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 Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2011 10:17 pm
Christof scowled, face still flushed as he slapped Calder's hand away, standing roughly, "Mathter BARTH is lazthy! A normal... PROPER Mathter doesn't have TIME to do the thingth we pick up for them! If he wath busy... creating life! Or... or... DOOMTHDAY DEVITHETH like NORMAL inventorth it would be different! If they're too buthy making thure everything runth properly they'd have no time to invent! Igorth are a corner thtone to progress! If they're too buthy to invent, who doeth the inventing??"
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2011 10:32 pm
He held his hand once it had been slapped and frowned, about to look for another cupcake to just throw at him, but found that they were all devoured. Then that window of opportunity was over when the boil stood up. Once Christof got on his soapbox, the rain started to fall, and Calder shielded his head from an onslaught of Igor drool as the boil rose up with passion and determination to prove his very profession was of great important. All the while, Calder stuck out his tongue and frowned, finding that it all sounded rather terrible. When he was prompted to answer, he stuck his tongue back in and removed an arm covering his head to shrug. "……..umm…………..other scientists? I don't know. I'm not a scientist. I'm not a Igor either." He set his hands back down, frowning. "I didn’t go to fancy Igor school where people told me to be proud to find limbs and play with shovels and learn fancy décor tips like You did." Of course he was jabbing at the drab, sorry room that Christof had and his strange instruments. "You're just a workaholic who never took a break in his life and so you can't even give it a chance. You think the world will end if you do anything different that wasn't ordered to you first." He reached over, taking a finger and smashing some crumbs that had been on the table. "……..I still don't get you." And he was finding it really hard to even though he had invested so much time trying to figure him out. "….and I even showed you cupcakes."
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2011 11:03 pm
"Dithtractionth!" Christof snarled, "You think itth tho eathy, and yet you're lathy too! I'm the only one who getth anything DONE!" The hunchback was wobbling, eyes dilated tightly from the sugar rush that seemed to have toppled his already teetery head over the deep end. "Mathter Barth ith the WORTHT! I knowtheywarneduthaboutthlothdemonthbuthedoethntdoANYTHINGanditththoboringbutthereththomuchpotential! AND DON'T YOU MOCK MY TRAINING!" He was NOT crazy! It took years of training to be so dedicated! And tons of dedication to sit through the years of training! "You can't jutht THAY 'Yeth, Mathter', you have to BELIEVE it or what are you? An acthethory!" His muscles were twitching, his head rushing with sudden energy and he wanted to HIT something. To throw something. Preferably at Calder. Thankfully the last ounces of self control he was clinging to so tightly were holding.
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2011 11:15 pm
What interest Calder was loosing went straight back and he shot his head up, frowning up at the riled up boil as he shouted about the many wonders of his great and lazy master. "Distraction?!!! YOU LIKED MY CUPCAKES JUST A MINUTE AGO!" He shot a hand out at the empty plate. "YOU CAN'T INSULT THE CUPCAKES WHEN YOU ATE THEM! You KNOW they are amazing!" How could he get one victory in and then have the boil just pretend it never happened! Seeing as he felt just the same urge to rise up as well, he pushed his chair back, planted his hands on the table and glared back. "CUPCAKES ARE NOT A DISTRACTION AND NEITHER IS LIVING YOUR LIFE JUST A LITTLE BIT EACH DAY WITHOUT SOMEONE ORDERING YOU TO!" He barked back, his voice slipping into a accent that was slowly starting to widen his vowels and roll some syllables, showing a bit of his Scottish that he usually kept in check. "AND IF YOU THINK SO MUCH ABOUT MASTER BARTH, WHAT DON'T YOU SHOUT AT HIM INSTEAD OF ME ABOUT HOW LAZY HE IS?! YOU HAVE A MOUTH NOW, DON'T YOU? USE IT!" His tail flickered behind him, whipping about as the kepie flared his nostrils, puffing out air as he lifted a hoof and pawed the tile flooring. UGH! HE WANTED TO KICK THIS BOIL SO BADLY AT TIMES! "WELL?! "
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2011 11:22 pm
"And if I DID tell him off, what good would that do?" He snarled back, thankfully avoiding any trickier consonants.
