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 Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 10:52 am
Almost like a faithful pet, his food sense was tingling and Muka snatched the piece out of the air with his mouth, munching on it happily. "Ohhh mmmm delicious!"
If she'd have chose to fling something inedble it probably would have just hit him in the face but the flying food was welcome.
"I am not the, ahh, cleanest of eaters." He giggled an apology. "I sometimes am not used to this human form. My father used to put drop cloths down for dinner!" Another round of giggles.
The waiters took the trays away. They seemed eager for another round but Muka waved them off. Instead they brought each of the diners some dessert, a few slices of different pies and some cups of oddly colored pudding. There wasn't an equal amount so it seemed they would have to share.
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 12:09 pm
Needle startled at the light snap of his teeth when he actually caught the piece she had flicked at him. Oh. Wow. Muka had gone on to explain, but at the words drop cloths, she actually giggled. There, it looked like they had something more in common after all! The Elders used to put them down for her as well, but it wasn't because of her eating; it was because of the mess she made with the ink. In her early years she tried to fight the practical paralysis the stubborn ink sometimes gave her, and it ended in harsh, jagged movements that sent the home made concoctions everywhere.
So there. Different reasons, almost the same cloth used.
"That must have been quite the spectacle!" He ate this loud and violently as a teenager? He must have been a whirlwind of food as a little scareling. "Ah, so this isn't your natural form? Do you not wear it often?" She mused; she knew he could shift, but she didn't think he shifted into a more Reaper form; she thought it was the other way around. "May I see it one day? Your natural form, I mean. If you do not mind, of course~!" If his natural form - which she assumed to be an owl, now that the dots were connected - was as soft as his hair, she'd be doomed and she knew it.
When the waiters brought the plates, their close proximity made her realize that there weren't equal amounts, and it seemed to be placed in the space between them in stead of in front of them. She hadn't seen Muka's wave, and so the placement of the new round baffled her. Maybe the waiters decided it was over, in lieu of Muka sweeping the place clean, so to speak?
"Are we meant to share this?" She wasn't suspicious of this food yet. It didn't smell like cakes, but some of the cups could easily be sweets in diguise...
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 12:24 pm
Muka tilted his head at the table, the placement of the desserts. He also wasn't sure what she could see and if she could identify what was what.
"Oh well I am more used to it now. Obviously I have to be like this most of the time for school." he patted his chest. "I would be happy to show you! Have you ever flown? Perhaps I could take you for a short fly?" He loved to fly. He loved nature. It was often at odds with his love of fine things like clothing.
He rose up from his seat opposite her and pulled his chair around without asking. The strix sidled up next to Needle, perhaps slightly invasive, but he didn't seem to notice or make a thing of it.
"It's easier like this. No reaching or dropping things." He pulled the first plate between them and offered her a fork. "Do you like pie? If you have trouble with what is what, let me know!" It didn't seem an inconvenience for him to assist her.
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 9:40 pm
Needle had slipped off into her own little world there, wondering what his natural form looked like, felt like, what his scent would be - would it even change? She had no idea. She had only actually seen an owl once in her life, any other time merely showed up in a tribal form on tattoos, so her memory of the creature was a little (very) lacking.
She did, however, clue back in when he mentioned flying. Now being lifted off the ground by an affectionate Monster didn't count as flying, but the one time it'd been done she had been disoriented and panicked when the ground was no longer under her feet. However, that was not flying, and she heard somewhere that you can be afraid of heights and still jump from planes, whatever that meant.
"I have not! I would love to, but, ah...How?" The Engraver lifted her arms, bringing into focus her needles that would make most - if not all - somewhat comfortable, safe positions impossible. Her arms lowered again as he slid in closer to her; like Muka, a close proximity never bothered her. Unlike Muka, she did notice. It was hard to not notice a warm body beside her, plus his larger shape got closer and a little more detailed now that he was close.
He really did grin all the time, didn't he?
"I have never had pie! It is cake that ruins me." She made a face of disgust, however slight, and carefully took the fork from him, waiting for him to take the first piece of their shared meal for more reasons than just wanting to be polite.
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2012 7:54 am
The owl-boil's head bobbled as she looked at her own arms. "Ahh hmm well your arms may make riding on my back difficult. But I have lifted some by the shoulders." He examined her with his wide yes to make sure she was hearty enough to take it. "Of with your arms covered you could simply ride on my back." He giggled. "I can take a few pokes I think."
The strix's head turned back to the pie. It was some sort of fruit mixture, blood red in color. "Pie isn't as sweet as cake. I am not much for sweets usually.." But with his recent hunger he'd eat everything. The strix took a large scoop of the pie with his fork and woofed it back.
"Mmmmmm..." He cooed happily. His bite should have visually cued her to the proper place to scoop from but he did watch in case she needed her hand guided.
