Conner's joints felt better after sleeping on Lizard's homemade bed. He also seemed to have gotten better rest; his spirits were what had really improved, however, as he'd managed to recognize the mutant's manipulatable personality.
Acting weak or being unconditionally nice to the ugly hick was his newest mission. He now had, for the most part, and inlking of hope at the chance of escaping. He needed this, though, needed something to cling to.
Conner now waited, waited for the mutant to rear his repulsive head again.
But he didn't come. Hours passed, the light behind the cloth at the entrance got dimmer. Night came, his hope began to, again, fade. He was tired all over again. Sleep beat the fuck out of him, once again.
He curled up, kitten-esque in his form, disappointed.
Maybe he'll come tommorow.
Lizard stared at him. He wasn't horny in the least- so he had utterly no idea why the hell he'd been so tempted to come back here. He'd snuck back in no less than five minutes ago and found himself unable to do anything but stare at this human.
He watched every slow and gentle heave that his body went through as he slept, content in his dreams. Lizard breifly wondered what it was that he was dreaming about. He himself hadn't ever had any good dreams- expect the one where he was a shiny, ebony beetle skittering across the desert and crawling in and out of corpses. Then again, that hadn't been a good dream just not a bad one.
He then furrowed a brow. Do humans even dream?
He realized his urge to touch him, his fingertips throbbing to feel the surface of the human's flawless skin; excpet, this wasn't his normal sexual urge. He merely wanted to touch him, perhaps just his face or maybe...
The young man's blond hair caught his attention. It was, for lack of a better word to describe it, silky in appearence. He resisted no longer; he gently slid his hand down, curling his fingers in the blond locks easily. He didn't tug or pull, simply ran his fingers through it. It was weird, feeling someone elses hair without tugging or pulling.
He then reached a knot in the back- where he'd knocked him out. He suddenly felt a little...bad for doing that. He didn't regret it nor did he feel the need to make amends for it- he just didn't like the idea that he'd done it, He reasoned with himself. Like the time he'd tripped Ruby into a freshly wettened pile of sand after a heavy rain- he hadn't exactly felt good after he'd done it; but he certainly didn't regret laughing at it. This situation was no diffrent, he told himself.
"Mnh..." Conner squeezed his fingers together, his lips quivering. Lizard paid no attention- he'd seen humans sleep before. They often made noises and movements like that and remained asleep.
But this boy didn't. His eyes snapped open.
"Wha..?"
Lizard jerked his hand away a second too slow. Son of a bitch.
"Liz..?"
The mutant's heart rammed against his ribs hard. "What the fuck you want?" He snapped a shade too quickly, his face reddening.
"I...I..was just wondering what you were..?" Conner's own face was a little pink. That thing was just petting him. He was sure of it.
"Non'a yer concern." He heaved himself up, kicking a small bit of dirt at the boy. "Go ta fuckin' sleep."
"Night, Lizard." He smiled again, snuggling against his blankets and closing his eyes obediently.
"Fuck you," Lizard spat on the ground near the entrance.
And fuck this cold...