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 Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2009 5:45 pm
((I had to make my own. I had a sandwich and chips.))
Caleb's head touched the back of the leather chair.
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2009 5:50 pm
[[I have a normalish dinner.]]
Moé stood.
"Ggngh. I'm sorry."
She began to walk away, talking to herself.
"I haven't tried welding blades for Uncle Azrael before. Maybe hitting it with a mallet will take out my tension..."
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2009 6:13 pm
Caleb looked at her as she left. A silent sigh left his mask as he turned to the table to the right of the leather chair. Seeing the book he had left dogeared on top of the ash wood. His pale white fingers took the novel and began to read it.
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2009 6:15 pm
Moé proceeded to weld some cleavers; however, they were misshapen, and she forgot to give them handles.
She enjoyed hitting thhem with the hammer, though, and it didn't make that much noise. Only a slight 'tink' sound.
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2009 6:32 pm
The pages turned with a soft crinkle. A small crack in curtain like a crack in a mirror, shined a thin gleaming stream of light that was pulled across the room. The beak was pointed low, to prevent it from blocking the text from the eyes hidden by the aged glass of the mask.
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2009 6:37 pm
[[Wow, authorly :3]]
Moé, exhausted form the physical labor, fell asleep in her little cot-like bed.
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2009 6:52 pm
((I decided to write with slightly good manner, since I felt like it.))
The warm glided light shattered across the aphotic room, like a fire burning at night. Peace was crushed by the crisp snap of a closing book. The black leather bound book was placed back where it originally was found.
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2009 6:58 pm
[[I do that sometimes too. Rarely in rps, though...]]
Moé slept softly, accustomed to sleeping in the slightly crooked, back-killing bed. In truth, a dresser would be as equally comfortable as her cot. Since she was noww trying her best to not subject Caleb to her odd acts of lust, she decided that her love would be true, but her actions were to be as platonic as possible.
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2009 1:57 pm
The pitch robe's arms pushed off of the leather. The body that wore it bending back before snapping back into its rigid straight position. The aged yew wood made its hard clicks against the hardwood flooring as Caleb slithered into the kitchen, taking the door that led down into the study.
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2009 2:02 pm
Moé awoke, and wlaked down to the study to show off her new idea, but when she saw him, her resistance melted.
"S-Sir...."
She walked up to him, twiddling her ifngers.
"I-I'm sorry about earlier. I... uhm..."
Moé looked away, her face red.
"Please forgive me..."
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2009 2:32 pm
Caleb was fingering though several books on the large bookshelf deep in the room. He turned, looking at her. "....Yes?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2009 2:36 pm
Moé's heart leaped; he was almost completely in his element here, and she had disturbed him.
"I-I'm sorry that I acted too... intimate towards yourself. I've been taking m-m-measures to prevent those feelings from arising... I also have been trying t-to make my actions platonic, to avoid harming you, both directly and indirectly."
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2009 2:54 pm
Caleb looked at her with a slight tilt in the mask. ".....I believe I understand."
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2009 2:56 pm
Moé nodded.
"So, to not hurt you, I'll be avoiding kissing and embracing... you..."
[[Sigh. Moé and her inevitably self-destructive schemes.]]
Moé quite stiffly nodded, and began to walk away.
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2009 3:09 pm
Caleb watched her leave. He turned around and began to look though the bookcase again.
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