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 Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 11:15 pm
He had laid there, waiting for her to take the hint, but it seemed she was intent on staying. His face was blushing again. Alright. Alright, she needed proof? Was she still concerned he couldn't... even get undressed himself? His mouth twitched, shifting on the bed. Stars in his eyes that made his breath catch in his throat, he stiffly managed to pull his legs around and to the floor. Almost there. Just... just prove to her you're fine. He grabbed his bed post, and with a mighty tug he somehow managed to go from horizontal, tottering off the edge and then to vertical. Holding his breath and clenching his eyes shut the whole while. Left foot... right foot... His room was fairly small, but the door felt so far away.... Mouth and eyes twitching, he managed to make his way there, wobbling a bit as he forced a smile. See? See he was fine! Now she could go and leave him to his misery.
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 11:39 pm
Oh, she got the hint. When he started moving around!
"W-wait you don't ha-have to...! It's okay really! I'm...I'm leaving!" She sputtered out in a panic, flailing to right herself and to pick up her bag on her way out the door. Nooooo she'd made Christof move a lot, when he was clearly in pain! She was a bad friend, a terrible friend!
...No, wait!
Before she got too far away she ran back to the door, calling out just one more time. "I...I brought you a pie! It's on your desk I think, maybe! Uuhhhh yeah...! O-okay, bye!"
Then she shuffled away as fast as she could without attempting to run, going back to the safety - comfort - silence - well, going back to her room.
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 12:08 am
Once she was gone and the door was shut, the hunchback crumpled, gripping his back as his legs nearly doubled under him. Just.... get in his pajamas and... He got as far as unbuttoning his shirt before his face met the wooden floor with a thunk. He'd... just lay here for a while. Then he'd feel better. Well behaved during Amrita's visit, Scruff now took the opportunity to trot over and relentlessly lick his master's face. He hadn't been fed in HOURS. He was STARVING!
When it seemed his Master wasn't moving, he set about on a mission. At least somebody enjoyed the ghoul's mud pie.
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