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 Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 9:17 pm
Oh, her temper was just rising, and rising. She wanted to wipe that look off of his face, and then maybe she’d throw him out that window that he came in through. It’d be terribly satisfying, she was sure. Despite the pain her back was in from the motions and actions, she reached out and planted her hand on his face, not gently at all, and tried to push him back.
“Get. Out.”
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 9:25 pm
Oh, face-shoving, was it? Mac stumbled back as she pushed, but he didn't submit. Instead he grabbed her wrists and tried to pry her hands from him.
"No, Hel. You reek, which means you haven't been bathing." He repeated for her knowledge, gripping her wrists to deter her from trying something like that again. "And if you're not bathing, your wounds aren't clean." He got to his feet then, standing beside her bed and still holding her captive. "And if your wounds aren't clean, you could get a FEAR infection." He'd had many thanks to improperly cared for wounds, yet none of his wounds had ever been to Hel's extent. Scrapes, cuts and nearly taken off fingers, but never an amputee.
"And, for some stupid reason, I like you enough to not want that to happen to you. So." The word was stressed for the important thing that it was, and he slowly, slowly started to release the pressure at which he held her wrists. "Bath time."
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 9:35 pm
Hel started to flail, though it really wasn’t much, considering how weak it was. “Blah, blah, blah,” She sneered, glaring daggers up at the boil. “Oh, you like me, huh? This is news!” She tried tugging again. “I was pretty certain you did not, after that whole batting cage fiasco.” The ghoul paused as the pressure on her wrists started to loosen, and once she had enough leeway, she yanked her wrists from his hands, hissing once more as she curled up and clenched her eyes shut.
Ow.
“I will bathe later and most certainly not with you here.”
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 9:49 pm
"Batting...? OH!" Right, yes, that time with Lizzy. Uhh...right. "Uh, well, see, that's because you're a stubborn b***h." C: Mac, you always know what to say! Black eyed bore down on her as she tore her wrists free and collapsed into a ball of pathetic, folding his arms across his chest and looming enough to cast a shadow over her.
"No you won't, you'll bathe now. Either you go on your own free will, or I'll drag you kicking and screaming."
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 9:53 pm
“You are a stubborn a** hat.” She snapped back, and she glared back up at the boil defiantly, despite his attempt to tower over her threateningly. She scowled at his words, and just to show what she thought of them, she flopped back down onto her bed, burying her face in her pillow.
She could only tell him to go ******** himself so many times, after all.
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 9:58 pm
That show of defiance was starting to get on his nerves; why did he bother to do this, again? What was the point in trying to help someone who clearly just wanted to curl up and die? He couldn't remember that answer right now, but he did know one thing for sure; this was war, and he was not backing down. With a snort he turned around, heading towards her little bathroom with heavy steps. The door was opened, and...was that the sound of running water?
It was.
He returned with the same heavy booted steps, leaning his hands on the bed. "Oh, Hel, Lookit that! Someone got the bath ready for you." The continuous rush of water in the background was unmistakable; the bath was filling up. "Don't be rude now, get up."
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 10:11 pm
Maybe if she ignored him, he’d go away!
Highly unlikely. Hel let out an aggravated cry into her pillow. What, seriously? He was drawing her a bath? Ugh! “Rude, Mac, is you entering my room without my permission.” Her voice was a muffled by the pillow, the pillow she wasn’t removing her face from. Yup. This was a battle, and she wasn’t about to let Mac win…or at the least she wasn’t going to aid him in any way. She stayed right where she was.
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2012 10:01 am
"You're right, I was rude." The Reaper submitted...perhaps a little too easily. For a moment he let it go, sitting down and taking off his boots, his belt, his jacket, his hat, and pretty much anything he had in his pockets. Hmm...the socks, too. Those were removed and placed in a little pile. War was war, and he was going to win for her sake.
"You can destroy me later, but first we need to get you clean." Suddenly, his arms were under her, using brute force to pull her up off the bed.
