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 Posted: Fri May 27, 2011 12:21 pm
"Anything that's still alive?" Barth asked. "...Most of those things...the tape and so on, are on the workbench. I'd be grateful if you could manage it, so I can see how it's done. I'll err, be able to handle the next one."
Not that he planned on handling it, but he would be able to.
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Posted: Fri May 27, 2011 12:32 pm
Calder reached into the basket to find if there was indeed any food that was alive. He started to set some jars and tins out, happy to see some sweet treats and other delectables, before finding a jar that indeed had something squirming around. "Spiced Slowworms." He said, presenting the bottle to Barth. The creatures inside were smooth creatures that looked more like snakes, now sluggish from being cramped and swimming in a marinade of almost black liquid.
Standing up, Calder moved to the workbench, finding it just as cluttered as before and still having a few threads and marks from the lepus had once been. Fiddling about, he hunted for supplies. "So the next one...do you plan on buying more gifts for Christof?"
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Posted: Fri May 27, 2011 12:42 pm
Barth brightened as Calder went to get the wrapping supplies. "Oh, well, I meant next time in the hypothetical sense. Did you want something? For doing the wrapping. You'd have to order it yourself, but err, if you wanted a...jacket, or something similar I wouldn't mind footing the bill. ...Not as an official Favor exchange, mind you. Just the regular variety."
He reached two long claws into the squirming muck, gripping a Slowworm. He bit the head, slowly sucking the rest up like a thick piece of spaghetti.
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Posted: Fri May 27, 2011 12:50 pm
Calder managed to finally find the wrapping paper that had slipped inside some odd tubing that looked as if it was ripped from some plumbing. Taking the roll of paper, printed with bats with party hats, the tape, and the scissors, he headed back to the couch, pausing just a moment.
"Um....not really. I got plenty of new clothes. My dad sends me things...it would be a waste." Sitting down, he dumped the supplies on the table and set to work cutting a long strip of wrapping paper in as straight of a line as he could, using wrapping as an excuse to not look at the demon. Barth's eating habits did not bother him in the slightest. In fact, it was exactly how he ate the slowworms, usually licking his fingers after.
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Posted: Sat May 28, 2011 9:54 pm
Barth chewed, then said, "Nothing wrong with a little waste. There's a whole discipline of sins for it, in fact." A discipline comprised of several of his relatives. "Didn't you get Christof an outfit for Scarentine's? I thought you err, were into that sort of thing. Clothes, I mean."
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2011 5:28 am
Calder cut a long strip of wrapping paper, setting the roll aside and spreading it out before setting the box on top. Wrapping paper wasn't something he had a lot of practice in, but his attempt probably would be much farther than Barth's, who probably would just hand the box with a 'err, here' and nothing more. Making strips of tape, his ears twitched as Barth brought up some rather incriminating evidence.
"I know a lot about clothes. I used to go to a seamstress ever since I was a colt, and her and my father taught me a lot. It's rather...........expected of me to know how to dress ........in that way." He lowered his chin as he tried to focus, bringing up a corner and pressing two strips of tape to the box.
"Christof didn't know his dimensions so I helped him out. I didn't want to have to have done all that work and having him get clothes that didn't even fit or feel comfortable." Not clothes that he had made a contract to get. It would have been rather pointless.
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2011 5:43 am
"...You only wear clothes that are tailored, you mean?" He was an expert at answering questions in a roundabout, unhelpful way, so he could recognize the pattern when he saw it.
Figuring out which answer was being dodged was a different matter.
"Those are orderable too, I think. I mean, I haven't personally, but I assume that's the case."
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2011 5:49 am
"No. Well, I mean yes. They were tailored. My family doesn't exactly have the sort of seeds to order things online." Not that his family even OWNED a computer, let alone knew how to order anything. His dad had been eying them recently and wondering about getting one if not to get up to date on what was happening with the world and in keeping in touch with his family and with his son. The fact that Calder even HAD an eyephone was a miracle.
"I mean......for me.....I know how to dress...pretty." He had to force out the last word, feeling worried and skittish. He had tried very hard to tone down his kelpie traits as best he could so that they would be less startling and revolting, and he managed to get a few friends. He didn't want to scare them off.
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