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 Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2012 10:05 pm
"I make no promises, you know that." The Reaper laughed softly, carefully leaning away from her, but only enough to put his hands on her shoulders. "You can wear some of my--" He paused, about to offer to wear his shirts as a sleeping gown. Lizzy did that, he couldn't offer Hel the same thing! That almost felt wrong. "--Aunt's nightwear, and I'm sure we've got everything else you could need too, so unless you've got something super important back in your dorms, we can leave now? Save you the trouble?"
Either way he leaned back after that, getting to his feet and moving to the end of the dock. "You...stay there, I'll get it." It of course, was his boat. The Reaper shrugged out of his jacket and took off his boots and hat - really any baubles and items he had that he didn't want wet - and dove into the water, disappearing into it's dark depths.
He surfaced sometime later, right beside his boat, pulling himself up and over the edge to get into it. Once he had it he summoned his staff, which was currently transitioning into a real oar, and guided it back to the docks to collect the ghoul. "You need help getting in?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2012 10:52 pm
“Mmm, ya, I think I count on that, actually.” She tilted her head and then shook it, waving her hand a bit. “Ah, I think I shall be fine in what I got. Thank you, though.” She had done worse clothing wise, after all! This would only be a night. “Ya, I am good to go now.” The reaper assured, nodding her head, and already missing the close contact as the other reaper got up to go get his boat. Hel pushed herself to her feet as he dove in, blinking, before she went about collecting the items he put down. She gathered them into her arms along with her bag, and waited, watching as he came back with his boat.
Instead of answering his question, Hel just hopped right on in and took a seat, not minding the way the boat rocked under her abrupt entrance. She placed Mac’s belongings on her lap and flashed him a thumbs up.
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2012 11:07 pm
Mac steadied the boat as she hopped on in, but there was a brief moment where he unmistakably made a *A* sort of face. Hel just...jumped right on in there! That was almost refreshing! Shaking off the thought, the drenched Reaper put his efforts towards his rowing, taking Hel away from school, down the river that the lake fed into and, eventually, to a well-used dock, one that turned into a pathway on land and lead up to a decent sized dark grey house that was normal by all halloween standards. Vines crept up the rickety old siding, the grass was thick in most places and what was shorter had various stages of wooden projects littering it; there was a broken swing in the distance, some toys suited for little ghouls, and even some targets for practice.
Despite the mess it was obvious the owners took pride in it, where ever there was free space there were gardens, filled with various living, dead, and snapping plant life. All in all, it was a well used and loved yard to go with the well used and love home.
"Aaaand here we are, my Aunt's house~" He announced as he docked his boat, securing it with confidence before climbing out, turning to instinctively either help Hel out or to take his things. "Well, my house. My Aunt might as well be my Mother." Mac was overly fond of the woman, though certainly not as much as his little sister was. "Ah...but it looks like they already left. Guess it's just you an' me!" He didn't see how this could go wrong.
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2012 11:18 pm
Going somewhere new was….exciting! Even if Hel was still feeling down, she was in the company of a good friend and traveling and going somewhere new, and away from Amity. All these circumstances made for a better mood. She took to just looking at things during the boat ride…and was actually rather impressed that Mac could ferry so well. It was a demanding physical activity…something she was not use to seeing of the psychopomp. Very refreshing indeed.
Hel’s attention was now on the house that they were coming up to as the boat was docked, and she took it in for a long moment before deciding that she really liked it. It seemed homey, and that was an important thing to the ghoul. She almost wanted to inquire about him living with his Aunt or calling her his mother more or less…but maybe now wasn’t a good time? Hel shoved his items into his awaiting arms, and then pulled herself out. The sway and rock of the boat caught her a bit though, and she ended up stumbling (damn lack of wings too), righting herself by clutching onto Mac’s arm.
