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 Posted: Tue May 01, 2012 10:33 pm
Wasted..? She was still groggy enough to sound confused, and when she sat up, she let him scramble for a minute or two before finally shaking her head.
Wait, wait, Christof. His panic was starting to distress her, and she reached out a hand in comfort. Relax. We're not in any rush. I just don't want to be out here right now. She shivered slightly, as her blanket of igor was now gone. It's cold, and I did not prepare for it.
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2012 10:50 pm
The cold does not bother me very much, here... He offered up his large, misshapen coat hopefully. Where would you like to go? I... I could draw you a bath or... find you more substantial sustenance than sugar?
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 12:09 am
Riley took the coat, and wrapped it around her shoulders. It was ill fit, and left bunches in certain places, but it was warmer than the cold air, and for that she was thankful.
Maybe. She murmured with no real decisiveness. We'll see. Let's just head home for now. I shouldn't have kept you all day, as it is. Selfish of me. She rubbed her eyes with the back of one fist sleepily.
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 12:17 am
It has been an utmost pleasure assisting you on this outing today, Mistress! Christof thought jovially, pressing the button a few more times and there came a glimmer of headlights again, wary and upset about the previous poison fiasco.
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 12:38 am
Riley finally stood, and put a single finger on Christof's lips, shaking her head very firmly.
No. She demanded. You have not assisted me. Christof, if we take anything away from this day, it is that we shared it together as friends. If you revert back to the idea that you were here as an igor, and a servant, I will have completely failed to show you what I wanted from you.
She leaned in, so that her eyes met his, and they narrowed just slightly. You wouldn't want me to fail, would you, Christof?
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 12:53 am
Christof's face flushed as the finger pressed against his stitches, and he swallowed thickly, No, Mistress. I am sorry. It is... difficult to change the way you think. It is how I was built to think. And where he was most comfortable. The whole day had been... marvelous yes, but a bit baffling and it showed on his face.
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 12:55 am
The finger left his lips, and chose instead to curl around his face, lifting it up. I understand. I do. I just.. really wanted you to understand. Her eyes lifted to crescents, and she patted his cheek. All right. She announced, as her energy returned. Let's head home.
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 1:01 am
His eyes locked on her face, so close to his, her hand so warm against his cool cheeks, and as Chopper pulled up, it seemed his resolve was set. He stood on his toes, pressing his lips against her cheek in return.
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 1:09 am
Riley knew when he moved in, that he was going to try and kiss her. It was relief, and not worry, that filled her when he turned enough to kiss her cheek instead of the flat plane directly in front of her face. Though it would have meant nothing for her, she understood the implications involved in certain kisses, and Christof's kiss was placed appropriately. Her eyes crescented further, and she lifted one tentacle, placed it on his cheek, and puckered it. It was hardly a kiss, but it was something.
Calder would have been proud to see them bonding like this, Riley thought to herself. She put one arm around Christof's shoulder and waited for him to lead her back to Chopper.
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 1:18 am
His breathing quickened and his mind, for a few moments, went blank at that odd little caress of tentacle. "Hmmmmmg!" He took her hand, pulling her after him to the bike before climbing aboard, I will draw you a bath and while you relax I will find you the freshest brain possible and you can have a nice meal! A good end for a good day, yes, Mistress??
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 1:21 am
Riley mounted Chopper once Christof was on, and got comfortable before settling in and taking hold of the igor. Yes. She acquiesced - after all, she'd spent an entire day making sure he didn't serve her. She deserved a little break from being so careful about it. That sounds like a wonderful end, Christof.
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 1:22 am
And if you need help in the bath I'm more than happy to lend a hand or three... The motor roared as they were off.
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 1:25 am
There was a solid moment where Riley considered what Christof was saying very carefully, as the motor filled the air with noise. She understood the implications, and her reaction was simply to stiffen up, and let go.
This, of course, was a bad idea while riding a creature such as Chopper.
Riley tumbled very easily off the bike a few moments later, rolling on the bumpy ground until she finally stopped moving.
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2012 2:01 am
It took Christof a moment of the blissful image of aiding Mistress in her relaxation before he realized he could no longer feel her arms around him. Mistress? MISTRESS! He swerved the bike, heading back towards her at a slower pace before hopping off to make sure she was in one piece, You must be more careful! Are you alright??
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2012 2:06 am
Riley had managed to sit up by the time Christof got to her, and she brushed her arms off, before leaning in to try and clean her legs. Just a few scrapes and bruises. Nothing I'm not used to. She hedged at the idea of mentioning why she'd fallen, and even lifted her finger as if to say something, but it dropped as she sighed and just stood up.
Sorry. She murmured, moving to get back on the bike. I won't let go again.
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