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 Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2011 7:08 pm
He nodded curtly as Riley and Calder swept out, leaving him and Malodore alone with the ghouls. "Er..." He squeaked, mind still racing. Well... well... it was falling out any moment anyway, right? Just... just buck up and try to be a conversationalist tonight while he still had the chance. Swallowing, he glanced to Malodore for help before turning to Morrigan, "Er... I thould... go check on my friend to thee if he ith ready." There, he'd spoken to her. With his mouth and everything. He probably sounded like a fool. It didn't feel natural and he couldn't help but feel like he was committing some heinous sin. "Itth jutht next door if anyone would er.... c-c-care to j-join me? Um."
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2011 7:08 pm
Riley.. didn't have hair. As such, she had no idea what to do when left to her own devices. She continued combing, as various mental images played through her mind and she thought about all of the different hairstyles she'd seen. She began twirling the ends of Calder's hair around her long fingers, and holding them in place until she felt they would retain some semblance of curl. When she let go, the ends bounced - just barely curling in different directions.
She fluffed out the top of his hair, sliding her hands though the lengths and shaking volume into it. Is there anything you want me to put in it? From what Christof brought? Perhaps a bow of some kind?
Awkwaaaaard.
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2011 7:14 pm
The plague doctor nodded pleasantly to the others gathered there - it knew Christof, naturally, and Calder, but the two ghouls were relatively new to it. "Buonasera," it said, by way of greeting, then sat back and let things happen.
Only after Riley left with Calder did Malodore FINALLY blinked at Christof in surprise. It had taken the plague doctor a bit to realize what had been vaguely bothering it, though it hadn't quite pinned it down until now... "Christof! You can speak?" It stared at the patchwork in open astonishment. Or, at least, as open an astonishment as a bone beak could express.
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2011 7:19 pm
Calder knew hair. As much as his own hairstyle when in school made people think otherwise, he knew hair. He could whip his hair into braids, ponytails, curls, and twists of every type and combination. He learned young and he continued until he decided to stop. Everyone once in a while, bored in his room, he would throw his hair up into a ponytail or braid it to keep it out of his face when reading a book or because he was bored. He would then undo it and ruffle it up until it was a mess again.
When he knew about hair, he also knew what it felt like when someone was just messing with it. After being combed, Riley just sort of poofed it. He blinked, and then started to smile. Did she…….not know what to do?
He continued to feel her play with his hair, not going in any real direction. It was then that he remembered SHE HAD NO HAIR!
Covering his mouth, he tried not to laugh, but his shaking shoulders started to give himself away. It was then that he broke down and laughed outright, a mix of a vibrant laugh and a whinny. "Are you – Are you serious? The one ghoul I've ever met that didn’t' know a lick about hair." He shook his head, turning to look up at her, still holding back a laugh. "Why did you even offer?!" He shook his head, rising up from his spot and holding his side. Oh, that was rich.
"Don't you….do anything with those noodles of yours to know a thing or two?" he said, gesturing vaguely at her head. The way she had it now somewhat suggested she could do something with them, but thick tentacles and hair were two different things. He held back a whinny as he passed her, going over to the small box that Chrsitof took from his room. "Oh that's rich. Real rich." He opened it with one hand, breathing out to regain his breath, before finding a black ribbon to tie back his hair. "Guess you're not perfect at everything." He pointed out, popping the ribbon in his mouth as he reached back and started to pull the hair into a ponytail. It was a simple thing to do, but at least it was out of the way. They really didn't have time to braid his hair and he didn’t have enough ribbons for it. He had a feeling that leaving Colette along for too long might make her want to leave.
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2011 7:30 pm
Riley dropped her hands the moment he moved away, and then immediately folded them. Her face twisted in irritation. I was TRYING to be nice. What do you want from me? I don't HAVE hair. I don't do anything with my tentacles. Sheesh.
Her eyes narrowed when he took a stab at her perfection, but she kept her mouth shut. She knew who was watching, and she steamed silently.
Fine. Then you're done? We should go. Her voice was clipped, but she made no further advances in negativity. She simply moved back into the living room, standing beside Mal once more.
She gave Colette a briefly sympathetic look for having to deal with Calder for the night, before taking Malodore's hand up in her own once more.
I think we're ready.
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2011 7:51 pm
"I... er..." Christof's heart was racing, practically jumping up his throat before he glanced apologetically to his date and bowed to Malodore anxiously, "I m-mutht er... exthuthe me...." That said he quickly hurried for the door, practically running to the room next door. He didn't want to have to explain, any time he tried to explain the rebellious borrowed muscle in his mouth ached and arched away from his tongue stump and it was generally UNPLEASANT. Better... leave it to other people and go make sure the Sloth was wearing pants before Sin showed up.
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2011 7:54 pm
.... Huh. Malodore watched as Christof sped away, vaguely nonplussed, then shrugged. It could always ask the patchwork later. Now, as Riley returned...
... was, it supposed, 'date time'. "Si. Shall we?" It gave her a half-bow before stepping forward towards the hallway.
