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 Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2011 6:28 pm
"Just...never got around to it, I suspect." It wasn't like Christof was just handing them out. And Riley probably didn't have- well, and even if she did... Barth was finding this line of questioning more distressing than he had expected.
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2011 6:38 pm
Calder started to get that Christof was becoming a touchier subject nowadays, and while he didn't exactly know the details, the fact there wasn't much response told him it was probably best to move on. He certainly didn't want to dig daggers into a boil he already beat up.
Instead, he went on another avenue that he hoped was at least a bit less painful.
"So why did you give me your pin? I never asked for it."
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2011 7:47 pm
"You err..." Barth reached up to fumble with his own collar, where Calder's pin was. His claw brushed Calder's hand, where Calder was dabbing his chin, and he gave up.
"I have yours. And you...earned mine, rightfully, today. But if there's anyone...I mean, if err, even if you hadn't earned it battling-wise, all this past week- err."
"You earned it," Barth finished meekly.
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2011 8:30 pm
He smiled at his own pin. "Good. I don't want to win a pin just cause I won a fight. I want to win one because you wanted to give me one." It was a big difference to winning something by force than being given a pin by choice. He liked the latter much more.
Chin cleaned, Calder worked to unwrapping a bandaid and placed it on the boil's chin. A black, fat unicorn was leaping on the bandaid, which was a vibrant orange. "There. Do you have any other scrapes? I have more bandaids. You should probably get some ice for whatever bruises you might have." Sadly Calder had no fridge and therefor no ice.
While he was at it, he started to wipe at his own wounds, licking one arm before wiping it with the cloth and then working on grabbing his own bandaid. Barth's thorns were rather nasty, but at least he knew that the boil could protect himself if things got rough.
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2011 9:41 pm
Barth was not sure what his friends had against his chin. Christof had nearly gouged him. He half-suspected bandaids were becoming a permanent fixture there.
"Think I'm alright on the bandaid front. Just need some rest."
Barth watched Calder's...somewhat unmedical self-healing process.
"The thorns grabbed you, didn't they."
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2011 10:26 pm
Calder had placed a bandaid on his arm and started to lick the back of his hand. It was more self assurance and comforting than medical, and once he stopped for speak, he dipped the cloth and actually disinfected it. "Just a bit. Nothing serious. I get similar scrapes if I run through the woods without looking. Certainly nasty though. I liked em better when was inside of them than on the outside." He placed another bandaid and proceeded to lick his palm.
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2011 8:19 pm
"I didn't mean for them to," Barth said, a little guiltily. "I wasn't...thinking about that."
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2011 10:24 pm
"Well, that was a lot of control for not thinking about it." He pointed out, and watched as Barth seemed to sink further into the blanket. Maybe he should let him rest. They had both just battled after all. Reaching over, he took the glass from the sloth and set it aside as it didn't seem he was drinking it and then reached over for another blanket, draping it across the boil. "How about you rest up." He suggested, knowing that it would probably be taken up on.
"Unless the damp bothers you. If you give me a bit, I'll walk us back to your dorm. I just...need a moment." It was a long walk and the damn demon dorms was uphill to boot. He wasn't feeling it.
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2011 6:29 am
"Doesn't bother," Barth muttered. As Calder had correctly assessed, he was already dozing off. The blankets were cozier than the chair had been, and already lying down...he was asleep in a short amount of time.
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2011 8:10 pm
Calder watched a moment to see that Barth was good and sleeping before sighing and taking a breather. He had never thought that Barth would ever be in his room before, and looking about, could tell that was the case. Oh dear! He left everything out in the open. That magazine was still open to the centerfold and crud, he still had his homework half completed because he just couldn't figure it out open for all the world to see.
Getting back on his hooves, Calder started to tidy up, grabbing magazines to hide them back with his stash, stuffing ghouly magazine inside books, and stacking all the rest onto shelves. At some point, he just started tossing things into a basket and forced down the lid. When all looked nice and tidy, he relaxed and then set to work bringing out his combs and brushes. They were all kept in a elegant, wooden box of dark wood and painting with what looked like water colors. He brushed his fingers against the elegant carving, a lush picture of blooming water plants.
Set, he then looked back to his friend, and yawning, laid down and rested beside him.
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2011 8:49 pm
It was hours before Barth woke up again. Inexplicably, he would have felt better with the thorns about, but when he woke up there was only the beginning of one tiny, thornless sprout.
I he thought drowsily, am in rotten shape.
Still, he was warm, and his condition was practically self-inflicted, and...where was he? Calder's room. That's right. Now he could see it properly. Covered in moss, the furniture was sparse and there was a tub in the room, but no bed. Barth couldn't make sense of it. Tubs. His obligations.
"Calder?" he asked.
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2011 9:01 pm
When Calder heard his name, his hoof jerked out to kick out into the air beside him, with a mutter of 'wolves' before the drowsy kelpie started to come back awake. Usually he would perk right up, but in his own room and with someone nearby, he let himself sleep more deeply than normally.
Confused a moment, he sat up and rubbed his face before pulling the hair, most coming out of his ribbon, out of his face. "Hmm?" He asked, looking at the demon and smiled. "Um...you got..." He leaned over and plucked a leech from his brow. "Sorry. Bragla should know better." He wagged a finger at the leech before tossing it at the pond. It landed with a 'plop' in the water.
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2011 9:04 pm
Barth reached up to rub his forehead worriedly. "Not bleeding, is it?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2011 9:24 pm
Calder licked his thumb and reached over, brushing some of Barth's bangs aside to rub at the mark. "Just a little p***k, but nothing big. Sorry. They tend to take any opportunity for a meal and I doubt they come across demon blood that often. They should know better." Of course they never bothered with his other visitors because they were all undead and it was never something they found as appetizing.
Smiling, Calder licked his thumb again. "Maybe you could tell someone you fought off a werewolf or got into a fight with a troll."
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2011 9:50 pm
"They've got expensive tastes," Barth said. "I think people would find it more believable if I told them I was starting a bandaid collection."
He was not sure how to feel about Calder being so close, again, and gently brushing back the hair from his face. Fluttery. He felt fluttery. Some of it, at least, he could blame on lingering wooziness.
"...We made a bet," Barth managed.
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