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2011 11:26 pm
Calder gripped his hair, wanting to either yank his hair or his ears out, and thought hard. "I DON'T KNOW! GET IT OFF YOUR CHEST! TELL HIM TO STOP BEING SO LAZY! MAKE HIM USE HIS DAMN POTENTIAL THAT YOU ARE SSOOO PROUD OF! GEEZ, MIN!" He shouted, his words getting thicker in his suppressed accent as he waved his hands out for the boil to do something.
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2011 11:28 pm
"But then he'll get CROTH with me and then I won't get to help him when he DOETH get around to building thingth!"
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2011 11:32 pm
He waved that idea away. "OH WHAA! Like he'd Do ANYTHING on his own! If he's so lazy, he'll need you! You're just scared! You can't do anything against your master, even say your mind! SEE! That just proves my point!" Leaning on the table, he poked Christof's vest. "I DARE you to go to him and say what you actually think JUST THIS ONCE!" Seeing as he just learned about Truth or Dare, he decided to pull it out now. If the boil didn't, then he'd just feel sure that what he said was all true - not that he wouldn't the other way. He was pretty set on that idea."So what ar' ya?! Scared?!"
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2011 11:58 pm
Dare him to... Christof wobbled, brows furrowing as he digested the notion. "I'm not... thcared," he managed, but truthfully, he was. You didn't talk back to your masters, it just wasn't... done! The better behaved you were, the less likely there would be for a beating, after all. But... Barth certainly wasn't the beating type. In fact, he was an entirely tolerant type to have put up with his frustrated attempts at communicating his impatience with the slow demon rather gracefully. "And if I do.... what then?" Rule 1.... but... but Rule 3 all the same. An Igor should always complete a task given to them.
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2011 12:15 am
UGH!! HE WAS DRIVING HIM NUTS?!!! He wanted to flip the table now at this point, but luckily it was bolted down to the ground. The plate would probably not do any good either as it was plastic. He needed more breakable things around!
"I DON'T KNOW?! WHAT DA HECK DO YA EVEN WANT?!!" Couldn't he just take the dare and DO something once in a while?!!! How did Christof go from being the slobbery, cute puppy lapping up cupcakes and looking scared one moment and then get THIS ANNOYING the next?!!!
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2011 12:54 am
Christof straightened, scowling down at the horse boil- or out, really, even with his shoulders as square as possible his head was a bit lower than it should have been thanks to his curved spine. "Fine. I'll.. go make a fool of mythelf. But you have to give Igoring a chanthe. I'll make a lethon of it, even." Maybe then he'd understand.
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2011 1:07 am
He recoiled at the idea, not at all sure if he had said the right thing and left Christof with that window. Igoring? But that involved a master. He didn't have to have one....did he?
Still, he was far too enraged and running on his own steam to hit the breaks. "FINE! FINE! I'll do it IF you go and speak your mind to your master just like did say it to me! No backing out!" He warned him. "...cause then you really are scared!" And that meant he would have the right to point out that he was afraid of his master and the consequences of going against him than anything else. Not that Calder already saw that Christof was already afraid of the consequences of stepping a single toe out of line - but he WANTED to push him out of bubble. As far as he could!
He shout out a hand. "Deal?!"
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2011 1:11 am
The igor glowered, but ultimately nodded, offering out his own hand to shake and seal the deal. They didn't need demon pacts, they had a Man's Word and Gumption as far as Christof was concerned.
And... and where was the harm in an experiment? It was all an experiment anyway.
Under the delicious taste of cupcake residue, his tongue was burning along it's seam, but he ignored it. That's... just how tongues were.
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