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 Posted: Mon May 07, 2012 6:09 pm
Tiny unicorn? Before Molly fled to the cafeteria, her interest was piqued. So she wandered through the barracks first until she found said little unicorn…and then squealed happily. It. Was. So. Cute. Luckily all she did was gush over it from a distance, and then she got back on track.
After sending Rep one more message through the Twitters, Molly had scooped up one of her bags that contained a variety of snacks she squirreled away and practically ran to the cafeteria. She just wanted off that bad list okay. The red head practically barreled past some hunters who were leaving, sprouting apologies left and right as she frantically searched for another, darker red head. Rep wasn’t that hard to spot though, and Molly made her way over to him, clutching her bag like her life depended on it.
“I’m here!” She announced, out of breath.
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2012 6:16 pm
Rep as always when he was in the cafeteria, was sitting at a table as if it was a lordly banquet, glaring coldly at anyone who made the mistake of sitting near him and making loud and obnoxious conversation until they left. His old table had end up cut in two and word had gotten around, so most people now gave him a few seat gap to himself to save hassle. That suited him just fine.
For a bit he'd been preoccupied with his phone and twitter, but now he was waiting. Waiting and practically radiating smug. Molly's reactions to his threats had put him in a good little mood, apparently his good side was desirable to be on. This pleased him greatly.
As Molly dashed in, he set aside his hot chocolate, clasped his hands on the table and eyed her as calmly as he could. He wasn't going to get excited until he found out what was in the bag he told himself. Got to keep composure.
"Hey."
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2012 6:33 pm
Did Molly notice that everyone seemed to keep clear of Rep? Nope. Did she care? Nope.
The young woman flopped down into the seat across from him, taking another moment to catch her breath before she straightened. She then started to go through her bag. “Um…okay! So, um…I have…a lot…and I mean a lot of strawberry breakfast bars, which are sweet…” She pulled out a few and placed them on the table. “Three rice crispy treats…” Those went on the table as well. “Five chocolate chip granola bars…” On the table. “…A few tootsie rolls!” On the table. “A butterfingers bar…” On the table. “…Um…” She shook her bag a bit. “…That’s all I got right now! There’s more in my room but eh…for when the dorms are cleared?”
She smiled nervously, anxious, waiting for Rep’s approval. Hoping.
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2012 6:45 pm
Rep raised a brow judgementally at the initial offering of strawberry breakfast bars, fruity things and him had a decidedly rocky relationship. But as more and more delicious things emerged, his expression went from irritable to a very delighted toothy smirk. He was no good at poker faces or keeping his cards to his chest or he might have held out for more, but as it was, he was pretty ******** pleased.
"Oh maaan. I've never even tasted half of this s**t." he didn't make this sound like a bad thing in the least. "I mean like. I've heard of tootsie rolls and butterfingers man, but I've never ********' triiied them. Oh man oh maaan. And ******** chocolate chip too. Yes. Just yes." he paused and realised his voice was probably getting a little bit high pitched and excitable there and stopped himself mid-rant about the delights on the table, forcing himself to turn the giddy grin into something more serious.
Trying to save face, he sat up a bit to slide some of the bars over to himself and gave her a grim nod.
"You did good shakey. You are back on the bro list."
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2012 7:42 pm
It was like an eternity as she waited to hear Rep’s verdict on the items she brought him.
His excited tone immediately caught Molly’s attention, and the young woman dared to let a hopeful look and tentative smile start to cross her features. Yay, positive reactions! She listened as Rep went on about the treats. “Th-they’re all really good! Um…at least I think so anyways…the rice crispy treats are my favorite…and I have chocolate ones in my room…” Molly stiffened a bit as Rep suddenly turned seriously, but as he deemed her back on the bro list, all of her anxiety seemed to flutter out the window and she smiled widely.
“Really?” She echoed cheerfully, and then clapped her hands. “Yay! I’m really glad! What do I need to do to stay on that list, Rep?”
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2012 8:45 pm
As prone to mood swings as he was, it was impossible to hide his delight for long in the face of all the sugar. The grin returned, this time with reinforcements as he gathered up the last of the bars to his chest.
He gave her a grin. "Well for a ******** start, you need to give me some of the stuff you still have in your room when we get back topside. Other than that though, you just need to well.. stay manly I guess."
It was strange trying to explain what that entailed. "Like none of that fluffy cuddly s**t or like, crying or anything or generally being ******** excessively women. Just stick to kicking people's asses with a huge ******** lance and you'll be golden."
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2012 5:37 am
Now she was back to smiling too, as Rep went through emotion whiplash.
“O…oh of course! As soon as the dorms are cleared, I’ll get some for you!” That seemed easy enough to stay on the good list. Molly leaned forward intently as Rep enlightened her about other ways to stay on it. Hmm…no cuddling, no crying…no being excessively womanly? Ummm…Molly’s brows furrowed. “I’ll…I’ll try my hardest not to do those things, I promise!” She then blushed a bit. Kicking people’s bottoms, huh? Oh my! He thought she did that?
Molly smiled a bit once more, and then held up a finger in a ‘one moment’ gesture and got up to go make herself a cup of coffee. She returned, and reclaimed her seat across from the red head, oblivious to any weird looks she may have been receiving from other hunters. “…Um…speaking of weapons…!” Molly started, running a finger around the rim of her cup, “How are you and your partner doing…?”
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2012 6:26 am
He looked satisfactorily pleased with Molly's promises that she would try very hard not to be too womanly. She had her work cut out for her with those adorable features and gentle voice, but he was sure she could manage it with real effort...well maybe.
As she went to fetch some coffee he helped himself to one other granola bars with little sounds of approval and a lot of crumbs on the table. At her question he tapped his chin thoughtfully.