Once steady, she gave his shoulder a pat. “Ah, well, I was looking forward to meeting them, but another time, ya? This way no one will hinder me from beating you senseless.” She smiled a bit. She didn’t see how this could go wrong either.
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2012 11:33 pm
He saw the boat bob and knew immediately what would happen; in response he dropped everything he was holding in favour of catching her before she fell, holding onto her tightly until she could right herself. Mac stared down at her for a moment, and then quickly looked down at his feet before kneeling to pick up his dropped items.
"To be honest, I won't think they'd hinder you if they were here." It was a sad truth, but one he could freely laugh at. With his items once more in his grasp, the still-wet Reaper nodded his head towards the house. "Shall we, then?" Without waiting for an answer, he turned and headed up the path and into the house, using a key that was hidden in his belt.
The interior of the house was as well-lived and well-loved at the exterior, though there were more ghoulish toys inside, most of them piled neatly in specific areas, around a height easy for a little one to grasp and play with should she want to. Mac gave her a brief tour of the house; Saide's room, his Aunt and Uncle'd room, the kitchen, the bathroom, living room, his uncle's workspace, his aunt's office; everything was peeked into at least once, his own room included.
But it was in his own room that he stopped, digging through his drawers to pull out one of his looser fitting t-shirts, holding it out to her. Apparently, he'd forgotten about his resolve to NOT let her wear his clothing like Lizzy always did. "Here, might as well get cozy now, hmm? I have shorts here too if you want. Draw strings and such~" And then he went looking for dry clothes for himself...but he could not change in a room where she stood.
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 12:10 am
Well that was embarrassing. Hel may have a turned a bit red, though it was in annoyance at herself, maybe. She’d claim it so anyways. Geeze though! Mac was pretty solid. After hanging around with Mot for so long, she was reminded that there were boils out there that could uh…ya know…not blow away in the wind. “Ah…thanks…” She muttered, looking a bit perplexed that Mac’s aunt and uncle would let her beat him, and then followed after him into the house.
The tour helped to raise her spirits too, even if it was quick. The inside was just as homey and cozy as the outside, and the ghoul couldn’t help but be delighted as she ogled the kitchen before moving on, trailing after the psychopomp. She thought the little station of ghoul toys were cute as well and wondering if she had any Just In Beaver posters around. The tour ended in his room though…and well…Hel wasn’t surprised that it resembled his room back at Amity. After surveying for a moment, she pulled off her boots and placed them neatly by the door way, hopping around as she pulled off her stockings as well and tucked them into her boots. She then let her bag drop near them, and turned back to Mac as he was offering her his clothes.
Hel looked…
Ridiculously excited.
She took the t-shirt, and for the first time, she had a decent wide smile on her face as she looked at it. “Ah! Boil clothes I can actually fit in!” The unspoken statement was I could never wear anything of Mot’s and that was depressing. Taking full advantage of this, because she didn’t know if she’d ever get the chance to wear boil clothes that fit, Hel took the shorts that were offered as well. Hel didn’t care about privacy. Hers or Mac’s for that matter. After getting the clothes, she was already pulling off her tunic, followed by the newly acquired chain mail tunic, which she let drop to the floor with a noisy series of loud clink clink clink sounds.
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 6:49 pm
"Jack, I don't think even a broom could fit into his clothes." Mac joked before he could stop himself, laughing at the idea that Mot was too much of a twig for Hel. Maybe it was a good thing they broke up, that way she wouldn't break him by being herself. He knew first hand out hard she could punch, after all; it was a good thing he could take beatings.
When she started to undress in his room, he couldn't help but stare at first. The ghoul had curves. Lots of curves. He'd seen them before of course, but there was a difference now; she wasn't nearly lifeless with pain. It took him a moment before he caught himself staring, and he immediately - and loudly - left the room, leaving her to it while he quickly changed in the hallway.
So maybe bringing her here was a mistake.
Maybe.
