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 Posted: Fri May 04, 2012 12:03 am
He helped her situate behind him again, his expression wrought with concern. First accidentally eating poison, then falling off of the bike, Mistress what has gotten into you today? You will definitely require a bath now.
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2012 12:07 am
Riley stiffened at his words, but kept hold this time, and very carefully tried to express herself without insulting him. Yes. I should have a bath. Ah.. alone. No help required, really.
She sounded almost embarrassed to have to specify it.
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2012 12:11 am
He sagged over the handlebars as he kicked the contraption forward again, back towards the school, Are you sure? He sounded disappointed. I am always happy to serve, Mistress...
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2012 12:32 am
Riley carefully reached up and squeezed his shoulder, laughing nervously. No serving tonight, Christof. Remember. Just friends. No Mistress, no igor, just friends.
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2012 2:19 pm
Oh, yes, of course, He frowned, sagging a little. He concentrated on driving and No-More-Accidents. If... I'm not allowed to serve... what... what would you like I do? He was baffled, honestly. Even when he hung out with his other friends, Barth and Calder, he brought Barth food or cleaned up or tidied after them or built things to their demands. Sometimes they played video games, but that hardly counted.
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2012 10:53 pm
The question sat heavy on her mind for a moment, because he was putting her in a tight spot. What did she want him to do? She couldn't tell him what she wanted, because it would be considered serving. Wasn't he just supposed to decide for himself?
Things had gone from awkward, to enjoyable, to awkward again by the end of the day.
Nothing. She finally resolved. Our day together is at an end. You should drop me off at home, wish me well, and then head off to your room for your own activities. That is how a day with a friend ends, I think.
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2012 11:02 pm
The speed on the chopper abruptly dropped, and Christof went quiet, lips set in a thin line. I... I could bring those skelevision games over from Barth's room, we sometimes play, friends do that, right? He offered desperately.
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2012 11:08 pm
The desperation in his voice was an easily noticeable sign.
They do. She responded gently, giving him a fond squeeze. And even though I still don't understand those games very well.. I would like that. Very much. Bring them over tomorrow. We shall have another day together, as friends.
She felt the subtleness of requesting his presence tomorrow overshadowed the fact that she was clearly saying their night was at an end.
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2012 11:14 pm
He relaxed ever so slightly, but the speed at least picked up again with her embrace. That would be... very nice, yes, thank you, Mistress. His smile had returned again, at least, soft but pleased. It is funny... Master- er... my Creator always says that my New Master wouldn't want a... companion, they would want a servant. But here, that's all anyone wants. Very funny.
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2012 11:16 pm
Riley closed her eyes, and rested her head on Christof's shoulder, falling into a comfortable lull as the machine purred underneath them. This will not be the first time, nor the last time, I will say the following phrase, Christof. She murmured in a lazy whisper. But your Creater was wrong. About a lot of things. Very, very wrong.
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2012 12:56 am
Christof made no noise to agree or disagree. He was physically incapable of insulting his Master directly, but that didn't mean he hadn't found ways to dance around it in a round about fashion.
He was happy, he felt, as they rode back to campus, that he did have so many wonderful friends. Calder and Barth had been teaching him the wonders of friendship all this time, but it seemed he really wasn't alone in learning it's ins and outs.
Riley's warmth against his hunch was assuring enough he was not alone. One more little thought drifted out into the wind, gentle as a whisper, I love you, Mistress.
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2012 1:00 am
As they drifted off into the distance to head back to the dorms, she decided that her little experiment with Christof was a success, all things considered. Her facial features lifted, just slightly, even as her eyes remained closed.
I know, Christof. I love you too.
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