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 Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2011 5:57 pm
Taryn unlocked her room and stepped inside with a deep blush. Not only was she bringing a boil in her room, it was two boils. If any of her floormates were to see her? She'd be doomed; her reputation shattered. It wasn't bad enough that she could potentially have been seen leaving Roch's room (and vice versa). Jack damn it! She pushed her hair behind her ear and escaped up into her bedroom-area before speaking as she pulled out a new outfit.
"I'll just be a minute. Makes yourselves... at home." Except what she really wanted to say was 'stand right there, don't move'.
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2011 6:03 pm
Roch looked quite comfortable in the room as he hobbled over to her couch, dropping down on it with a groan. "Take a hot shower! It'll warm you up," he called after the retreating female. He wondered if she had any ice in her fridge or something...
Then he looked at Mort, that awkward realization that he was in a ghoul's room with another guy there. And they were supposed to wait in there while she got changed and such.
Together.
Oookay... awkward chatting time? What would that be about "So... must suck, y'know, getting kicked in the family jewels?"
Yeeeeah.
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2011 6:11 pm
Well . . . um. Yeah. Yeahno. No no no. He was in a ghoul's room again, why in Halloween would he ask about someone's junk? Especially since, well . . . he could at best half-relate. Semi-relate. Whichever was best for explaining why he wouldn't want to bring it up.
Mort chose to stand, pulling the hood off his head for the moment. Much like Chuppi's, Taryn didn't seem to have any minipets. Honestly, he didn't see why they wouldn't! Well for Chuppi there was a reason, but Taryn didn't look like the type to feel hunger pains for the minies . . .
Several seconds after she'd left to shower and Roch flopped on the couch were full of silence. Then a scrit scrit as the zombie scratched the back of his head.
"So." Er. "M-Music went 'kay in p-play?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2011 6:24 pm
Taryn awkwardly overheard the conversation and collected her clothes, burying her undies deep in the pile even though the boils couldn't see them either way. She hurried to the bathroom and locked the door, double-checked the lock, and finally started to get out of her wet clothes. Oh, she really was cold...
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2011 6:26 pm
"Um, yeah," Roch said. "Really good. Other than the yelling thing," he said, breathing through his mouth. The pain was starting to abate. It was purely thanks to his FEAR shield, and he knew it. "What about you? You were scarin' the crap out of lil sister, so what happened to you before this?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2011 6:32 pm
Ah, yeah. That. Mort pushed his glasses up and sighed. "Long st-story," he replied, grimacing. "But . . . g-got punch Hunter ghoul in f-f-face."
One of his proudest moments, however stupid. He even smiled a bit at the memory.
"Chuppi is sis? But yis, s-saw messages, f-felt real bad . . . D-Didn't want miss play. Wouldn't have i-if not for Hunter."
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2011 6:38 pm
"Those jackin' bastards," Roch growled, his eyes narrowing. "They DARE to come to our home..." He snarled slightly then calmed. "Yeah, man, one of my favorite memories is slamming my guitar into a hunter's throat."
Then he sighed. "Man, I am seriously sorry that happened, though. Did she let you go or did you escape?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2011 6:46 pm
"Let escape," he said. Jack, it was probably great to be able to summon a weapon anytime just to whack stuff; Mort was jealous. The best he did beyond physical rebellion had been trying to gross the Hunter out, which . . . hadn't worked as well as he wished.
Speaking of. He held up a finger to signal "hold on", whipped out his phone, and began typing a quick question on Groanspring. Once finished, he pocketed the phone once more. "Not l-like sound've this . . . Christmas h-have blue eyes like Professor d-did. Like Insanity . . ." The zombie frowned in thought. "'N JOY not help. Not like all this . . ."
And then, topic switch: "Chuppi 'kay now?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2011 7:06 pm
Roch frowned. "I invited her to come along but she stayed in the theater," he said. "I'm hoping that with as many fighters as there were in there she'll be okay. And I don't know if you know this, but Choops kicks some serious a** when she tries," he bragged. But he still needed to check on her...
He dug out his phone, sending a quick groanspring himself.
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2011 7:12 pm
"Do know. S-Saw in forest, beast a-at fight when want to." Once again: spines were ouchy looking.
"Hope Horsemen help out . . . T-Talked with War earlier, came back 'pparently. Can imagine? B-Big pony squishing elves n' rat kings n' stuff?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2011 7:27 pm
Taryn emerged then, looking newly-primped and fairly warm. She had no pants, but she pulled Abigail back through a hole in her warmest skirt. She was back in her jacket now and smiled sadly.
What were they doing with their eyephones?
"...a hunter? Mort..." She cooed. How could they just move on like that? No wonder he was so traumatized! She touched his shoulder and eyed his phone. "...what's that?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2011 7:30 pm
............
That... sort of irritated him, Roch thought, listening to the cooing and seeing the touch. But he shoved it down. "We're texting people on groanspring to check up on them," he told her, pocketing his phone and looking her over. "Don't you have pants or something?" he asked. "Cuz you were seriously frozen, even with the fur--or are we not going back out?"
Which he wouldn't argue if she said they weren't. He was still in a bit of pain.
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2011 7:38 pm
What's . . . what? "This? Is eyePhone, first gen," Mort explained; the old-a** kind that was bulky and quite scratched, whose ability to have apps was only thanks to his tinkering. Quite a bit of shocks had been earned that day.
The cooing? Almost natural sounds to him now - sorta like Mama, only with less fur and more height. The touching? Compared to Circe's handling, Taryn's shoulder grasp was like a friendly handshake; poor Mort was past the point where something like that could fluster him now. Hell, it was almost welcomed! "Don't know what e-eyePhone is?" owo "Taryyyyyn." =3= "Iskay n-not know Scario Kart, but eyePhone?"
Le sigh.
"Roch's right, pliz t-to put on more clothes," he agreed. "I-If gn get sample, n-need be prep for cold."
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2011 7:53 pm
"I'm sorry," Taryn said, mushing her mouth to one side and stepping back some, "I don't own any slacks." She could think later on how pants had never been offered and she had never tried. Did they even make digitigrade pants? She raised a hand dismissively at herself. "I'm warm, I swear. Fur is warm. If you want to help me look, I can see if we can find anything to capture a creature in?"
She was doubting now if she'd have anything large enough. The snowmen were pretty huge. Maybe if they just took... a nose, an eye...
Why, yes, she was avoiding talking about her technological ignorance, even if she had been asking about the groanspring rather than the phone itself. She went to her closet (kneeling like a proper lady) and began rifling through with much clunking and ringing.
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2011 8:21 pm
"I probably have a pair of pants big enough that you could wear them, if you don't have any," Roch offered, watching her as she dug. "And I think, considering how hard they kick, we should kill the jackers and just take something of theirs--like that scarf!" he said. "Remember the snow guys were wearing scarves? Could you study them off of their scarves?" he asked Mort.
Had they said something wrong? She didn't seem... very happy for some reason... He started to stand, planning on helping her look, and made a face. Jack, still not quite recovered.
"Uh... I'll help in a few minutes, Taryn," he said, feeling utterly useless like this.
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