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 Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 3:01 pm
Moé hadn't noticed, and had a small damp cloth, and was attentively dusting off/polishing the leather-bound books and shelves.
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 3:06 pm
Caleb had risen silently and walked to up behind her, his shoes oddly did not click as he approached her. "What is it that you are doing?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 3:15 pm
Moé turned around in surprise, slightly shocked.
"Oh! I hate dust, and I saw some, so I couldn't help myself."
She tried to hide that the rag was almost black from said dust by folding it over.
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 3:31 pm
Caleb looked down at the rag. "Was that all you were doing?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 3:34 pm
Moé nodded.
"Yes. there was dust on the books and shelves. See? They're all shiny and new-looking now."
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 3:40 pm
"...Is something a flame in the fireplace?" Caleb questioned, smelling something burning.
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 3:43 pm
Moé squealed.
"M-My cookerware!"
She ran, and soon, after a bunch of hissing noises, Moé came back, huffing form running so fast.
"I cooled it down... I-I was watching you sleep, and you looked..."
She looked away shyly.
"So... peaceful."
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 3:48 pm
Caleb was starting to turn pink again. "...And what is this...'cooking ware' for?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 3:50 pm
Moé paused.
"To make food with! I was planning on making something extravagant, like how Robin's mother taught me to. Her mother is the maid to Uncle Azrael, his faithful servant, and knows how to cook everything."
She shuddered at the last word.
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 4:00 pm
"Are you alright?" Caleb asked.
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 4:03 pm
Moé paused.
"Well, yes. I just... don't like the type of food they eat in that household. Thankfully, I learned all of the non-hu-- I mean, safe recipes from Miss Marion."
She paused.
"Will... you promise to at least try a small bit of everything I make, Sir?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 4:33 pm
Taro kissed Robin back, delighted his train of thought hadn't been permanently derailed by the foul fowl.
"So eager," he muttered warmly, "are all hell-spawn so... inviting?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 4:35 pm
"No," Robin said. "Most are vicious and violent."
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 4:43 pm
"More so?" Taro asked with disbelief as he thought back to his current bruised torso and how the woman he was kissing had threatened him with her army of death gods and demons.
"I must be luckier than usual," he said as he rubbed her belly for good fortune, "...err, your father... did you by any chance inherit your lovely charm from him?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 4:46 pm
Robin thought about it.
"Well, my father's not what you think he is."
She finally switched back to sanity, and, realizing what she was doing, got off of him, shrieking in surprise.
She hid a foot or two away, scared and shivering, her face dark red.
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