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 Posted: Tue Jun 21, 2011 8:58 pm
"Yeeeah...well that's good for you at least." Mac chuckled. He wasn't jealous, he had a loving set of adoptive parents, but he just couldn't feel love for the pair that had for whatever reason bothered to get him from the pumpkin patch. Actually, that was the only thing he was thankful for. If it weren't for them, he wouldn't be alive...but that was where the kindness ended.
"Ouch man, Babysitter? That's just...cruel!" Mac had never had a babysitter, not that he could remember; Aunt Dree stayed at home until Mac was old enough to watch Saide. Those nights were hell. Absolutely hell.
"Yup, Sawdust. You wanted to get rid of the unmanly smell in your room." He was teasing of course, and lightly shoved Mot through the front doors of the mall (after making sure they were open first), and bodily turned him to face the direction of the outdoor item store.
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Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2011 2:56 am
Mot was shoved into the maul, glaring back at the other reaper with a 'I'll get you for that' smirk. Well, although he might have been glaring, who could tell with the brim of his hat always hiding his features?
"Ah yes, the smell." He commented idly, wandering into the outdoor items store. "Soooooo~" Mot began, striding through the aisles. "How long you been at Amnity? Any advice or warnings?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2011 11:52 am
Any warnings?
"WELL." Mac had a lot of warnings. Poor Mot was going to get an earful. "Avoid Pink-haired Demons, they're off their rocker. Avoid pets of the Pink haired Demons, because they're even worse." The Reaper was starting his warnings by counting them out on his hand, so far two fingers were pressed down. "Try to not get caught by any of the faculty if you're doing something questionable." Third finger went down. "Field Trips: If you can avoid them, do it. I swear to Jack they're the worst experiences ever." The fourth finger had gone down as he ranted about the field trips. "Students die on field trips, man." Hmm what else, what else...
"I don't know man, just, be careful and don't try to piss anyone off?" Okay, so maybe he only had five pieces of advice. His hand held the counted thumb, palm still up and fingers still spread.
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Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2011 1:36 pm
That was certainly a lot of warnings. Some seemed very specific. "You lead a dangerous life, partner." He commented, stroking his chin. He was wondering how school trips could go so wrong that someone would die as well. "Just where in Hell do they take you?" Mot should have been worried, but he seemed rather.. interested.
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Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2011 2:39 pm
"Some place you'd better hope to never go." Mac said in a rather cryptic way. He looked oddly serious, lifeless black eyes, thinly pressed lips...the whole shebang. With a sigh, he thought he would elaborate. "We were taken to an island covered in fog...and attacked by black robed Reapers." Wincing, a hand went up to his throat, rubbing the skin where a wound had been. "It was nasty. Most of us died one way or another..." Uncomfortable beyong reason now, Mac lifted his hands to hug across his chest. That was just...a nasty time. Too nasty.
"...What about that?" SUBJECT CHANGE AHOY! He gestured towards bags of mulch on the shelf next to them.
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Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2011 12:52 pm
Woah. Mac just got... darker! His already back gaze seemed even harsher, and seemed to radiate.. death. "Bad times.." Mot replied, letting the subject go.
Students seemed to die a lot here. Was that in the brochure? He couldn't remember.
Mot looked to where Mac so helpfully pointed. Mulch? That could work. The long legged reaper strolled towards the section f the store and looked over his options. Whatever works! He grabbed a bag and slung it over his shoulder.. nearly toppling himself over in the process. "Oookay. Either I'm covering my floor in this stuff, or I get some kind of planting pots to keep it all in."
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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2011 9:01 pm
"I think it'd lend something to the room if you just put it all over the floor." Mac drawled in a lisp as he imitated the gayest of the flamboyant decorators on the TV. His charade didn't last too long before he burst into laughter, and then he oh-so-helpfully gave a light push to the teeter-tottering Mot.
That was when he noticed the clock on the wall.
"Ah! Dude, did you need help taking this stuff back? If you do, we gotta go, uh, now..." He had some serious business to attend to!
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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2011 9:06 pm
Mot nearly died laughing at Mac's impression. He held his stomach with both hands, trying to tame his laughing enough to hear wat Mac was saying next. "Oh hey, yeah. Grab a bag." Mot instructed, trying to pick up a big bag of saw dust by himself.
. . .
"Uh.. or help me with the one." It..it was heavy for any boil, really!
. . .
Maybe just him.
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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2011 9:18 pm
Ba ha ha Mot liked his joke, Mac wins.
"...Wow, man. Really?" He chuckled, reaching out to take the bag from Mot. Oof! Okay, so it was heavy, but...jack damnit there was the principle of it all! He couldn't back out now, after making fun of Mot for it! "I'll take the big one, you get a smaller one...and then add more as you need it?" It was a decent suggestion, but he kind of continued the urgent 'LETS GO NOW' by edging his way to the check out while he gave his aforementioned decent suggestion.
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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2011 9:22 pm
Well, this was slightly emasculating. Mot grumped, taking a smaller bag and hoisting it over his shoulder. "This should be plenty." Mot grumbled, following after the antsy Mac.
"Woah, partner. Fire in your britches all of the sudden?" Mot smirked, beating Mac to the checkout, dumping the heavy bag onto the counter with a huff. He speedily paid what was owed and took the bag again, since Mac was in such a hurry to get back.
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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2011 9:34 pm
"Yeah man, I forgot I had stuff to do." Mac explained, hoisting the heavy bag with a strained, uncomfortable oomf. The bag itself was hoisted to rest over his shoulder, shuffling back to the dorms with the cowboil. "I can help ya with this stuff tomorrow iffn you want, but the rest of today's kinda out." At least he sounded somewhat apologetic?
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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2011 9:44 pm
"No, that's alright. I think I can handle tossing sawdust on the floor." Mot chuckled, struggling to keep up with his lighter load.
Sad.
But soon enough, there they were, back at the dorms. Mot trudged to his room, dropping the bag in front of his door with a huff. "Th-there...you...go ahead and... do what... you need to do.." Mot huffed, leaning against his door. "I got this.. neighbour."
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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2011 10:05 pm
By the time they got to the dorm, Mac was pretty sure he was going to die. His everything hurt, the back was heavy as...well as something really heavy, and he was just done. Luckily Mot's room showed up just in time, and he dropped the bag near the cowboil's. "Ugh...th-thanks, dude. Might wanna...ah...take a break or sommat. Cya~"
Which was what he was gonna do. Who cares if he was late? He didn't. Anyone who told him he did was a liar.
The three steps to his room was agony, the trial of the doorknob was trying, but nothing beat the feel of his pillow on his face as he flopped onto his bed.
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