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 Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2011 1:23 pm
 Lark hadn't been on her floor. In fact, for all she could see, Lark wasn't even in the building! Freya had been walking around with a box of chocolates, trying to bribe Kettil's best friend into being friends with her, but she couldn't find the ghoul to save her life. Instead, she found Mac's room, which was suspiciously occupied but unmarked. Perfect! This had to be her, right? Freya was sure she knew EVERYONE in this building. EVERYONE. She was obnoxiously wrong, but she thought so! She knocked on the door pleasantly, putting on her best smile and holding out the chocolate box.
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2011 1:44 pm
Mac almost - almost - didn't answer the door. He wasn't stupid, he knew Lizzy had very loyal friends who had either really hard fists or pointy weapons of doom...or, in a few cases, access to either or both. In fact, he cast a nervous glance at the ceiling suspiciously close to Mot's room. Yup, quick to anger. Was he friends with Lizzy? No clue. Did it stop him from being paranoid? Hell no.
Still he crossed the room, and against his better judgement, opened the door only to see that --- nope, wasn't anyone he recognized. A blonde winged ghoul with a suspiciously nice smile and a box of something held out? That just screamed bad. Did they hire an assassin? Maybe they did. He wouldn't put it past some people, they were real bitches. But on the flip side...having people bust down his door thinking it was Mot's wasn't entirely uncommon; perhaps this ghoul was an admirer that didn't want to be a secret one anymore?
The thought made his blood boil, and the corner of his lip curled into a sneer.
"Little forward, don'tcha think? We have just met."
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2011 1:56 pm
Freya's face fell in disappointment when a boil opened the door, sneering at her rudely. She pouted, lowering the chocolates and trying not to look too upset at her mistake.
"I'm sorry, friend. I was lookings for someone, she's a ghoul named Lark. I thoughts this coulds be her new dorms rooms, but.. well, obviously I'm wrong, ja?"
She looked down at the box, then back up at Mac, and bit her lip before holding it out again.
"I gives yeh one to makes up for it? Yeh looks kind of down. Anything I can do?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2011 2:07 pm
...Friend? Where did he hear that before? It sounded incredibly familiar, but it couldn't place from where.
"Yeah, you're wrong." He said flatly, looking down at the box when she did, and back up to meet her face. He gave her a skeptical look before taking the box anyway, giving it a little shake. "Did you make it? Is it poison?" ...Was she really asking him if there was something she could do? Really? Hrm, well, he couldn't resist looking at her again, not being entirely subtle at all as he took her in from head to toe.
"Depends, d'ya got a boilfriend?" His sneer turned into a smirk, and a half hearted one at that.
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2011 2:25 pm
"HAH! I don't makes chocolates, friend. That would be quites the feat! And I definitely didn't poison them, they were meant for someone to likes me, not to kills! Look, I shows yeh." She reached down and picked up a caramel filled chocolate, biting half off.
Unfortunately, the pleasant chat she was having with a new friend took an oddly uncomfortable turn when he asked if she had a boilfriend. She popped the other half of the chocolate into her mouth, and chewed on it thoughtfully, giving him a wary glance. "Yeh, I has a boilfriend. I didn't thinks I was offering the kinds of comforts that required being single." She snorted softly, but even she could tell that his ruse was failing. "My name's Freya. What's yehrs, friend?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2011 2:43 pm
Mac looked suspiciously at the chocolate she ate, wondering if that was the only safe one out of the whole box. Then again, if they were meant as a peace offering...err, well, they could still be poison. He'll try it later, he supposed. "Err, well, thanks." He said anyway, looking for a spot to put the chocolates down but ending up just holding onto them anyway.
"So I guess that's a no, you can't help me." Mac shrugged, giving a single chuckle. "Me neither, but it'd be nice. Glad I asked." Sadly the Reaper still didn't sound entirely convincing, but it was more or less true. There was worse things he could've done like, say, kissed her suddenly. But only horrible people do that or consider doing that, right?
But there it was, that 'friend' again. She reminded him of someone he knew when she said it, but he couldn't put a name to this mysterious other person; for a moment he stared hard at Hel's door, just over thie Freya-ghoul's shoulder. Hrrrmmm...nope, still drawing a blank! His attention returned to Freya for a moment.
"Mac." The chocolate box had his attention, and he mulled it over quietly. "So, if you have a boilfriend, what's with the chocolates to make someone like you?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2011 3:00 pm
This boil wasn't fooling her for a minute. Maybe he thought he had himself all put together, but she'd seen that face. She'd made that face. She opened her mouth to say something about it, when he took the entire box. A whiny, objecting little 'heeey..' breathed out, before her hands rested on her hips. She gave him a cocky look, before holding one hand out. "Well it's nice teh meets yeh, Maccy. But I tells yeh, I meant teh offer yeh one of those chocolates, not the whole box!" Her hands were back on her hips now, as she patiently waited for .. something. To be invited inside? To get her chocolates back? To be thoroughly ravaged? Who could tell? It was a mystery.
