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 Posted: Fri May 20, 2011 5:57 pm
"Oh yes it is, if it happened to someone else, you'd be laughing too." Mac pointed out, smiling at her. He wasn't looking when she stuck her tongue out at the poor pup, but the little scareon sure noticed. Letting out a yelp and hightailed it out of there, definitely planning to gtfo of this ghoul's bubble a-s-a-p. Mac had jumped when he heard the yelp, and yet still managed to miss the tongue.
"What happened?" He asked, honestly concerned; that particular pup was a brave little brat, that noise wasn't a very common one.
"Not everything." The Reaper went on to explain. "Just the things that amuse me." He clarified, as it was super important. "I haven't been on anything lately, scout's honor." Which meant more to him than the boilscouts oath, anyway. Apparently he found what he wanted, and so he got to his feet to cross the room, stopping in front of her and raising a hand, a lazily balled fist, only barely out of reach. There was a slight glow to whatever was in his hand, and considering he was looking at pins earlier, it was a good indication as to what it was he was holding from her.
"Before I give you these...what's your name?"
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Posted: Wed May 25, 2011 6:33 am
It was Maritess' turn to chuckle softly at someone else's discomfort. Granted it was that of a scareon pup and not a fellow student but Tess would get her little victories wherever she could. "Oh, it was nothing your little beast couldn't lick," there was a certain smugness at the intentional pun but she wasn't going to elaborate on it.
She fixed her crimson eyes on the reaper boil, as if trying to gauge the verity of his claim regarding her little accusation of being under the influence. "The lately part raises some concern but then again, if you can procure the literature I shouldn't be surprised at what else you are capable of procuring," she pursed her lips, torn between disapproval and admiration.
The critical stare she'd been giving him suddenly shifted to embarrassed blinking when she realized, "I-I never gave you my name?" Obviously, Tess, otherwise why would be he asking? Again the blush appeared on the apples of her cheeks. While not the intense mortification of earlier it was still a distinct shade of embarrassment. "I'm Maritess. And you? How would you prefer I call you, other than Reaper Boil." She only knew of him by his sobriquet, which sounded silly to use if you weren't Lizzy.
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Posted: Wed May 25, 2011 10:13 am
"Give him a few more months, he'll be terrifying." Mac drawled out, pokerfaced. The pups had been pups for quite a while; october after october rolled by and they didn't seem to get any bigger...or any more mature.
"Hmm, I wonder." Mac still seemed endlessly amused with this ghoul and the way she spoke, acted and seemed remarkably impressed with him. Really, how hard was it to buy a book? Her words, at least, made him feel a healthy dose of pride; it was nice to be recognized nonetheless. "No, you have not." He assured her, finding himself enjoying the blush that managed to grow on her cheeks. Aww, that was adorable. Actually...she wasn't a bad looking ghoul; at least what was left of her.
"Mac." Was his simple answer to her, accented with a little shrug. "Just Mac." He decided to clarify, seeing as she was friends with Lizzy, and Lizzy liked to give him a really stupid nickname. "Nice to meet you, Maritess." As promised he held out the buttons to her, both of them laying innocently on his palm. "Since you're new to this, here's a few tips: They should just spring to life, and I am not responsible for any injury to any creature or any thing." Like most things on halloween, the consoles could get pretty rowdy.
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Posted: Fri May 27, 2011 11:30 pm
Tess listened to Mac's explanation with utmost concentration. She was like this whenever she encountered something completely new. Well, technically this isn't completely new. "I'll have you know this isn't my first time," she huffed. It was just with the skintendo DS and it was already on by the time she held the console but he didn't need to know that. "I've done it with Lizzy!" It took the winged ghoul the instant the words left her mouth to realize just how... inappropriate and innuendo-filled that sounded.
Aaaaand cue deepening blush, "HANDLED CONSOLES! I mean console! Just one at a time and she took the lead and and I AM GOING TO SHUT UP NOW, PLEASE CONTINUE WITH YOUR EXPLANATION!" and her mouth firmly clamped shut.
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Posted: Mon May 30, 2011 8:15 am
The first innuendo slip was overlooked, mostly because it could still be seen as innocent, though it was hard with a cute, easily embarrassed ghoul in front of him. The second one though, just couldn't be overlooked. His smile returned to a grin and, with a shoulder-shaking snort, he leaned back to laugh again.
And then laughed louder, shaking his head and lifting his hands to thread through his hair, taking off his hat in the process. It was super hard to keep straight faced around her, and he honestly couldn't recall the last time he had so much fun around a ghoul. When she clamped her mouth shut he started to control his amusement, pressing the side of a hand against his mouth as though to stifle it even further.
"Hahaaaa you're cute! Well, I'm glad you've, uh, done it with Lizzy." Okay, he couldn't keep a straight face, he couldn't. It was impossible. "But! That was pretty much it, other than that you can, uh, figure it out as you go. Nothing beats getting experience, yeah?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 02, 2011 9:38 am
See Tess' mouth? That is not opening while she was still within earshot of Mac. For the love of Jack, Tess, stop talking and just keep quiet. You continue to further make a complete fool of yourself. Not to mention give a very poor impression of your parents and your upbringing. What will your poor father say?!
The mental self-flagellation continued as Mac's laughter grew louder and at that point, all Tess wanted to do was fly up into the rafters and live so she can die. Again. And then maybe live again so she can die again and ad nauseum. Her eyes glared daggers at the Reaper when he made that suggestive crack about her and Lizzy. She glared so hard she could be glaring beams at him. Were it not for the fact she was undead and fire was a big no-no and oh yes, she couldn't physically do such a feat.
Her lips pinched into an even tighter line at the emphasis on the word experience before her decision to keep her mouth shut FOREVER was reconsidered. "Consoles understood," she stated, trying to keep her words few and her tone clipped. "When's the Literature's delivery?" No, she hasn't forgotten about that part of the deal. Maybe she should have.
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Posted: Fri Jun 03, 2011 9:55 am
Ooooh this ghoul is cuuuuute~! Once he caught on to her glare he made motions as though he was actually stabbed with her eye daggers, holding his chest and stumbling back half a step. He was still grinning like a cheshire, but at least he wasn't laughing anymore? Well, the effort was there at least.
"Wow if looks could kill!" Shaking his head, he dug into a pocket and fished out his phone, unlocking it. "Who knows, sometime between a couple days and a week. You have two options; either I randomly swing by your dorm and tell you, or you give me your skelephone number and I'll call you instead."
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Posted: Sun Jun 05, 2011 4:05 am
Maritess' glare intensified. If such was possible. Which apparently it was, "Don't patronize me," she hissed, "Besides, if I could glare anyone to death, I wouldn't need my legs to be a proper manananggal," she huffed, glancing sideways, not wanting to meet his gaze.
Still looking at everything that wasn't Mac, she answered, "I'll give you my number. I don't want you anywhere near my room. Or the undead dorms." It sounded more conspiracy-laden than actual distaste. Not that she liked him or anything, this was just business. Maintain a professional air, Tess, no one will ever take you seriously otherwise. She straightened herself, smoothed out her blouse, and reached into her pocket for her own phone. And found she'd left it. "I, I uh, maybe you can just take dictation and write yours down on something."
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