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2012 9:57 am
"I could find something to cover the sharp ends..." She mused thoughtfully, the pad of her index finger rolling thoughtfully on a sharp point. It would be better for both of them that way; she had no interest in hanging, especially with her lack of sight. While she found Muka very trustworthy thus far, she couldn't put her metaphorical life in his talons; dissipating was not high on her priority list. "I'll try to not hurt you, how does that sound?" The ghoul giggled, holding up a stained pinkie in means of a promise; she used to make them with her sister all the time, they had learned how by watching other clan's children playing in their manor's vast land.
"No? I am surprised! Is there anything you don't like to eat?" 'Not much for' wasn't 'dislike', she knew the difference; she wasn't much for that noodle-worm dish earlier, and she disliked cakes. But to hear Muka say he wasn't much for something was already surprising, considering how heartily he ate everything else.
As they talked she was indeed watching the shape of his hand, her eyes lowering behind her mask to see what he was doing and how. She got the idea, and had little trouble getting her fork there, taking a smaller piece for herself, her other hand coming up to rest under it in case she spilled. Her first bite of pie was experimental, not sure if she would like it or not, but after thoughtfully chewing she decided that it...wasn't so bad! She wouldn't go out of her way to have it again, but it was good enough to eat now!
"Ah, this is not bad!" She finished the piece she had, and slipped her fork to get another small one.
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2012 12:34 pm
Muka looked at her upraised pinkie and tilted his head. When she wiggled it he was reminded of a worm... a delicious worm ready to be eaten... His teeth cracked just a bit. Mmmm worms...
But thankfully he didn't bite her hand off. He lifted his own pinkie and shook with her. "Sounds like a plan! I am sure you will enjoy it! I'm very large. Well not dragon size..." he cooed. "But large enough!"
He ate another bite of pie, a large one, leaving a hefty bite for herself. There were several kinds of jello on one big dish. Some had eyes in the middle, some fingers, others had indistinguishable congealed blobs. "Well my natural diet doesn't consist of many vegetables. I eat them though.. hmmm.. meat? I like meat." The strix let out a reverberating giggle.
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2012 6:47 pm
If Needle had known he contemplated eating her finger, she would have thanked him for refraining. She needed her hands after all, they are and would forever be her livelihood. Pinkies shaken, she lowered her hand and went back to finishing off the pie that he left for her.
"I am sure you are very large." The Engraver agreed with soft amusement; of course he was a large man-owl, or else he wouldn't offer a ride on his back! A ride at all, really! "I can not wait! Perhaps when you return from your break?" The sooner the better, in her mind! She was unlikely to back out on it no matter how long it took to get on him, what with her stubborn try all the things.
"So there is nothing you do not - or would not - eat?" The pie was finished and Needle's attention was on the other odd dishes, her head canting. "What is that one?" She inquired next, pointing with her fork in the general direction of an oddly shaped dish; a jello with congealing blobs that smelled of delicate decay.
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2012 6:56 pm
"As long as it's edible." He snickered again. "Oh Hell-O I think." Muka poked it with a claw and it jiggle-jiggled. It made him giggle. He took a scoop and slurped it down. "I'm also rather good at swallowing things while." Muka was being informative!
"Oh yes well I think I will be back right after prom." His head bobbled. "It's nice to have a break but home is very hmmm..." He didn't know the feeling quite yet. "Boring." What he meant was lonely, though he didn't quite know it.
After Muka had eaten his piece of Hell-O, the rest seemed to start to slide around the plate. The free space helped them move, but of course they could have been doing it on their own. The taloned boil was even having a difficult time snagging some more.
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2012 9:39 pm
Again, the boil had her interest. Swallowing things whole?! Now THAT was something you didn't hear every day! ...She had good ears, too.
"What was the biggest thing you've ever swallowed?!" If he was a large monster, this might help her judge just how big he was; also, she was just morbidly curious. As he continued on to when he would be back, she visibly turned her head to him. "As in...you are going to Prom, just not officially returning until after?" She wanted to go to Prom! She wanted to go to Prom with him! Hopefully she wasn't misunderstanding.
As she had with the pie, she watched him try to pin down this unknown food - apparently Hell-O - and suddenly, she was uncertain about the whole thing. After all, if Muka was having a hard time, she was doomed. At first she was too proud to ask for help, having a moment where she was determined to do everything on her own, but it was quickly obvious that she couldn't get a handle on the unknown element.
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2012 9:53 pm
"Hmmm small creature?" He made a measurement with his hands. A football size. "It was soft though.." Squishy. Easy to swallow. Wait till she got to hear/see him hack up an owl pellet.
He finally pinned his own piece of jello again, spearing it on a talon when utesils didn't work. "Oh hmm." he slurped in order to answer her. "Yes I will be coming to school for the dance but i will be staying at home in the meantime." He hooed happily. "But after prom I will be moving back in for classes! We will have to converse by letter. I can send them via bird..?" He had some nice minis that would help him.
