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 Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2010 7:00 pm
He took the needle and spool of thread in the same fashion a crazed fan might take a used sweatband from their favorite idol. Moving the spool in his hands, he thought about having no memory yet some memory, yet found he could hardly grasp it. His imagination wasn't set for it. The closest he got was thinking how it might be like to be born into the world already knowing how to walk and chew bubblegum. It had to be confusing to be functioning yet not mature in a way, or did she still retain her personality and all that from before and just miss the memory bits? He guessed talking about memory to a girl who already said she couldn't remember much was pretty pointless, and guessed that what she was now was perfectly fine.
Maybe this was a little hard to talk about.
Smiling, he patted her on the back. "Well, you're making memories now. That's sure to fill up some missing spots." There undead girl. You're silver lining. No need to thank him.
As for being alone, THAT was depressing. For a kelpie who had pretty much lived alone (not including parents), he could sympathize. More than that, he felt like he could sit down with her, give off a heavy sigh, and pout, but this wasn't the place. This was a campus, and his parents more or less promised him friends here. This was the place of promise, and she had to learn that all for one wasn't a motto here (or at least he hoped not). "Well, if I learn more about sewing and get better, maybe I can be someone who can keep you in one piece too." He tapped the little spool , pointing at it before pocketing it into his torn jacket (which probably could do with a few practice rounds of sewing).
Rising up, he offered his hand to her, seeing as he was the cause of her being there in the first place in some way. When he noticed his hand was out, he suddenly remembered introductions. "Oh! I'm Calder. Thanks for the sewing lesson – Uh – you."
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2010 8:09 pm
Ha ha. Everything in her unlife was laced with silver (if someone had seen a picture of her in her past life, they wouldn't have recognized her.. at least not unless they stared REALLY hard), so a little bit more in the lining wasn't exactly phenomenal. But it was a good sentiment. Hey, the way she saw it was she was free of emotional and psychological baggage!
"Ha ha. I could care less about my life. I'm more curious about how I got into my unlife. But, I'm sure it's perspective and I'll figure it out someday. Maybe in a few more years. We'll have to see." She shrugged it off, taking the offered hand from the Kelpie.
"It's Shehk. Shehk Strigoi. I can give you a last name without getting brain-controlled like a demon would." she added with a slight chuckle. She really had no interest in getting a demon-minion. Unless it was Tristan. She'd make him organize or something. SHE certainly was no good for it.
"But it was very nice to meet you, Calder. I'm sure you'll master sewing quickly enough~"
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Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2010 5:48 pm
He gladly shook her hand, making a wide, pumping action with his hands clasped several times ( much longer than necessary) before releasing. He had no idea what she meant about the demon name thing, but he'd just see about walking up to a demon and asking. It certainly worked for the undead, who he now assumed were helpful creatures who worked together to support each other and had mastered sewing skills better than anyone he had seen. He also, without asking, assumed that Shehk was now his friend, and would be writing up her name in his diary as soon as he was able. To think he was ever concerned about making friends! He was a natural and sure made it look easy. Maybe he was naturally likeable!
"I'll be sure to practice lots and show you later. I'll get right on sewing my jacket up. Just you see, I'll work hard with the guidance you have shown me." The tone he used suggested he was a second away from clasping his hands together and bowing to his sensai. Yes, little grasshopper. You will sew and you shall triumph! If he failed, he would feel that he had personally insulted Shehk by not paying attention and doing her lessons justice.
Speaking of sewing… "I should actually check to see if my stapler has chewed up more of my clothes. I don't think I have enough thread for all my clothes." He inspected the spool, gauging how many articles of clothing he might fix before it was all used up. Well, he was sure the undead dorms had a few more he could use, and now he wouldn't be so hesitant to ask. Word would clearly spread that the undead had a friend in him. "Thank you for everything, Shehk. You're a great friend. I'll see you around sometime. Anytime. If you're bored, I'm right over there." He pointed over to the monster dorms. "Bottom floor. Just ask anyone. Right here. Whenever you want to see me, that is if I don't see you." Okay, he had to stop now.
Holding the spool and thread, he smiled and nodded to her. "Keep in one piece." And with that, he skipped off to his dorm, ready to start practicing.
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