"Well. Better I think. I mean its hard to ******** hate the guy after he saved my life and my arm on that horrible mission back there."
"The whole thing made me reassess some of my like priorities and s**t, and turns out hating on Tracey was pretty ******** low on that list of priorities all things considered."
He furrowed his brows slightly and rolled his eyes. "He says Hi by the way."
A contented little sound.
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2012 7:11 am
Molly made a note to herself to start taking notes on manly men around Deus, so that she could learn the ways of bro-hood. Wait…did they have to be manly men to be bros? Nah…right? She should ask Dakota the ways of bro-hood sometime…but she would also made sure to start studying Rep and taking note of his behaviors and mannerisms. She really didn’t want to be on that bad list.
As Rep talked about his bond with his weapon though, Molly’s face positively lit up. She clasped her hands together. “Really!?” She echoed happily, and then immediately tried to tone it down, coughing a bit as she wrapped her hands back around her coffee cup. Still, she was happy to hear that! Molly nodded her head, smiling. “That’s…that’s wonderful! I think that’s really great that you’re working together with him, Rep. I’m really happy for you! Tracey is a nice name…” Molly rubbed her thumbs over her cup as Vaska mentally snorted.
It sounded pretty Jacking lame to him, actually, and Molly smiled nervously at his input.
The Misty looked up as Rep spoke, blinking in surprise. “…H-he...does? Oh! Hello!” She greeted back, smiling widely. “How is he doing?”
<Do you want to say hello?>
<If by hello yeh mean cracking that red head across the table, then yah.>
On second thought, maybe not.
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2012 7:31 am
He looked somewhat self concious at the attention on Tracey, as if just by talking about the fallen angel, everyone could see and hear what an absolute disaster he was for any semblance of masculinity. He was just lucky he looked dangerous as an axe, wielding a big ******** rainbow sweater wearing thing would be intolerable.
But.. knitting, he tried to reason before mentally throwing his hands up in defeat. Okay knitting.
"I don't really have much choice in the matter, either I work with him or I die on the field. I mean I'd rather like a big ******** bad a** colossal monster or whatever but I just have to work with who I have.
As she addressed Tracey however fleetingly Rep had to wince at the delightedly high pitched glee in the weapon's voice.
"...he says he's doing awright." he translated.
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2012 11:58 am
The young woman nodded her head in agreement, and once again, her partner snorted in her mind.
<I am a big ******** bad a** colossal monster!>
<..O..oh, that’s nice…!>
Molly smiled nervously, at the voice in her head, and took a sip of her coffee. She beamed as Rep answered her question. “That’s wonderful! I’m so glad to hear it!” Putting her coffee down, Molly continued. “I was worried you were going to have trouble wielding your weapon still, but it seems like you’re on the path to building a good relationship with him!” Her smile widened. “If you keep building and strengthening your bond with Tracey, you’ll be able to wield him one handed one day! Wouldn’t that just be wonderful?”
She cupped her cheek, entertaining how nice that would be. “…Oh, Rep! I have a question for you too, if I may?”
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2012 1:38 pm
He nodded "Yeah hopefully, given the s**t we have to deal with on missions and stuff, the nearer I am to wielding him well, the nearer I am to ******** staying alive a little bit longer. So it all works out good and s**t in the end. I hope anyway. As it is though, he's still pretty ******** heavy."
He raised a brow at her. "A question? Sure. Shoot."
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2012 2:04 pm
Molly nodded her head, and rubbed her chin thoughtfully once more. “…I think…it sounds like you just need to keep working on it then…!” She paused. “But the way you swing him around already is amazing!” Molly gushed. “I mean, you were still landing good hits just through your own strength alone! There’s no way I could do that, not until I starting working with my partner…”
The Misty brightened as Rep agreed to answer her question. “Well…you’re from Scotland…I think? I’m pretty sure…! Wish I could have visited; I was so close to it too…but…oh! I was wondering…” She got bright eyed. “Do you know how to play the bagpipes?”
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2012 3:29 pm
Rep loved compliments. He could just roll around in them like catnip. So the more she complimented his strength, the more he seemed to puff up and look delighted. "Thanks. I try and keep ******** fit."
At her question though he stopped. And stared.
Then he poker faced. He wasn't sure if she was kidding. But then again this was Molly, she didn't seem like the type to troll people. Then again she managed to do it so well without even trying.
"Aye. I am." he offered tentatively. "But I never learned to play anything. And probably wouldn't learn how to play the bagpipes, most people agree they sound like .." his accent intensified just a little as he had no other way to clearly say it ".. like a cat going tae the toilet wae a sewn up bum. In other words, ******** terrible."
He waved a hand vaguely. "Besides, you ever watched someone play the pipes man? Big puffy red face and cheeks. Not a sexy look."
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2012 4:29 pm
“It really shows!” If Rep’s buff arms and strength meant anything. Molly leaned forward in her seat, staring at the Sun Trainee intently. “Would you be able to give me any good work out tips? I’d love to work on my arm strength and such as well! Um…remember when we had that battle with Dakota? You guys were talking about exercises in the bedroom that help with your wrist strength! Think those would help me too?”
Speaking of Dakota…
Molly got a bit anxious, and glanced around before leaning even closer to Rep, whispering. “We still owe him favors…have you done yours yet?”
As Rep told her he didn’t play bagpipes though, Molly frowned a bit. “Aw, fiddlesticks…” She then smiled nervously. “O…oh? I thought they sounded really neat…! I thought it’d be fun to learn how to play one…but…maybe learning how to blow that long would be tiring, huh?” Molly leaned back and rubbed her chin thoughtfully. “Oh well…What kind of hobbies do you have, Rep? If you don’t mind me asking!”
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