But it was too late now, she was here, and she had gone through a nasty break up; he couldn't turn her away. When he was done he dropped his clothes into a bundled pile near the door before he knocked on it. "Ah, Hel, When you're done, meet me in the living room, kay?" No there wasn't a strain to his voice, knowing there was a curvy ghoul in his room, wearing his clothes and likely vulnerable. Past!Mac would have taken full advantage of this, but Current!Mac was trying to be a devoted gentleman and boilfriend. Trying really, really hard.
His instructions given, he made his barefoot way into the living room, still fairly wet by all accounts. In his haste to change, he didn't think to completely dry himself off.
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 7:12 pm
“Ha…ya…” Hel sighed a bit wistfully as Mot was more or less directly brought up. Hel did try to wear his clothes. It just wasn’t happening. She blinked and looked up as Mac promptly left, loudly at that, and Hel grinned a bit at the closed door. “You were telling me to keep in check? HA!” Hel ditched the rest of her clothed, piling them on top of her boots as she pulled on the clothes she was handed. “Okay!” She replied.
Amazing.
Boil clothes that fit. Being the creeper that Hel was, she couldn’t help but lift the collar of the shirt and sniff it.
Okay…
It wasn’t Mot…
But it wasn’t bad either.
She’d keep that to herself.
Hel also undid her hair from its braided pigtails, combing her fingers through it and was coming into the living room in the process of re-braiding her hair into a single braid. She paused nearby, raising a brow at Mac. “No towel for you?”
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 7:26 pm
When Hel rounded the corner into the living room, she'd find Mac sitting on the floor, one arm up along the seat cushions of the couch at his back, the other holding out a remote to the TV, switching channels to find something decent on. His attention moved when he heard her, his head tilting back to stare at the ghoul...in his clothes. Well, that wasn't awkward.
He looked down at himself as if noticing for the first time, and cleared his throat. "Err, guess not. Comfy?" He made the attention turn back to her, patting the couch his arm was on as an invitation to sit. As strange as this made him feel, he was on a mission to make her feel better; or to at least make her forget her woes for a night. "There's this movie on TV called Gigantic. It just started, something about a sinking ship? Wanna watch?" The opening credits were playing, but the remote was for her to take if she wanted to.
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 7:48 pm
Hel came to a stop next to Mac, finishing up the braid of her hair and tying it off. She tossed it over her shoulder, letting it swing behind her and then reached down to place her hand on top of his head, firmly mussing up the wet curls. “Comfy? Oh, ya! The clothes smell good to—“ Oh oops. She wasn’t supposed to say that. Out loud.
Instead of taking the spot on the couch, Hel flopped right now next to Mac on the floor, staring at the movie. “…A sinking ship, huh? How does it sink? Did someone ******** up and it sank?” Sure, she’d watch it. Hel really didn’t watch skelevision…so anything she saw on it was new.The reaper stared like a mindless drone at the screen for a few long moments before snapping back to attention, looking over at Mac.
“…May I have something to drink? I will take whatever is available.”
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 8:09 pm
Mac swatted at her hand, trying to get her to stop; it was probably her fault that his hair was this curly in the first place! When he started school it was nice and straight, but now...wait. He smelled good? Well of course he did, but--no, no he couldn't think of that! Nope. Nor was he going to lean over and sniff her either, even as a joke; he caught himself just as he was doing it too, managing to stop himself in the nick of time. The Reaper cleared his throat.
"Uhhh I dunno, never seen. Hey, do you drink? I could use a drink. Let's...drink." Apparently that was his answer to his discomfort. He was going to drink. It was also clear he didn't see anything wrong with it, either. He got up and left, patting her head before he did to promise he was coming back. First stop was the bathroom to grab a towel, his room to dry off and change into dry clothes (that were identical to what he was wearing before) without looking at her discarded clothing; eventually he made it to the kitchen, grabbing a few ciders.
