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 Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 3:51 pm
"You know...the music....the attacks...the stuff? It seems quiet out there now it seems like at least I hadn't heard anything when walking past my window in my Dorm." Kettil shifted a little bit as he started to eat his meal with Lark. There was a bit of an unsettling feeling filling him, almost unnerving in a way.
It seemed that he was hungrier than he first let on because he didn't seem to waste time in eating before it was all gone. Mmm tasty. Lar always cooked well.
"I just...y'know...want to make sure is all." Kettil muttered uneasily as he pushed his plate around. He was out of his element here and fighting with Lark on and off through the day certainly hadn't helped at all. Was it just him or was there a weird ticking and clicking sound somewhere? It was muted due to their location but still.
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 4:12 pm
Lark, surprisingly enough, had scarfed down her sandwich as fast as Kettil had. It was strange, really, but she felt as if she'd found her appetite after moving into the dorm. Usually she picked at her plate but that hadn't been the case since she'd come to the academy.
"Tol'ja this place is weird," she muttered around a mouthful of food, pushing away her empty plate. Lark kept sending sideways glances towards the bed. The tips of her ears were red and hot, she could feel it. In fact, she was so caught up with her own thoughts (terrible as they were) that she hadn't really been paying attention to the sudden silence.
"If y'want to head back out we can." It would probably be better to get out of the vicinity of her bed. Out of the vicinity of her dorm. As far away from anything that could even remotely provide any sort of intimate setting.
"Could go find s'more nutcrackers or somethin', mebbe."
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 4:19 pm
"That you did." He muttered quietly. Kettil'd noticed her blushing but said nothing of it mostly for his own sanity. They were ugly thoughts that arose after their minimal spat thoughts that included her with other boils and ...
..No bad. Just don't think about it and don't think about yourself in place of faceless boils she could be with in her room. Alone. Augh.
He smiled over at her and nodded a bit, "Yeah, alright. Maybe some fresh air will do us some good right now anyways, eh?"
Kettil gathered his plate moving to stand up, "Let's clean this up and get going then."
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 4:30 pm
"Yeah. Fresh air." Wrapping you up in my arms sounds good too. Playing with your hair. Brushing my fingers against your lips. Burying my face in your neck. <******** quickly picked up her plate (snagging Kettil's from him in the process) and carried them to the sink. She had to stop thinking like this. He loved Freya. He wanted to be with Freya, even if she had a boilfriend. She was just ... she was just Lark. The best mate. That's the only way he'd ever look at her, and to hope and wish otherwise was just a waste of time. A stupid waste of time.
Finished rinsing the plates off in the sink, Lark moved to snatch up her hat. Rifling through the drawers next to the bed, she snagged a vest much like her favorite one. Mashing her hat down on her head, Lark stopped and peered at Kettil.
"Mebbe we should hit up th' infirmary first. M'gut is," without thinking her next action through, Lark lifted up her shirt to reveal her stomach. A nice bruise was purpling along her torso, "well, it kinda hurts." She dropped her shirt.
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 6:48 pm
He had a plate but now he grasped at air and stared down at it a bit dumbly for a moment as if wondering where it had gone. The activity of her rinsing the plates and moving about got his attention again. Oh. Right. She took the plate from him. Alright then.
Kettil had planned to help her but she seemed in a sudden rush. She lifted up her shirt and his expression went from curiosity straight to concern and then to guilt. He was pretty sure he'd caused that. He nodded quietly toward her, "Yeah, that might be good. I am feeling a bit tender myself," he said quietly. He almost reached out to grab her hand again but stopped himself.
...What was that urge all about?
They held hands from time to time certainly but...
He made himself grin, "Let's go and get ourselves looked over and stuff." Kettil said trying to sound cheerful as he moved to the door to open it for them both.
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 7:13 pm
Lark shuffled out of the dorm room, fussing about the lock as she slipped past Kettil.
"Make sure y'lock it, Ket." She folded her arms over her chest, fighting her own urge to grab his hand. It felt right and yet she knew it was wrong.
