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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2014 8:08 am
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2014 9:34 pm
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Brenley had been aware of his unavoidable compulsion to do well in school ever since he had left home to live at one, but he'd never had reason to despise that feeling until now. He was still quite jumpy and shaky, and he truly wanted nothing to do with the world outside of his rooms, which was why it was so frustrating that a twenty page essay and the fleeting promise of an internship had been all it had taken to coax him out of them.
With his attention as scattered as it was, he spotted the other reaper easily, slamming the heavy tome in front of him shut and gesturing to Ruth as she passed. He hadn't looked at the book at all, but it would remain here indefinitely and the ghoul most likely would not. Bren was relieved by her presence, by the fact that things had still been okay the last time he had seen her and he had never once thought of murdering her to benefit himself. That was a good thing, right?
He awkwardly shot to his feet, somehow remembering to speak softly even as he blurted out, "Ruth. Hello! You look... different." Of course she looked different. The last time he'd seen her, she had been dressed as the Mad Hatter.
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Posted: Tue Jul 22, 2014 9:37 am
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He couldn't help glancing at her sketchpad as she took a seat, even though what he saw there was meaningless to him. It vaguely reminded him of his own notebook, though his work was certainly a great deal more clear and precise, if he did say so himself. As soon as she turned the page and began to write, however, he was forced to admit that this particular page might give his notes a run for their money.
Brenley spent more time than was probably necessary reading her reply, as it was the closest he had ever come to hearing her speak. There had been that odd yell back in Wonderland, but that place had been so full of warped memories and made up nonsense that he was wary of everything he'd seen and heard there even now.
Admiring her neat hand once more, Bren said, "I'm all right," in a low voice. "Or at the very least, functional." It was true. He seemed to be handling the walking, talking, and eating aspects of day to day life just fine. Everything else was debatable. "What's worrying you?"
Huni Pi sorry about the wait /foams
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2014 1:27 pm
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Brenley's head bobbed in the tiniest of nods when her writing ceased. It had all been a dream. He'd realized as much when he'd woken from it. At the same time, however, it had been an actual event that he could recall large portions of. An actual experience that had hurt sometimes. He had met Ignatius there, a boil he knew existed outside of that place. He'd seen Ruth too.
He nodded again, this time with more conviction. When he spoke, his voice was a whisper. "I do. I did dream of her, but it was more real than a normal dream. I dreamed of you too, I think." You kissed me. Sort of. To his surprise, he didn't feel the heat running up his neck that usually accompanied such embarrassing thoughts. "But you didn't turn into a very unpleasant creature and slice me in half. That ghoul did, with no provocation."
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2015 8:40 am
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She might not have been smiling, but he suddenly felt the urge to, if only because of the bubbling laughter that was threatening to derail their serious conversation at any moment. Random attacks? Yes, he recalled her rump-bearing tendencies all too clearly. But... performance appraisal? What did she mean by that? Bren pushed his mirth away before it could impact their discussion, until it was little more than a clearing of his throat. He would store his questions away, like he did with so many things.
When she began to write again, he watched her fingers form those precise letters, looking up at her face for a moment when she had finished until he decided it was rather futile to stare at her bangs. Bren shook his head. "No, I haven't. Just that one time." Had she? He didn't ask that either, trusting that she wouldn't answer even if he had. His most recent dreams had been filled with towers, mazes, mysterious pools, and legacies, not murderous little ghouls.
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