"I'm trying teh make a ghoul like me, silly. She's new here and I wanted teh make a good impressions. Yeh don't knows a ghoul named Lark, by any chance, do yeh?" Her pout was legendary in nature.
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2011 3:12 pm
Thoroughly ravaging the ghoul would have to wait until he was told she was single again or, in a sudden and mysterious burst of lust, threw herself at him. Really, he wasn't picky. In fact part of him was hoping for the latter, because that would be wicked crazy spontaneous wouldn't it?
"Does your boilfriend know?" He couldn't resist asking like he couldn't resist teasing or keeping that box to himself and conveniently ignoring her demand to get the box back. It was a problem he had, a severe one. He stayed in the doorway and he even took a likely poisoned chocolate from the box, popping the whole thing in his mouth.
"Noh, buh iffi see'er ah'll letchya knoh." He managed to get out, still chewing thoughtfully and certainly not inviting her in to his room. Or moving from the doorway. Or doing anything remotely nice other than talking without swearing.
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2011 3:16 pm
"Does he know whats?" She asked, her voice tinging in annoyance as he ignored her about the chocolates and instead, ate one right in front of her. She didn't need an invite anymore, but instead tried to reach over him to take the box back.
This was easier said than done.
"Oi." She huffed out, trying to reach around the other direction. "Gives me the chocolates back already, Maccyboil. I just mets yeh, I don't wants teh has teh brings yeh down already!"
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2011 3:39 pm
"Nothing, nevermind." Clearly that comment went WHOOSH over her pretty little blonde head. He was just finishing that rather delicious piece of chocolate when she started to reach around him to get it from him forcefully; his first instinct? To hold it above his head. Now there wasn't much of a height difference between them, about three inches tops, but it was enough to make a fair difference.
"You can have 'em back when you stop calling me nicknames, the one I have is enough of one, thanks." He snorted, but grinned nonetheless. Ooh it felt good to be a brat! "Also, you didn't say the magic word." The Reaper tsked as though very ashamed. Still grinning, though.
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2011 5:16 pm
And Freya's immediate response to someone holding something out of reach was to try even harder to get it, jumping as far as she could to try to rip the box out of his hands. "Whats - stoppit - yehr nickname - comes on - now then - GIVES IT!"
She stopped jumping, bent in and gave him her most super serious business face, which looked more like a pouting child whose toy has just been taken, and growled. "Pleaaaaaaaase."
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2011 5:36 pm
Hehehe, lookit her go! Mac suddenly felt better, at least a little bit, upon making this pretty ghoul jump for him. She got close once, and it only served to make him stand on his toes to keep it out of her reach. "Ah-ah~" He tsked again. "Didn't say the magic---" Oh there it was! Pity it showed up so soon, he was having fun! Grinning at her and thoroughly ignoring her question about his nickname, he lowered himself back down. "Here, 'cause you asked so nicely~" The box was given back, but not before he swiped a second piece.
"Couldn't resist." He explained innocently. "You can come in if you want~" Now he stepped back a bit, pushing open the door enough for her to enter if she wanted.
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2011 5:58 pm
"Thank you-HEY." She held the chocolates close to her, closing the box after he stole a second piece, and stuck her tongue out at him. As annoyed as it may seem she was, as soon as he invited her in she hopped inside, looking around curiously.
"So?" She wandered over to the couch, flopped down on it and lifted her legs up to lounge, then popped the chocolate box open and ate from it. Unfortunately, she had completely forgotten that the box was meant for Lark, at this point. Also they were really good. "Yeh didn't tells me, what's yehr nickname?"
Blondes. Gotta love them.
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2011 6:21 pm
"Is for Eponies." Mac snarked almost immediately after she said hey. In a show of absolute maturity he stuck his tongue back out at her in response, and once she was inside he closed the door behind them on habit. When he turned back to the pretty blonde in his room, he spotted her on his (mysteriously) acquired couch. Err, wow, really made herself comfortable, didn't she?
"So what? ...Ah." Damn her and her vulcan hearing! "What do you think it is? I bet you can't guess it." He grinned at her, moving to sit beside her on the couch.
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2011 6:35 pm
Freya gave him a cautious, calculating look, carefully shuffling her legs in to give him room to sit down. She plucked out another chocolate and flicked it at his face. "Uh.. yeh looks like a Mookey. Is it Mookey? Oh my gods these chocolates are delicious, I am goings to buy like four boxes for myself when I go buy mores for Lark."
It seems she had remembered where the chocolates were meant for, after all - but it was clear Lark was no longer on the agenda for the day. A new friend is a new friend, even if it wasn't the right friend.
She started prodding the chocolates with her fingernail, trying to figure out what was inside each one.
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