"Here~" He balanced hers on her head when he returned, just assuming that she was going to drink with him. The extras were set aside and he resumed his seat beside her, cracking open his can. "What'd I miss?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 8:23 pm
Hel swatted at his hand as he swatted at hers, and she resumed mussing up his hair. Maybe if she kept doing it, he’d have a giant curly fro by the time he graduated. “Ya know, Mac, you are like those…chia mini pets!” She grinned a bit. “Your hair gets curlier every time I see it.” She paused as he was leaning towards her though…and then grinned a bit wider.
“…Do I smell good?” She asked him, her voice low. “I am told I smell like cinnamon.” She stared at him intently for a long moment before leaning back and cackling. “Huh? Drink? Ya! Mac, I could drink you under a table! Mother fed me mead with a n****e on it, ha! Very young.” The ghoul waited in the living room, staring at the screen rather transfixed until Mac returned. She blinked, reaching up to take the can that was balanced on her head. “Thank you.” She popped hers open as well and took a hearty gulp already, wiping the back of her mouth with a hand.
“Uh…you missed…talking…and beings in fancy clothes getting on a ship…when does it sink?”
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 8:41 pm
Mac only responded by sticking out his tongue before he disappeared, not answering her about her scent at all. He resumed his seat beside her, absently stretching his arm over the couch cushion again, though it meant nearly putting it around her shoulders as well.
"I dunno, I've never seen this, remember?" He took another long drink of the cider, feeling a familiar and welcome burn as it coursed down his throat. It was becoming more and more apparent that this was less a traumatic ship sinking story and more of a romance, which of course made him realize the situation he was in, which really only made him drink more. Mac was becoming aware of a lot of things, one being the faint scent of cinnamon she promised that she had smelled like, and the other being the light buzz starting in his head from the intake of alcohol without food; it was a bad combination, but it was one that made him admit to something he didn't touch on before.
"You...do smell nice, by the way." He stared down at her for a moment, and then took another mouthful of cider.
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 9:06 pm
“Oh…ya.” Hmm. She was thirsty, and Hel was downing cider like it was water. Apparently she forgot to buy something to drink after eating all that eye scream and potato chips, and was making up for it now. Downing all that cider also helped to ease the boredom of waiting for the ship to sink. Once Hel caught on that it was a sappy love story…it just made her annoyed. If she hadn’t been dumped, she’d probably be eating this romantic stuff up right now.
The ghoul rolled a few empty cans she had finished underneath her free hand, and really was starting to feel no pain. No heart ache. “Maaaaac.” The ghoul whined. “…When does the ship sink? All these shenanigans are not exciting…” She would keep on asking, even if he didn’t know apparently. The ghoul paused though as Mac spoke up and looked over at her, and she looked up at him before grinning. “Ya! I told you so! You do smell nice too…ah…” She leaned against him and pressed her nose against his shoulder, and…like a total…under the influence of alcohol now creeper, inhaled deeply. “…Ya, it is you too. I thought it might have been just the shirt.”
What…did that even make sense?
“…Ya know what too?” Hel leaned her head against his shoulder now, looking up at him. “…You are pretty solid. You will not blow away in the wind. I like that.”
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 9:19 pm
"I don't knoooow~" Mac whined right back, well aware that she was going to be very annoying about it. "Hey, if you're bored, here's the jackdamn remote!" He put down his cider long enough to drop said remote onto her lap. She wanted to complain? She can change the damn channel her damn self! He felt an odd sensation stirring in him as she leaned over to sniff him before leaning against him. Ooh boy, oooh boy...
"Of course it's me, I smell awesome, okay?" Mac chuckled weakly, looking down at her for a moment as though considering something, his alcohol-influenced mind working on gagging and beating his voice of reason. It was clear which was currently winning though, as his arm slid off the couch to wrap around her shoulders, giving it a squeeze.
"You really don't need to change who you are, you know. You're perfect already." He murmured, feeling odd being compared to Mot for the second time since they arrived.
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