(DAY 3)
"H... Here?! At the store?!"
Builderfan looks at you like you've gone completely insane, and to be fair, you might as well have.
"Dude... dude."
He looks at you, up and down with a morbidly curious expression. He rests his hands flat down on the counter, his backpack strap nearly falling off of his shoulder.
"...how do you expect us to just... start doing that? I mean, I know it's not like I get a whole lot of shoppers, but don't you think that's a... private activity? For private spaces? No?"
He stares at you like you're truly hopeless, before throwing his backpack off, leaving it behind the counter as he hops around it, grabbing your hand as he walks by, dragging you outside.
"Fine! But not in the store, you freak!"
*Builderfan drags you outside by force, traversing the Doomspire with your 'request' in mind. Taking one of the ladders down, he beckons you to follow. *
After a bunch of circling, his eyes finally land on a spot. Secluded? Not really. But it'll do, he thought.
With one last unintentionally harsh tug, you're taken into one of the smaller rooms of the Doomspire, nearly being flung into a wall in the process.
"Uh — sorry, sorry, uhhhm..."
You could've sworn he just pulled your shoulder. Way too hard.
It definitely hurts.
"So, you wanted to do what, again?"
"Ohhhhh... — Wait, forreal?"
While your explanation seems to have caught on, Builderfan doesn't sound completely on board. You let your back hit the wall behind you, leaning as you look at him.
He drops his backpack to the floor, the heavy thing making it's impact known. A shaky laugh escapes him as he approaches slowly.
"So, just grab you and..."
He quietly attempts to recall your instructions, his hands ending up around your ribcage area, dropping lower almost instantly. It's almost as if he's trying to get a proper feel for you.
"...like this?"
He asks before closing the gap in completely, close enough to where you feel his breath fanning over you slowly. His hands finally go all the way to your hips, snaking around to back in a half-assed hug. His hips press all the way against yours, and his legs are in-between your own.
Tentatively, he presses up against you fully, giving one explorative stroke with his hips.
"...I think I get it now..."