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 Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 5:59 pm
Oops! She didn't know he followed her! The ghoul squeaked and hopped back so she wouldn't walk into him, her lips pursing as he tugged at his sweater. Yes, his sweater might as well have been rags. What did the tugging mean? She didn't get it. "I...um..." Junko frowned and tried not to hurt his feelings; Jove clearly preferred this method of communication, but sometimes Junko just didn't understand it. His shirt was in tatters, and it was falling apart, and it was see-through in some places! What did tugging mean? That he liked his sweaters like that? But...but...! "I don't..understand."
Siiiiiigh!
As the snack was offered up to Her Junko blinked, watching as part of her hair reached down for the food, curling around it and lifting to drop the morsel into Her mouth. Junko chuckled, glancing back toward Her. She was so well behaved lately! She wasn't perfect, but She was getting...better. "If you keep at it She'll feel spoiled." She teased, smiling a little.
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 6:13 pm
Jove's ears perked. Did that mean it was okay to feed Junko's hair, and it was okay for Her to be spoiled? His tail gave a single hesitant wag.
And then he pulled at the hem of his sweater again, so Junko could see it better, and then he wrapped his arms around himself in a hug. Even threadbare and roughed up, it was still so very nice for snuggling in, thick and warm. It would hold in his body heat wonderfully if he had any body heat to speak of.
Maybe this time the pup wasn't entirely oblivious to Junko's discomfort over his lack of speech, because his tail wagged again, and he said "Soft," in a quiet voice. It was like his fur in his natural form, just soft.
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2011 2:39 am
Er...okay. So. Hugging. Hugging meant...well, to Junko hugging was nice. It was safe, and warm, and comforting. Is that what he meant? Oh! Soft! Junko giggled, happier than she probably should be to hear Jove actually talk to her. Soft! Okay! She could do soft. She liked soft. "Okay! I can do that for sure! Do you want it to look like the one you have now as far as design goes? Big and comfy?" She could do that, it sounded like it would be almost similar to a pattern for her kimonos! Almost, though not quite.
"Come on over here, Jove. I'll need to get some measurements so I know what sizes to make for you." She would exaggerate a few for him, but she still needed to know the basics!
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2011 7:43 am
The pup nodded enthusiastically, pulling once more at the hem of the sweater. Like this one was good! His tail wagged happily as he contemplated his future sweater, soft and cosy, good for cuddling up in, and smelling like Junko's room. That was perhaps what he was most excited for, having a sweater that smelled like his friend, and would always reassure him that he wasn't alone.
Without really understanding what these measurements Junko needed were, Jove trotted over willingly.
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2011 3:08 pm
While he followed her request Junko had found a piece of paper and a pencil, holding the pencil in her mouth between her lips and setting the paper down by her feet. "Alright, now hold your arms down at your sides like this." Junko instructed the small pup, holding her arms against her sides at either side of her in demonstration. Junko was used to people squirming, but that usually wasn't until she got out needles during a fitting; she'd never stuck a person with a needle before, but some people were apparently sensitive and wary of needles. Junko honestly couldn't see why. What was there to be afraid of?
She waited patiently for Jove to do as she said before getting down on her knees, stretching out the tape so hold it at full length. Junko held one end against the top of Jove's shoulder, keeping it there with one hand while the other reached to stretch the tape down the length of his arm, glad for the ghost boil's small size. She pinched the end of the tape where it stopped at his wrist, checking the number and scribbling it down on the paper. See? Not bad. She didn't need everything but she might as well get it all while she was here; Junko liked to have all of her friends' measurements if she could so she could make surprise outfits for them.
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Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2011 5:09 pm
Jove was fairly obedient, holding his arm straight until she got the tape measure out. A couple times during the process he made things difficult by twisting to see what Junko was doing, inadvertently tugging his arm away on a couple occasions before she could get a good measurement.
Then he wanted to peer at the measuring tape himself, his little hands taking it from her and letting the end dangle on the floor. He had never seen a measuring tape before, it was like a long, flexible ruler with the little numbers on it! The pup thought that was all Junko had needed it for, and was all prepared to play with the surprising toy.
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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2011 8:29 pm
Junko frowned and found herself having to make Jove stand properly a few times, murmuring for him to stay still. She couldn't get his measurements if he didn't stay still! Didn't he know how this worked? "Jove, please. I need you to stay still." She said gently, putting her hands on his shoulders with an exasperated chuckle. She couldn't do this for him unless he cooperated! She'd done measurements before where the person was ticklish, but not fidgety in that they wanted to watch her.
And then he took the measuring tape. She blinked. "Ah, Jove. I still need that. May I have it back, please?" Pretty please? She didn't want to just tear it from his hands, but she needed it.
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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2011 9:13 pm
The little pup pouted slightly, but he gave her back the measuring tape regardless. With any luck she would let him have it afterwards, and he could inspect it at his leisure while she did magical things and made clothing. Although he would want to watch that part, for sure... Maybe after the magical things. Already he was wondering what all the measurements were for, couldn't she just make something that looked like his old sweater?
He wasn't sure how much she had left to go, but he would try to stand still like she asked. It was just so hard, he wanted to know what she was doing, and on top of that, the way her fingers brushed over him gave him a flinching, fluttering feeling he didn't immediately recognize as a sign of being ticklish.
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