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 Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 12:05 pm
Moure gave a nod. "Ahh...I see." An abandoned classroom and no idea when they'd meet. Then the reaper had pulled out his eyephone. Moure needed to remember to get one of those eventually...but yeah, skellyphone number first. Moure rattled off the number from the top of his head. (In all actuality, the fact that Moure even had a skellyphone number to give was quite an achievement. His Creator had gotten one for him a while back, but only so she could call him in the middle of Orders and tell him to add another thing to the Errand List, etc etc. )
Moure rolled his eye a bit. "Or when you want pizza, I suppose. As long as you know you're paying for it, I'll grab it for you." Sounded like a good enough deal. After all, it was just another Errand, only he might actually get tipped for these ones. Roch's question took him a bit off-guard. "Do I eat?" Moure repeated the question, then nodded. "I do, but only when I really have to. Or if I don't have any other Errands to be running." Eating was like sleeping in the Patchwork's mind: A necessary inconvenience. They're only to be done when he really needs to do so (Like, "Eat/sleep or you're going to collapse"), or when he has no other Errands to be doing.
((Pretend Moure gave Roch his number, since I'm too lazy to make the number up right now. l'D;; ))
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 12:11 pm
Roch nodded, taking the number and saving it on his eyephone. "Yeah," he said. "Once I get everything put together and stuff I'll call you with that information," he told the other boil, pocketing the eyephone and zipping his vest back up. The concept of only eating when you had to was such a foreign one that he stared at Moure for a moment before shrugging it off.
"Hey," he said abruptly. "Do you wanna learn an instrument?" Sure he'd rush the beat, but still, it was like... a necessity of life in Roch's opinion. "Just for shits and giggles," he added.
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 12:41 pm
Moure gave a nod, "Alright. Seems you've got your Club an Errand Boy then." He'd have to remember to re-charge his skellyphone, then. Can't have it dying in the middle of a Errand Call, after all. Especially if it's an Errand Call for a Club. He'd need to pick out a special ringtone for the club then...eh, he'd record the Club making music or something later for it. Yup, that'd work. Then, as Roch stared at him for his statement about not really eating for fun or enjoyment, Moure raised an eyebrow until the reaper shrugged.
The next question from the boil took the patchwork off guard a bit. He looked at the guitar the other boil had, then back at the reaper. Moure had never really...thought about that, actually. (Sure, he knew there was a class for that, but...) "I...I suppose. Sure." Moure gave a bit of a shrug. "Why, did you have something in mind?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 1:02 pm
"Dunno yet," Roch admitted. "Come to one of the meetings when it starts up and you can pick from what we play. That way you've got an idea of what best suits you. I'm leaning towards drums, but you might be better at something else. Just... can't really imagine a life without some sort of music," he added, feeling a bit adrift at the very idea.
He gave the other boil a crooked grin, shrugging. "But hell, a piece of me is literally a musical instrument, so I'm probably biased."
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 1:20 pm
Moure gave a shrug. "Alright then. I mean, I'll be at the meetings anyway..." He'd be there for Errand Running, of course. "Hmm, I actually have no idea what I'd be good with, so this would all be one big...experiment, I guess." Moure did listen to music, he wasn't completely music-less, after all. But he just didn't really...play anything.
Moure gave Roch a slight grin and a shrug. "You probably are." After all, Moure was a Runner, and he couldn't imagine not running, so having an instrument being his weapon was probably similar, in the way that the reaper couldn't imagine not playing. It made sense after all.
Moure looked at the empty pizza boxes, then back at the reaper. "Oh, and since I'm already here, did you need anything else?" He gestured toward the empty food containers. After all, he WAS already here...More efficient to just do another Errand if the boil had one for him.
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 2:08 pm
"Well... wanna pitch these for me?" Roch asked, picking up the boxes. "If you don't mind," he added a bit belatedly. The fact that Moure was a patchwork didn't even seem to register with the punk boil. They were both students, and that was the important part, right?
And most importantly, Moure wasn't a ghost.
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 2:45 pm
"Sure." Moure took the boxes that were offered out to him, looking around a bit to see if there was any trash cans or dumpsters around. There should be some out by the cafeteria, right...? Well, he knew where that was, at least. And he thought he'd seen some out by the dorms too...
Moure looked back to the reaper, "Anything else?" After all, Moure could just throw the boxes away on his back to his dorm, so if there was another Errand the boil wanted him to do, now would be a good time for him to mention it.
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 2:50 pm
"Nah, that's it for now," Roch said, a bit worried by how eager the other boil was to... do stuff for other people. "Thanks?" he offered. He would just have to look up patchwork guys and figure out what in the hell was wrong with the kid.
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 11:24 pm
"Alright then..." Moure gave a nod, tucking the empty pizza boxes under his arm. "When you figure out what's goin on the club, just give me a call and I'll be there to help." Moure gave a final nod, then turned and looked like he was going to leave. After a moment, the patchwork turned slightly, looking back over his shoulder at the reaper as he thanked him. "...You're welcome, I guess." Thanks were kind of unusual to the patchwork. He didn't get them much back home...
He raised a hand back toward Roch as a sign of a goodbye, then actually did turn to leave. Then, the patchwork was off and running, heading back in the direction of the dorms. In a matter of seconds, he'd be out of view. (From there, he would throw away the pizza boxes and head back toward his room to finish unpacking.) Well, it seemed Moure was now going to be attending the local music club...In Moure's eyes, it had been a very efficient day.
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