top of him. Their clothes scattered all over the room. And their bedsheets stained with bodily fluids.
>He realized that Doll had stayed over, and that her parents would have taken notice when their only daughter didnt come home.
>Boyzi slowly got up, while assessing the damge to his bedframe, and the structural integrity of his pelvis.
>Doll woke up while he was getting dressed, And was smiling, she looked...proud of herself for some reason. Before boyzi could say anything to her, he heard his electronic doorbell ring. Then again, and again.
>Boyzi tells Doll to get dressed, and wait while he talks to his father, Khan. He was going to have to figure out some way to sneak Doll out, or explain this to Khan.
>Boyzi knew he had fucked up the moment he opened his front door. It was not Khan, it was Yeva.
>Boyzi had never seen such an expression from a worker drone. Or even a disassembly drone. He was slightly taller than Yeva, but it didn't help/ Her eyes were haunting. Pure rage, being filtered through a calm demeanor. For the first time in a while, Boyzi felt fear.
>Yeva knew Doll was here. Yeva knew what they had been doing as well. Boyzi didn't get the chance to fix his messy hair.
>He knew Yeva was thinking about what to do. Boyzi was the son of Nori, her closet friend who had died. Yeva had know Boyzi since he was a pill-baby. And she knew that he was Doll's loved-one. But the though of Doll being tainted before marriage was burning through her mind as well.
>Doll, wondering why she did not hear Boyzi and Khan taking after she heard the door open, walked out. Luckily, she was fully dressed, but stopped immediately once she made eye contact with her mother.
>Yeva looked over at Boyzi, and said with a deep, feminine voice: "Please excuse us for a few moments, I need to speak with my daughter....". She spoke english, with a deep russian accent.
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