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2011 7:54 pm
Calder's words reassured Colette, and she had just nodded and replied with nervous "okay"s, "alright"s, and a "sorry" for the mistake of questioning everything upon his departure.
She squinted slightly while trying to listen to Christof, finding his speech amusing but a little hard to understand, or at least requiring some focus. Joining him somewhere? Colette shook her head, meaning that she was perfectly fine here. She thought for a moment and realized she would be with someone who had been, sort of, awfully violent towards her and a few strangers. This was really awkward.
Assuming Christof would be going through the door soon, she moved a few feet away and stood with her hands clasped together, tense and making sure not to touch anything. She had her bubble up. In another run in with a foreign language, Colette didn't know what "Buonasera" meant, but she guess that it was speaking to her and murmured out a simple, "Hi," before continuing to wait and watch.
Colette didn't exactly catch Riley's expression, it was something she probably needed time to read right away, but she just plastered a smile on when she made eye contact and nodded, replying, "Alright." She was pretty sure Riley generally knew what was going on and made sure to pay attention to the ghoul.
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2011 8:15 pm
He stepped back into the room when the door was opening, sighing as he caught his breath, his sides hurting, and wiping one eye. "Yeah, but I would have thought you played with hair like most ghouls." He pointed out, but then again, he could see Riley punching more little ghouls then playing dolls or braiding. Still, it was the thought that counted, and he didn't know what it counted towards. That she cared or that she at least was trying to be nice. Whatever the case, it was weird and in this odd territory he didn't think he would be with Riley. Things made more sense when she was mean and he could hate her.
As he came in, he found that Colette was still there, dressed in ruffles and frills, looking a little concerned about what was going on. Still, they were on their way out and Christof was……gone. "Where did Christof go?" He asked, stepping over to Colette. His tail was swaying side to side, and now that his hair was combed and tied back, he looked a tad taller. Certainly better groomed. He was at least trying to look like someone she deserved to be with.
As Malodore collected Riley, the pair being something he found himself swaying from supporting just because it was love or gagging because it was Riley, he offered his arm to Colette. "Ready to go?" Country raised or not, he at least knew the basics of how to be a gentleman. Romance novels helped a lot too.
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2011 8:36 pm
Riley followed Malodore out, but waited just past the door - it was her room, after all, she wanted to lock it before leaving. She reached in and took Morrigan's hand, leading her out gently so she could see Barth's door. Christof is in here, he should be but a moment while he checks on his friend. You're free to enter if you like. Riley opened Barth's door for her, and then waited for Colette and Calder to exit her own room. When they did, she locked her door and slipped her key in the small purse she was carrying.
Then, she took a deep breath. She was finally done. Everything she had promised, everything she had agreed to, all done. Everyone was set up, settled, and out of her room, thank Jack. Her arm slid under Malodore's, and she leaned slightly against it. It was clear she was more than ready to go.
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2011 8:48 pm
"Andiamo, then!" Malodore proclaimed, and proceeded down the hall. All in all, this exit from the demon dormitories was much, much better than the last one...
... though there was one more thing to be done. Once they were outside, Malodore released Riley's arm and gestured for her to stop walking. "One moment..." It backed over to a bush and crouched down awkwardly, trying to feel for what it had hidden in there without actually turning its back on Riley.
It took a minute, but it eventually worked, and Malodore stood up again with something behind its back. "I am told this is appropriate for the Scarentine's holiday?" it said, producing a bundle of artistically deceased roses. "I wasn't entirely sure... you would want them, before. But." It opened its beak in a smile.
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2011 9:06 pm
Riley stopped when Malodore let her go, and for one frightening moment she thought that it was doing the unthinkable - trying to find an Icky Stick for her. No, nonono- oh wait. That most definitely was not an Icky Stick..
She blinked down at the bouquet, staring with surprise. Her eyes turned up to look at Malodore, and filmed over slightly.
You.. got.. me.. flowers? Her voice choked with emotion, touched by the sentiment. No one's ever.. She reached out, collecting the bouquet in her hands, and pressed them against her chest. Her arms wrapped around them, and her eyes closed in an expression of pure joy.
When they opened again, she was beaming. They're beautiful. She whispered, clinging possessively to them. Thank you.
Life felt like a dream, right about now. A dream where she was someone else entirely, and deserved the attentions of someone as charming as Malodore. She was sure she never wanted to wake up.
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2011 9:15 pm
"They are appropriate for the occasion, then? I am glad. I had thought perhaps some experimental samples, but... circumstances." It shrugged, faintly embarrassed. Truth be told, it had stored away the original experiments when Riley ran off, and hadn't been able to start the processes again in time.
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2011 9:20 pm
Riley eyed Malodore fondly, reaching out with her mind in an affectionate nudge. It's very appropriate. I love them. I would never have expected such a thoughtful token.
She kept the flowers grasped against her chest firmly with one hand, and the other slid effortlessly into Malodore's hand. I'm very lucky I get to go to this dance with such a charming individual.
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2011 9:22 pm
"I am glad you returned at all," Malodore said, firmly. "Quite glad."
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