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 Posted: Tue Sep 11, 2012 7:54 pm
Deacon only looked more amused, and happy as the ghoul tried to downplay the offering. Of course she would. She either wasn't fully aware of the implications, or... Or maybe she was? Or was he reading too far into it?
When Riyo continued to say he didn't have to suffer alone, he dared to grasp for hidden meaning. Deeper than her words or not, she'd just told him she was there for him. That, even in its simplest definition, was immensely meaningful.
In this wave of positive feeling, he was willing to take the risk to hope.
One hand came up to rest lightly on her cheek, his eyes seeming to search hers. He leaned in close. Very close. Their faces only inches apart. "It means more to us than you know, Riyo."
The memory of Scarentines nagged at him, and he heeded it. Rather than risk his life after such a good thing happening, the tabby gave Riyo a little kiss on the cheek. This wasn't to say he hadn't wanted to kiss her straight on the mouth, but... Well, Deacon knew well enough that Riyo had a rather short fuse for things done to her without her permission.
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Posted: Tue Sep 11, 2012 8:08 pm
Buh... Buh?!
Riyo's eyes widened when the cat boil dared to pop her bubble again. Her arms unfolded and she practically tried to scrunch up when a hand was pressed to her cheek.
"I... Uh... EH?" a deep shade of red spread across her cheeks when she felt his lips on her skin. Oh Jack, what? What did- Why- How? For a split second, a temporary fragment of time, she might've looked sad. No, it wasn't because he had kissed her. It was the fact that she had wanted them so badly in the moments before her demise at the death trials that it seemed hypocritical to be mad about it.
But hey, there were always other things to scream about. When Deacon finally pulled away, the ghoul's eyes narrowed, and she pinched him. Hard. "Hey. HEY. I didn't mean THAT kind of suffering!" Her voice cracked and her blush flourished.
Reaching off to the side, she grabbed a magazine off her desk and rolled it up. Oh no. Not the menacing rolled up literature. "Out!"
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Posted: Tue Sep 11, 2012 8:21 pm
The sudden pinch made him grimace, but that didn't seem to totally sour his mood. He did make a very funny, disapproving sound though. That jacking hurt!
"Ahh! N-no! We didn't mean-" Well, he kinda meant it. "Hey, at least we were polite and just kissed your cheek!" That seemed totally logical for forgiveness, right? He certainly thought so!
When Riyo came at him brandishing a rolled up magazine, he instinctively brought his arms up defensively as though just knowing that she'd try to whack him across the face with it first thing.
"Alright! Alright, we're leaving!" Wait... Wait. Peeking over his arms, his eyes widened in surprise. Then that smile came back and a chuckle bubbled up in his throat that he just couldn't keep down.
"Sweet Sally, Riyo. I never took you for the Playghoul type..."
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Posted: Tue Sep 11, 2012 8:28 pm
"Oh, yeah! That makes up for it. 'Hey Riyo, I didn't totally violate you, just a little.' No totally fine!" Oh the sarcasm. You could almost taste it in the air.
It appeared that the ghoul was about to get her wish and send him off, but something seemed to catch his eye.
Wait...
... Which magazine had she grabbed?
If you asked yourself 'could Riyo turn redder?' Well apparently yes. She could. Immediately the magazine was hidden behind her back, wide eyes avoiding contact with his. "I DON'T.. IT'S JUST... MY FRIENDS... AND THEY... THEN... SOLICITATION... AND..."
Oh she was getting flustered now. "You know what Deacon?!" Nervously she shoved the book at him and tried to keep pushing him right out the door. "Take it! You probably need it more than I do! Now get out before I start using my fists!"
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Posted: Tue Sep 11, 2012 8:40 pm
Her response made Deacon start laughing again, but in a lighthearted manner. It was probably a good thing he didn't offer any words just then, too, because the hot water would only get deeper for him.
Suddenly the smut was shoved at him. "What?! Oh, that's so cold!" Blindly, he grabbed for the doorknob when he felt his back at the door, the ghoul relentless in forcefully escorting him out.
As if afraid to turn his back to her so she could get in a good punch to the back of his head, Deacon backed the short distance across the hall and into his own door. He slammed it shut, still giggling like an idiot.
..... A moment later the magazine slid out from under his door into the middle of the hallway. Apparently he realized he was still holding it.
Deacon doesn't need your porn, Riyo.
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