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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2010 1:01 pm
Okay now she was okay with the clinging since even Yaya was doing it, gripping Yaya a bit as Braum screeched a bit himself and nearly sent his own little bird to the ground. It was clear Samantha had just upset him possibly even more than she had in the classroom, but was she really going to go tell Cricket what he tried to do? It wasn't as if he'd pushed the issue, though there was no telling whether he would have or wouldn't have if Samantha hadn't stormed out. She frowned again as he curled up and still seemed very annoyed with Samantha's outburst, really hoping her agreement with the undead girl wouldn't further displease him. The last thing Junko wanted was for him to be mad at her on top of being mad at Samantha and make things even worse! Aside from the anger now he was actually really nice, or so Junko felt. She understood he wasn't trying to be mean about his friend when it came to telling her how Yaya could possibly handle their baby, but it wasn't as if Junko was going to force her to care for it on her own! They could easily take turns, though admittedly Junko kind of wished Yaya was a monster or she was a demon to make checking on Daidaii a bit easier considering it was so hard for a non-demon to get into the demon dorms. Stupid gate. Though at the same time these were just pumpkins, right? They needed to be treated as real babies but real babies wouldn't come from these pumpkins, right? They were just pumpkins! What teacher in their right mind would give students real baby making pumpkins?! Cricket wouldn't! She...she would never...right?
Junko cast a suddenly very wary glance to their pumpkin, almost worried that she and Yaya really were going to be this pumpkin's mother. Cricket wouldn't! That would just be so irresponsible! Right? P-please say she wasn't! Her worries were thankfully interrupted by Braum swooping back down to stand with them on the ground, releasing Yaya regardless of whether the other ghoul still held her or not. He recovered well! How did he do that? It was actually rather admirable! Maybe he could teach her how to gracefully recover from being upset by something, since Mistress upset her quite often! And embarrassed her in public, and made rude comments, and humiliated her...yes...lessons on grace would be simply wonderful. His reasoning for agreeing to work in a group of three despite not needing their help made her giggle, smiling a bit as he even turned it around to helping them! "Alright! How very gracious of you, Braum~." Junko teased with a giggle, looking to his pumpkin and then their own pumpkin. Well...since that was settled! "Sooo what should we do first? Take them for a walk?" They didn't have mouths that needed feeding, so there wasn't much point in that!
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2010 4:44 pm
The marid's grip on the other ghoul loosened before falling away completely as Braum made his way back down to them with a fancy bit of gliding. She noticed the wobble though, and once he'd touched back down she moved forward to curl dark arms aorund his middle, offering him a bit of support under the guise of a comforting hug. Not that she hadn't wanted to hug him, the action just served multiple purposes. She smoothed careful palms over the dark feathers at the base of his wings, absently petting him. Taking comfort from him even as she offered it. She might not admit it, but the undead ghoul made her very tense and uncomfortable, and for Hadiyya, that was saying a lot.
"It's not your help, but the company of you and your new baby that we're requesting, my sweet Nevermore." Her voice was slightly muffled against the front of his chest, forehead resting on his sternum. Socrates would either have to tolerate the cramped conditions or more.
She clung to him a moment or two before forcing herself to retreat a step, a single dark hand resting at the bend of his hip. A much happier smile already bright on her lips before she turned to Junko. "A walk sounds just lovely." She wasn't generally in favor of physical exertion, but her shoulders were still tight, and the knot of indignant anger in the pit of her stomach didn't want to leave. A nice walk would help her forget the drama and relax. Perhaps she could persuade one or both of them into having a nice family nap later. She grinned at the thought.
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