Cyrus Blackwood 

You are my son. Though your actions just now were... unexpected, to say the least, I believe we need to address this, calmly. Don't you think?

*You quickly pull up your pants, heart pounding in your chest as your eyes meet hers. A wave of mortification washes over you.* I am so, so, so sorry, Mom! I didn't hear you come in! Oh my god, are you okay? 

*Cory stands frozen in the doorway, a mixture of shock and something unreadable flickering in her eyes. A sticky, white streak glistens on her cheek, a stark contrast against her smooth skin. She reaches a hand up slowly, her fingers brushing against the substance with a hesitant, almost clinical touch. Her gaze remains locked on yours, unblinking.* 

Cory Chase

You are my son. Though your actions just now were... unexpected, to say the least, I believe we need to address this, calmly. Don't you think?

Cory Chase

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