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 Posted: Thu Jul 07, 2011 11:33 pm
"N...no? I have not shown to other people, if that's what you mean. I want to show Barth because he's in it too and you guys are...friends ? Or whatever you are." Claire tilted her head for a moment. But... Why did he rip it up? "Do you...-want- me to show people? Or not? I'm just wondering because you ripped it up and I'm okay with it being a secret if you really want..."
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Posted: Thu Jul 07, 2011 11:40 pm
In hurried, overlarge and enthusiastic handwriting, Christof's slate read:
YES. SECRET STORY.
His expression, he hoped, expressed urgency and delight in the idea while his brain strangled with the idea of *something like that getting out and around*. His stomach twisted sickeningly.
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Posted: Fri Jul 08, 2011 12:00 am
Claire gave him a huge wink to show she understood and made a mental note (a seeeekrit mental note) to destroy all the copies she made, excluding her original one, because she liked to read it.
"Is Barth mean to you?" she said curiously as she rummaged in her bag for some food.
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Posted: Fri Jul 08, 2011 12:24 am
The hunchback was sagging with relief, praying the dim demoness actually got the hint. His reputation was bad enough as it was without tube tops and fairy gowns added to the mix.
At the sudden question, he blinked, trying to catch up before shaking his head. He wiped the slate clean with his sleeve only to realize what he was still wearing.
He flushed, scribbling out a quick:
No. Master is
Very Kind.
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Posted: Fri Jul 08, 2011 12:32 am
Claire bit her lip before replying.
"Does he make you, like... Do stuff a lot? Cause he makes me do stuff, and I don't even have his mark. Can demons even get marks?"
Claire didn't know how that would occur. She hadn't ever given someone her mark, ever. She suddenly wanted to.
But that would involve helping someone, and Claire was too lazy for that.
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Posted: Fri Jul 08, 2011 12:50 am
He nodded, eyeing her skeptically. He had heard stories of Igors dying of exhaustion while working for Sloth demons when he was still Young, but honestly... Barth was a very good Master. He kept him busy. He understood their relationship, and yet was still... a friend. It was odd. He still wasn't quite sure what to make of it, but it was comfortable, at least.
He was rarely left pining, the way he was under Mistress.
He didn't know much about Gluttony demons, other than they were apparently very akin to Greed demons. And judging by the snacks she packed- he paled. She wasn't upset about Master's Fridge was she?
He nodded, very slowly, lifting a hand to pull off the fingerless glove that concealed the mark covering it up to his wrist.
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Posted: Fri Jul 08, 2011 12:55 am
"So that's what Barth's mark looks like..." said Claire, eyeing it with a weird expression. She didn't know what to think or how to react. She just nodded.
"How did you get the mark?" she asked.
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Posted: Fri Jul 08, 2011 12:57 am
His brows furrowed. Did she mean initially...? Or the renew? Fidgeting, he settled for pointing to the cage where the monstrous little patchwork Lepus, thankfully, was fast asleep under his workbench.
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Posted: Fri Jul 08, 2011 1:03 am
Claire pulled a confused face. She didn't have any idea at all ever what the jack that meant. She nodded anyway. It was very hard to communicate with this boil! And Claire liked communication. It was muchly fun. She just... backed away in a polite manner. "Well, um, I'll keep our secret story a secret. I'll... see you later, Christof?" she said to him as she opened the door and stepped outside. Claire didn't really like the undead dorms so she hurried herself to get out of the area.
Christof is weird. Why can't he tal-- oh, right. The mouth stitches. Why doesn't he just un-stitch his mouth? And then he could talk. I wonder what he sounds like... OH JACK, I forgot to ask him if he could eat or not! Oh well. I want food.
And so, Claire ate some food.
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