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 Posted: Fri Feb 04, 2011 9:27 pm
Christof was still feeling frazzled from Music class as well as countless other things as he ascended his ladder to Barth's window once again, no backpack nor projects nor... really anything. He needed to help the Demon clean up, as he tried to do at least once a week or more if he could help it, and Calder and Classes had kept him plenty busy over the last couple days. He was unusually quiet as he carefully climbed down into the room, which was saying something all things considered. He stalked past Barth without a look to collect his homework and mail people had shoved under the door, glancing around for any garbage or dishes or laundry to pick up along the way.
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Posted: Fri Feb 04, 2011 9:52 pm
"Don't bother about the laundry," Barth said, also not bothering to look up from his laptop. Why did groanspringers ask so many questions? He wasn't even answering them and his box was full.
Looking at the sheer number of them made him tired. And half of them were some variation of Do you like to sleep? He wasn't sure why people kept asking Colette about him naked, either, she was practically the only one who hadn't seen him. ...But maybe that was the point?
Usually he was all for time-sucks that completely derailed him from doing anything important, but this was a little bit like filling out forms, and the parallels sent an instinctive shudder down his back. He went back to just reading through other people's, and sent a few curious anonymous comments instead.
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Posted: Fri Feb 04, 2011 9:59 pm
No laundry? That made him stop in his tracks, papers in hand as he moved back to the couch, lowering his scarf. It seemed to take him a moment to find his freed voice, but even so there was confusion written all over the words, "You... actually did laundry, Mathter?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 04, 2011 10:06 pm
"No, err, no. I didn't. ...Who told the gnomes about this website, anyway? I didn't even realize they had net access."
He wondered if there was a way to post stalk on this thing.
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Posted: Fri Feb 04, 2011 10:22 pm
Christof shifted, several questions all nagging him at once, and he twisted the papers in his hand as he moved around to the front of the couch in front of Barth. "I'm not wary fond of gnomes," He murmured distractedly. The few times he had gotten on Barth's laptop to check his own groanspring had often been riddled in what he was considering "Gnoming". But... there were more pressing matters than Laundry to be had. "Nnn... Mathter? I... I'we been wondering..." He struggled, trying to figure out how to approach the subject. "Thothe... other Igorth you mentioned... Did they... get into a lot of trouble?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 04, 2011 10:37 pm
"No. Not that I know of. Very good at avoiding trouble, that lot. Aside from the occasional mob. You know how it is with mad scientist groupies."
Igors, with all their skulking and discretion, were less than suited to handle crowd control. Barth was only half-paying attention to Christof, and had not yet noticed the struggle to breach an important topic.
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Posted: Fri Feb 04, 2011 10:44 pm
The couch sagged as the Igor suddenly slumped beside him, hands resting on his knees with the pile of mail on his lap, "Oh," Was all he could manage for a few minutes. Barth's claws occasionally punctuated the silence, a distant clock hammering in the procrastination until suddenly he slumped forward until his forhead rested in the pile of paper, "I do not underthtand what I do wrong! I jutht... I mean, I do what we're thuppothed to, I follow The Ruleth... " He floundered in what was almost a sob. "But eweryone jutht doethn't underthtand! I don't know what I'm doing here! It only maketh thenth when... when I'm at the bench with you or aiding Mithtreth Riley and Mathter Malodore! I jutht... I came here and I had all thith... thith free TIME and..." And he didn't know what to do with himself. He had managed to find things to keep him busy, but all in all, he felt empty when he returned to his room at night.
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Posted: Fri Feb 04, 2011 10:52 pm
The near-sobs caught his attention. Barth finally looked at Christof with unease, closing the laptop. What had he said to him?? They'd just been talking about- what had they been talking about? Had he said something upsetting? He rewound, reprocessing the conversation.
Oh, he was asking him about free time.
That Barth could help with.
"Not good at not being busy? It's alright, you know. To relax every now and again. Most err, people do. I think you've done alright. You've helped me a lot."
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Posted: Fri Feb 04, 2011 11:38 pm
Christof sniffed, straightening a bit now that he had let the floodgates out. He didn't feel any better, though. "What were they like?" He didn't want to admit he hadn't actually... ever met another one of his kind, save for one or two others in his training, but who knew where they were now? And he hadn't gotten along well with them, either. "The other Igorth." Mismatched eyes trembled as they locked on the Sloth Demon needily.
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 9:49 am
Oh boil.
"The other, um?" Barth slid further down into his seat out of a deep-seeded survival instinct that was now veering towards flight mode. He answered in a slow, cautious list of what he assumed were accurate and safe facts. "Igorly, I suppose. Professional. A bit dull. Not the brightest. Good at fetching things? Most of you are good at fetching things. They weren't...particularly...noticeable, I think that comes with the discretion aspect."
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 9:55 am
He seemed to digest this carefully, brows knit as his eyes returned to his hands, "Yeth, dithcrethion ith part of the job dethcription." When outside of the graveyard, he was learning he wasn't terribly good at that. "But... I... I'm a good Igor to you, right?" Again that look of desperation and need for validation.
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 10:03 am
"Err," Barth said, which was not the most reassuring first reaction. Christof was better than he'd hoped to wrangle out of any student when it came to chores and tinkering. But the violence, against himself and others, was a pain in the neck. And a hassle to deal with. Also Barth sometimes had the distinct impression he was being taken advantage of.
"My room's clean. And you know your way around a set of blueprints."
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 10:06 am
The hunchback's eyes narrowed, fingers curling against his palms gently, "But... I'm not like your other Igors?" He had picked up on the hesitation, it would seem.
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 10:09 am
"Well, err, no. Not exactly. I don't...know if it's bad. Necessarily."
Not all bad, anyway.
"...Look, is something bothering you?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 10:16 am
"I jutht... " He floundered, trying to articulate his feelings but coming up blank. He didn't usually have the option of... talking things out. And it made him uneasy. It was a lot easier to pretend there wasn't an issue and continue forth, but clearly something was nagging him. "Other Igorth make it theem... tho eathy."
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