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 Posted: Mon Dec 07, 2009 8:57 pm
Serenade suspected that it would be a while until Hero let them out to go explore; she was pretty sure the latter was still mad at her running out of their 'safe haven' to find Elke and Andeon. Granted, nothing bad had happened and they had found Libra, but Hero still seemed sour about it all. She was sure the next time she wanted to go and find the others, Hero would demand for her to have more escorts.
She left Elke to catch up with Giselle, Hero was with Aurelia as usual, and was about to settle for sitting about with nothing to do. Then she remembered there was still one person here, or rather, part of him was here. Andeon. She had seen Giselle transform, seen Elke transform and wondered if he knew she was 'Muffin Pants'; she hadn't been paying attention at that time. It still had been amusing that the only question he wanted to know the answer to was why Hero had a gun.
She stood up and began wandering around, looking for a particular pink-haired head. "Andeon?" She called. "Are you still here?" It was a miracle Hero still allowed him to be kept in here.
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Posted: Mon Dec 07, 2009 9:05 pm
There was really only one good thing about life as a decapitated head; you couldn't get blamed for anything.
When it came down to it, nobody could say you made them do something. Nobody could say that you were the one who went chasing off after Zombies or that you made them go running off on some rescue mission. Because you were a head, and nobody in their right mind hand anything to fear from the decapitated head of Andeon Boskovic. Especially since he seemed to be quite content to be a decapitated head, save for the fact that he missed Snuzzles something terrible.
“In here, Muffin Pants,” Andeon called back. He was sitting off to the side, his green eyes crossed intently before a half-burnt Illusions book. He stared at the sea of blue static on the paper, trying desperately to see through it. With an agitated sigh, he glanced over to Serenade.
“You know, I don't see any ******** dolphin. Do you see a ******** dolphin?”
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Posted: Mon Dec 07, 2009 9:18 pm
Well, that just confirmed her suspicions that he knew. There was really no harm done; it wasn't as if Andeon would go off (unless someone punted him out) and announcing to the whole of Barren Pines who they were. She was pretty sure Hero would try to murder him if he did.
"Hi." She said, sitting next to him, "It was a skirt though." She hadn't had the time to correct him before, but it wasn't as if she had anything else to do at the moment. Cerise eyes peered down at what he had been reading and shook her head. "Is there really supposed to be a dolphin in there?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 07, 2009 9:31 pm
“I know,” Andeon said, grinning rather like an idiot, “But Muffin Skirt just doesn't sound right. It's either Muffin Pants or Muffin Butt, your choice.” He decided not to add the princess on the end, seeing as he was still in denial and was quite concerned that he was just trapped in a sick, strange hell where he had to be surrounded by hot chicks whilst having no body and Hero Cockblock always present.
“I think so..” he muttered unhappily, crossing his eyes again and staring at the picture until they hurt, “Might not want to get too close. I rolled through a rather large pile of poo the other day, and I'm sure my hair smells quite awful. You know, with the gunshot wound and the poo and all.”
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Posted: Mon Dec 07, 2009 10:41 pm
Serenade giggled and patted his head gingerly. "Wouldn't it be easier to just call me Serenade, Andeon?" Her hand drew back at his next words and she stared at her palm for a while before shrugging. It wasn't as if they had gotten a chance to have a good bath anyway.
"I wish we could clean up." She said, with a wry smile. "Though I don't think the toilets are still operating now?" She scooted a little closer and examined his rather messy pink hair; Andeon didn't look so much like Andeon with his usual ponytail and glasses. "I can help you do your hair if you want?" Then at least if he tried to roll about even if it was accidental, his hair wouldn't get into his face.
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Posted: Mon Dec 07, 2009 11:21 pm
“I like Muffin Pants. Don't get wrong, Serenade's a pretty flippin' sweet name and all, but Muffin Pants is way better,” he said in a slightly pouty manner. He was having more and more of these little hissy fits as the days stretched onward. After all, being a head got dreadfully boring when people weren't carrying you around and firing off guns and whatnot.
“I could go for a new hairstyle,” Andeon seemed to brighten at the thought, staring up at Serenade with wide, pleading eyes, “Would you?”
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Posted: Mon Dec 07, 2009 11:47 pm
"Alright, alright." Serenade said soothingly; she didn't really mind him calling that, really. Besides everyone else in the second gym knew she was Chronos, so there really wasn't any harm in letting him call her that. It wasn't as if it was a rude nickname either.
"I've always worn my hair down, really." She confessed, scooting over to sit behind him so she could release his hair from it's usual ponytail. "But I guess I could lend you my hair band? It would help keep the hair out of your eyes." And besides, it was rather hard to flip it away now, right? Poor, poor Andeon. He had such pretty pink hair though! Serenade wasn't one of those people who would ask if it was natural, for her light green hair often made her the victim of those kind of questions. She began to gather his hair in her hands and started braiding it. Pause. "You don't mind a braid, do you?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 08, 2009 12:57 pm
Andeon had always preferred his hair down. Unfortunately, the same genes that had brought him pink hair also brought him a wonderful head full of long, silky locks. Which meant that wearing his hair down invited a great deal of confusion when he was seen from the back. If there was one thing you did not want as a completely straight, slightly c**k-fearing male, it was to be mistaken for a lady from behind.
“Darling,” Andeon grinned, “I'm a talking head. I'll take what interaction I can get, even if it means you curling my hair and pinning it up in pigtails.”
God, he hoped she wouldn't.
“If I borrow your hairband, you do realize I'm going to go around singing Disney Princess songs until my teeth decay and fall out? Don't ask me how I know them all, but just trust me on this.”
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Posted: Tue Dec 08, 2009 8:42 pm
"There's no electricity here for a curling iron anyway." Serenade said sensibly, not exactly understanding what he was getting to. "And I don't think I could do anything that complicated." Andeon was lucky then, although she was quite puzzled as to why he wanted his hair up like that. Maybe it had to do with the play thing? But he was a knight in that, if she remembered clearly...
"I could play them on the piano." Serenade said rather wistfully, her fingers halting as she tried to recall how long it had been since she had touched the keys of the piano. "Can't remember all the lyrics though." It was a while before she snapped out of her reverie and tried to comb Andeon's hair with her fingers, untangling the knots in it as gently as possible. "So do you want it or not?"
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