"Right, then," Lark mumbled, sending Kettil a sideways glance. "To th'infirmary?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 7:24 pm
He wandered out after Lark pausing to make sure the door was locked and then moved to wander down the hall with Lark. Things suddenly felt...Weird. Awkward for the time being. Like they'd been having some sort of a forbidden moment together in the room they'd just left but all they did was...
..What they did. Nothing scandalous about it and yet..
Kettil shrugged his shoulders as if seeking to get comfortable in his own skin, "Think we should summon Endy and Ben back or do you think it's unsafe?" He asked seeking to break the silence a little.
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 7:30 pm
"Y'can summon Lala back if y'want," Lark mumbled, "Ben's too awkward t'have 'round inside. Might summon 'im back once we finish at the infirmary." She shrugged her thin shoulders. If Kettil wanted to summon Endzela back, she wasn't going to tell him it was a bad idea.
She was making things awkward. That's how she felt, at least. It was her fault.
She didn't know how to stop it.
"I'd ah.. d'offer t'race y'but I'm not feelin' so great, hah."
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2011 9:58 am
He let out a small thoughtful hum, "I think I'll hold off for now." Kettil's hand twitched a bit as he then moved to cross his arms over his chest as they walked as if to try and occupy his hands at the moment he glanced over at her as she told him about racing and he chuckled a little, "I'm not worried about a race. I just want to get ya looked at, Lar. That's my number one priority right now."
Racing can wait for when they are both healthy.
Kettil chewed a little bit on his lip as he walked along his mind whirling with the odd thought or two. They had two spats today already and it was supposed to be a good and happy day for them but...
Why were they fighting so much? He couldn't seem to comprehend the reasoning for it.
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2011 10:56 am
Lark grunted and glanced at Kettil.
Aw, ******** it.
She reached out and looped her arm through his, moving to rest her head on his shoulder. Lark was going to allow herself this small luxury. She could almost pretend that ...
Nope. Stop.
"Y'so sweet, Ket," Lark breathed quietly, giving his arm a squeeze. "Y'always have been. I ain't want t'fight no more t'day. If I start gettin' too shitty, just tell me t'shut up, yeah?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2011 11:04 am
The feeling of her looping her arm through his caused an odd stir inside him that he wasn't prepared for but he liked it. He liked it when they were close like this and thus he didn't stop her as his hand moved to rest against a part of her arm as they walked together. The there was a blush on his cheek as she told him he was sweet and squeezed his arm, "Yeah? Well I am glad you think so."
As of late he'd been feeling everything but sweet when it came to Lark at least that was how she made him feel but he also didn't want to fight anymore. Kettil forgave Lark for everything and probably always would.
"Just remember you told me to tell you that," he murmured quietly with a bit of a chuckle.
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2011 6:22 pm
"Jest feel so unsettled since comin' here, y'know?" Unsettled was an interesting way of putting it. There was a barely unrestrained agitation that boiled just beneath the surface, an irritation that Lark couldn't usually keep tamped down. The worst part of it was that she despised herself, despised feeling jealous.
"I won't ferget," she mumbled. Lark didn't want to fight. She didn't want to feel outraged and furious. It certainly wasn't going to help her cause. Besides, it was his first day here, and for right now?
He was all hers.
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2011 11:09 am
"I know, Lar," he said quietly with a small smile as he walked with her. Kettil wanted to just make Lark happy and stop making so many mistakes and apparently hurting her. One would suppose that he could have just kept his distance but they were mates forever. Mates didn't stay away from each other or turn their backs on the other. Even if it would have been 'for the best' it would also have made things worse between them.
So he'd stay by her side. Ride out storms with her and hope things shine more brightly after each time the clouds part.
Quietly he reached over with his free hand to remove her hat and then tilted his head about so he could kiss the top of her head and then put the hat back on for her albeit a little crooked.
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2011 6:20 pm
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Nio Love rolled 2 12-sided dice:
7, 2
Total: 9 (2-24)
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2011 6:21 pm
 "Awwwww. Ssssoooo sssssssweeeeeeet." IT WAS THE RETURN OF THE BALLSNAKE. He was back, and better than ever. "Isssss there any room in that love connection for ssssome ballsssss?" Ballsnake Attack roll: 2 d12 Damage: 3 to Kettil HP: 8/8
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