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 Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2012 4:10 pm
Hel wasn’t sure what had gotten into her either…not that she was aware anything had.
The ghoul continued to brush her thumbs over the little ball of fluff, and looked back up at Roch then. “Oh, why thank you, friend! You know, I have a large container you can take back with you if you like, until you have more food.” Seriously, Hel made lots of stew and then stashed it all the time, especially for times like these!
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Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2012 4:14 pm
"Seriously?" he asked, joy crossing his face. "Jack, Hel, I would LOVE to have that! I can even wash it when it's empty and bring it back for you to fill again!"
Wait... what? Did he just--?
Had he had a tail it would have been wagging. Clearly he had.
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 3:49 pm
If Hel didn’t like feeding her fellow students, she would have punched Roch in the face again for that comment.
As it stood though, she let it slide, though she couldn’t help but sigh wistfully. If only Mot would clean out his dish and bring it back to her asking for refills. As it stood, Mot only got refills because Hel kept dropping them off. Oh well. She should just be thankful he actually ate it. “Sounds like a plan.”
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 4:25 pm
"So how do I pay you back?" Roch asked her, leaning back in his chair and looking at her curiously. "Romantic music for a dinner? Dog sitting for you goin' on a date? Whatchu want?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 4:53 pm
Hel quirked a brow at the punk.
“…Pay me back?” She echoed, and then shook her head. “No, you do not need to pay me back for this.” She couldn’t help but snort at the ‘romantic music’ notion as she went about getting a plastic container to put some stew in for Roch to take back to his room. All the while she still cradled the little fox fire against her chest.
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 4:57 pm
"Then... thanks," he said. "But I can't mooch off of everyone all the time, y'know? I gotta get Rikki back so I can start working properly. I probably need to work the streets, now," he said, frowning slightly as he plotted out his night. "I could probably pick up a few seeds on a warmer night like this."
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 5:03 pm
“Uh Roch, news flash!” Hel replied. “It is not mooching when someone offers, ya? I make plenty as it is for occasions like this, anyways.” With one hand, Hel filled the container with stew and then put a lid on it. She brought it over to the punk then, and slid it across the counter to him. “There you are.”
The valkyrie gave Roch a flat look. “…Work the streets…you do not mean…selling your body, do you?” Hel narrowed her eyes, staring long and hard at the punk, and then snapped her fingers. “OH! You mean playing music, ya?”
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 5:07 pm
"No, I do not whore myself out," Roch drawled, rolling his eyes. "Do I look pretty enough for a job like that? I don't think so! I've been playing street corners for years, hell, since I was eight or so, not that I did it that well back then. But a good guitarist can pick up a few seeds easily enough, especially if he goes back regularly."
Then he frowned. "But it is moochin," he said, jumping back to the subject. "I mean, I know Mot hardly eats and all that--kid's skinny as a rail, I tried his coat on once and it didn't fit, it was that small," he said. "Shouldn't you be feedin' him all the time?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 5:14 pm
Hel snorted with amusement. “You might make more seeds if you did!” She was grinning at him like a Cheshire now, and laughed. “Yes, actually, I think you are pretty enough! A lot prettier than the few boils I have had the misfortune of seeing out of the corner of my eye…but eh, to each his own, ya?” The ghoul nodded her head. “Ah, I see.”
Now she shook her head. “No, it is not mooching. You did not come here looking for food. I offered it, and then I offered more.” Hel snorted once more. “I try feeding him as much as I can…the boil can only take so much though.” The ghoul sighed wistfully. “I think it is amazing he eats what he does now, since it apparently was nothing beforehand!”
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 5:30 pm
"Yeah, I REALLY don't get that," Roch admitted. "I mean, not eating--it's like not breath--well, I guess undead don't do either, really, but still, he's a reaper!" he said, shaking his head. "Nah, it's a foreign concept. Hey, has he done the shooting game with you yet?" he asked, grinning.
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 5:36 pm
Hel sighed. “I do not get it either.” But that would never stop her from trying, that was for sure!
The ghoul blinked. “…The…shooting game?” She echoed. “…Mitsu, Mot and I went to a shooting game in town…called Buzzard’s Breath! We shot guns with paint balls at other beings…is that what you are talking about?”
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 5:43 pm
"Nah, it ain't nearly so high class," Roch said. "Remember when he called up on the phone and sang to you? It's cuz I shot the can that he batted into the air with my gun, so he had to do what I dared him to do," he explained. "We need a couple of six packs of pop, my baseball bat, and some pellet guns--I got one, I guess we could share," he said, standing.
"Unless you don't wanna, that is!"
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 5:46 pm
“…Oh, yes!” Hel nodded her head. She remember that time rather well actually…Mot sang to her ~
The valkyrie took a moment to think about it, and then nodded her head with a grin. “Alright, I am in!” It sounded like fun…a competition as well! On the plus side too, if she learned more about this game, she could play it with Mot too! Yay for bonding time.
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 5:50 pm
"Let me go get the stuff and I'll meet you at the door?" he said. "If you can sneak into Mot's room and steal his pellet gun, we'd be good to go!" he added as he headed for the door. "Gimme five minutes!" he said before leaving.
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