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2012 10:48 am
Who was instantly on alarm? That’s right, Hel was. Mac never made anything easy. Then she heard the sound of clothes rustling…
Hel’s mind guttered as she immediately shot up to stare at the Psychopomp wide eyed. “Woah, WOAH!” She cried, waving a hand wildly. “What in Jack’s name are you doing!? You put your clothes on right this mo—“ The reaper let out a shrill cry as she was suddenly lifted from her bed, screaming in both pain and protest. She tried grabbing onto her sheets, her mattress, her anything, but no such luck, and now her arms flailed as she was in the air.
“PUT ME DOWN RIGHT NOW!”
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2012 11:22 am
"They are on." He informed her, rolling his eyes. He was still wearing pants and his shirt (and of course his boxers), but--- "I can take them off you know, to give you something to b***h about." Her shrill cry probably blocked out most of what he said, but he said it regardless. There was no way he was letting her go and he managed to hold onto the squirming, wriggling and screaming thing in his arms (wow, he didn't realize it until then, but she was actually a huge baby) as he entered the bathroom with her.
"Okay." He let her go...and dropped her right into the bathtub, getting water everywhere.
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2012 12:21 pm
“You put all of them back on!” Hel would b***h about it regardless, and fight him all the way to the bathroom she did, despite the ache and the pain in her back. She made sure to whack him with a fist, an arm, an elbow, anything to try and discourage him from carrying her.
A brief glance told her she was in the bathroom…you know, where he had been preparing a tub of water moments prior. No. No he wouldn’t…Hel shirked once more as she was suddenly dropped, and not where she wanted to be. Water splashed over the sides of the tub and the ghoul landed rather ungracefully into it, an arm hanging over the side as well as her feet. At least when she was dropped, she landed nearly face down. From her awkward spot in there in the tub, Hel just glared up at Mac, her nose still submerged as she just exhaled bubbles in a aggravated sigh.
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2012 5:13 pm
Each hit really only made him want to deny her even more; he'd have some bruises to explain to Lizzy later, but the point was, he was going to win. For once he didn't retaliate; no pinching, no hitting back, no nothing. Well, aside from what he was doing; dragging her bodily to the bathroom and into the tub for a bath.
"What's that? Take them all off? Why Hel, I have a ghoulfriend!" Mac snorted with laughter just before she went in the tub. "There, see, water isn't going to kill you." The glaring didn't make him regret what he was doing, as proven by the way he started to adjust the way she was in - you know, so she wouldn't drown - and climbed in right behind her, clothing and all. He settled himself in behind her, keeping her between his knees to keep tabs on her.
"Okay, now strip." Because he wasn't going to do that for her. Hopefully.
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2012 7:05 pm
Hel scowled, though it was garbled by water until she sat up a bit, and stiffened as he was moving her around again and then…
Climbed into the tub.
No. Nu huh. This wasn’t happening. This was….this was weird. Maybe she was dreami—no. She was having a nightmare. There was a pause, and Hel flew off the handle again. “Are you out of your Jack damn mind? I have a boilfriend you know?” One who probably didn’t want to see or talk to her anytime soon after all the horrible things she said to him, but still. Hel tried pushing off of the boil, and moved to climb out of the tub.
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2012 7:19 pm
"Yeah, one who is letting you rot in your own filth." He liked Mot, but...this didn't instill confidence in the boil. "So he's a fantastic boilfriend re--HEY!" As she tried to climb out he lunged forward, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her back down with him. It was a good thing that the faucet was still running, because water was going everywhere.
"Stay, ghoul. I'm not trying to molest you, I'm trying to bathe you for your own jackdamned sake. Now come on, off with those clothes, or I'll rip them off." He at least got her in the tub, that was a start.
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2012 7:48 pm
Hel’s eyes narrowed and the ghoul stiffened for a moment before a hand snapped out to grasp Mac’s cheeks in a painful grip between her fingers and thumb. “Don’t you dare mock him. He’s better than you. I told him to leave me be and he did.” She sneered, and released him with another shove. It’d be futile though, since she was grabbed and pulled down.
“I said let me go Mac!” She tried elbowing him again. “Oh, I think this is very much molestation!” She screeched. “I am not taking off my clothes with you right here!”
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