Muka curiously watched her fight the Hell-O. It was amusing and he giggled. He didn't mean to embarass her, it wasn't that sort of laugh. He just couldn't help finding it funny. After a bit of a moment he reached down to clasp her hand. His was much larger than hers and he rested his fingers right over hers, guiding them like they were his own hand. "Annnd.. there!" After they both chased the dessert around the plate for a moment, finally he managed to have it pinned between the Engravers fingers.
Her hand was so cool! Not icy, like Edel, more like a cool breeze. How curious!
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2012 10:25 pm
If that was a small creature, she was very curious as to what he labeled as 'big'. If he could swallow something that size whole? He must be huge! No modesty about that was needed, he had to have been massive. It made her want to see his true self even more. She had to fight to not grin at his noisy slurping, finding him a little too amusing and interesting for her own good. "Oh! I would appreciate letters! I adore letters~ though my return ones may be difficult to read, I will warn you now. Would I be able to send them back with the same bird? ...Could it even get into the Ghost dorms?" Another thousand questions, all because he was nice and offered to be a pen-pal.
"Ah..." She breathed out sheepishly as he laughed at her; she didn't know him well enough to be certain that it wasn't meant to embarrass her, or if it was even supposed to. All she knew was that it was that she struggled, and he was laughing. Either way he came to help her, and she took a moment to marvel at how big his hand was; how warm it was. How vibrating even they were. Hee.
In response she pressed her hand tight against his, making it easier for him to take control if she tried to meld them together. The chase-the-hell-o game did draw a giggle from the Engraver, and once the prize was in her inky fingers she was all smiles. "Victory!" She proclaimed with an amused giggle, bringing her hand back to her to give it a taste regardless of whether or not Muka still had her hand.
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 5:57 am
"Well I have a few pets who would be effective for messages. Give them something to nibble on and they wouldn't leave." The strix bobbled. He'd never been to the ghost dorms, he realized. Monsters dorms.. yes, obviously. Reaper dorms.. yes. Ghost dorms? She may be his first ghost friend since Aislin and he hadn't seen her in ages. "I suppose we will just have to see." The strix shrugged. "Perhaps if you have a bauble to share, a ribbon or something with your scent. Something for their senses, they will find you!"
Muka snickered as the Hell-O was chased and when it was finally snagged he didn't quite retreat in time. His talons pulled away just as they brushed her lips. The motion didn't affect or bother him at all. His wings seemed to rise with a momentary shiver but it was hard to tell if that was simply just his body resettling.
He speared another piece for himself, this one with an eyeball in it, and happily squelched away on it. "Do you like it?" The texture was weird for those not used to it.
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 8:18 am
Muka gave instructions and Needle merely nodded, committing that to memory; she didn't have minipets so she didn't possess anything to feed them, but she was sure she could get some easily. Perhaps Siobhan had some? The Banshee was the type to be buried in felines or other small, squeaky things. On the subject of a personal bauble though, she had to stop and think about that. The Engraver had no little trinkets to speak of; her only options were a piece of her tattered red obi, or the small vial of self-made ink that she kept tucked away on her person for emergency purposes. However, the ink in the vial was made from an Undead's blood...perhaps that was out?
"If something was mine but contained blood of someone else, would that confuse it? Or would a piece of my clothing suffice? I am afraid I do not have baubles." Her free hand, which was awkwardly rested on her lap, moved until her inky fingers brushed the red fabric, toying with the well-worn but sturdy material.
The brush of his talons on her lips didn't seen to phase her at all and she kept her own hand near her mouth as she chewed thoughtfully, really not sure what to make of it. Her nose had wrinkled up at the odd texture, but she didn't so much more than that, including somewhat of a silence as she pondered his question. "I...am not sure. Could you help me again? I promise I won't n** you this time." Her little promise was accented with an amused breath, one that wasn't quite a giggle, but pretty close.
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 8:38 am
"A piece of fabric should be fine." His head bobbled in agreement. "Perhaps even one of my canine pets would be good. They have very good senses of smell. I on the other hand," another giggle, "am lacking in the smell department."
"I may n** you!" he teased "You have such delicate fingers..." he poked her with a talon on the top of her hand. "Delicious little morssels!" He snapped his teeth and then giggled.
The strix seemed happy to help her again with even more hell-o missing it had a much easier time escaping their grasp. This time he scooted closer, leaning over the plate. He settled his hand on hers again and they began the chase. it seemed more slippery and even their hands separated on several occasions as Muka chased it one way and Needle, guided by touch went the other.
There was a lot of giggling on the strix's part and color commentary, as if they were watching some sort of horse race. but finally the hell-o cube was trapped, both of Muka's hands clasped over Needle's one and the cube itself jiggling under her palm.
"That was lively one!!"
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