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 Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2012 6:15 pm
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Note to self: lock your doors.
He was quite obvious about the shiver that ran through him, over just how creeped out he was by this. Luckily he had a distraction and he watched her out of the corner of his eye after she took a seat and made herself comfortable there.
"Well, you've got a point there. It's a lovely rack." Mac complimented, turning his head to give a more obvious, clearly intended stare to her charming assets. Her latter comments made his eyes flicker up to her face, raising a brow at her assuming question. "Oh, no, I'm quite most boils...I just know better than to argue with you." Greugle booted up and Mac mused how to go about doing this for her. More than an acre, out in the country, near a major town with a train station, near water, able to be built on...
Wait, near water?
Another suspicious stare was tossed her way, but he humored her because he didn't quite feel the need to argue with her. His first order of business was to greugle a real estate site, and once that came up he fiddled with the advanced search options as best as he could. When he hit search his screen greyed out, a big hourglass dancing in the middle.
"It'll be a bit, I think. There's lots of halloween to search."
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2012 6:31 pm
Locking your door didn’t do much Mac, especially not when she was spending the night with you more often than not. She didn’t feel the need to remind him though, and she just snickered as he shivered. “It is a lovely rack.” She echoed, swinging her feet still and looking back at him as his eyes moved up to her face. She snorted in amusement. “Oh my Jack, bull s**t.” She sneered. “Know better than to argue with me? Please. It is a miracle when I do not get lip from you over the smallest thing!” She trailed off, swinging her feet some more as Mac did whatever he needed to do on the laptop.
Yup, she was right! He was way better at that than her. It was a good thing she asked. “Alright…” She murmured, swinging her feet some more and staring off at a wall. She was silent for a moment, and then decided on a course of action. Hel scooted herself around the edge of his desk until she was on the edge that he was seated on. There. Now she could look down at him.
“So.” She started. “I have…a…hy…hypo…hippo…? Hippo-pothical question for you.” That didn’t sound like the right word, but Hel didn’t care. “…What would you think…if…” She paused, “…If my name was short for…something else?”
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2012 6:44 am
"Hel, you just threw a snowball and a supposed gift at my face when I was too stubborn to have it." He informed her, his finger raised as if to bring up a very valid point. "You're in a violent mood, and I know better than to challenge you and have you try to figure it out for yourself on my laptop. You'd smash it to pieces." It was a challenge, he was absolutely daring her to prove him wrong, but he wasn't about to give her the chance on his laptop to actually prove anything. "So yes, I do know better." Was it really that surprising to learn that he did in fact know how to pick his battles? Most of the time his battles seemed hopeless, but then it was a mix of his stubborn pride and the need to see whoever he was antagonizing absolutely lose it that kept him going.
"Hypothetical, dumbass." He snorted. "Go on." The accompanying hand gesture tried to speed her to the point, and when she did finally utter her question he looked momentarily thoughtful. What if her name was short for something else? Well, his name wasn't his name, so he really had nothing much to say on that particular answer, but still...
"I'd think you'd have to fess up, because you know my real name and that's not very fair. But on the same token, it must be pretty embarrassing if you'd insist on hiding it." Leander wasn't embarrassing perse, but he hated his parents and that was about the same thing, in his mind. Ergo, Mac stuck. "Which means you should definitely tell me your real name." That grin of his was back, crooked and teasing.
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2012 8:38 am
Was Mac trying to make a valid point? Hel took that time to get distracted…by the itty-bitty little bow on the front of her tunic. She stared down at it…or…what she could see of it over the things she called breasts. Aww it was so cu— Hey wait. Hel snapped her head back up. “In a violent mood?” She echoed, staring at him before she laughed. “Oh Mac~” She waved a hand. “I am always like this! Really, you should know. Besides, I still call bull s**t, because you are challenging me right now.” Hel then reached forward and grabbed his nose, pinching it between her thumb and forefinger as she cooed at him. “Ya, ya, hippo-pothetical, whatever. Just remember it is that!” She then let him go, and was about to answer, when she paused again. She looked rather perplexed at the moment, her mouth hanging open but nothing coming out. “…I do not recall hearing your real name.” She finally announced. Whether they had had this conversation in the past or not…Hel couldn’t remember. Damn. What a thing to not recall! “So you should enlighten me once more, before I tell you my hippo-pothetical situation.”
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2012 4:42 pm
Mac smacked her hand away, and then let his hand rest on her knee, fingers splaying towards her thigh. "Hypothetical." He repeated with an annoyed frown, wiping his nose with his free hand.
"What? That's not fair!" What was she trying to do?! What a nutcase! "Nice try, you tell me yours and I'll remind you of mine." That was his deal, take it or leave it. Black eyes drifted towards the screen, which was still searching, but there were some darker squares appearing, space saving for the results that would show once the page was ready.
"Then again, you keep saying hypothetical, so you'll have to prove if it's true before I tell you mine." A smug look started to form, quite pleased with this turn of events.
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2012 4:57 pm
Hel’s attention immediately snapped down to the warm hand on her knee and the fingers on her thigh. She was distracted by things like these so bad…focus, Hel, focus. She needed to be reminded of Mac’s real name.
The reaper’s expression soured, and her lips pursed as she scowled. “I said it was hi…hy…pothetical…and even if it was true, I would have no way to prove it!” She complained. Hel didn’t have any ‘official papers’ but it was clear she had to negotiate something now, because it had turned into a deal sort of thing…Hel frowned deeply, and stared down at the hand on her knee again before it hit her. Oh. Her expression flipped and she leaned in closer to the psychopomp. “How about..” She purred. “If you remind me, I will tell you my hypothetical situation, and then I will get on my knees and do you a favor?”
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2012 5:19 pm
"Well, it's either true or it isn't. It's either your birth name or it isn't." In his mind there was no hypothetical issue in this situation. White or Black. Truth or Lies. She couldn't prove it, but she would know, right? She had to! "If you know for sure that whatever you have to tell me is your actual full name, than I'd be happy to deal with you." His fingers pressed into the dark skin of her thigh, that smug little smile on his lips. Oh, he like that ofer, and that purring of hers sent shivers down his spine. Of course he probably could have gotten her to get on her knees for him without the deal, but it was interesting to see her use it as a betting tool. Plus, he won either way. He could be lying to him, but he still got something else out of it.
"You tell me yours, I'll tell you mine, and then you can do me that favour." Well, at least he accepted the end result; now they just haggled over the order before hand.
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2012 5:34 pm
“Well, of course, I know.” She replied distractedly, still staring down at the hand on her thigh. Sad, but true. Hel would have been on her knees happily either way. Guess it wasn’t much of a betting tool, but hey, it got this job done, and that’s all she cared about. She snapped her attention back up to that awful, but devilishly handsome smug look of his and nodded her head firmly once.
“Alright then.” She sealed the deal with a few words, and leaned in to kiss his forehead before she pulled back a bit. “…What would you think…IF—“ She felt the need to keep reminding him that it was a hypothetical situation “—Hel was short for…Helga?”
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2012 8:02 pm
She kept reminding him, but all he could hear now was this is my name don't let anyone else know. It intrigued him, so much that he didn't return that little forehead kiss in any way - which was odd, since he usually found any way to pay her back or touch her. His black eyes focused solely on her, waiting for this hypothetical name.
"...Helga." Mac's voice deadpanned, staring at her like he thought he heard wrong. Well, it had Hel in it, but...Helga brought to mind a terribly dominating ghoul with --- oh wait, no, that was still Hel. Hrm. "...Helga?" He repeated, trying it out on his tongue. He didn't know what to think, he couldn't bring himself to laugh despite knowing it was a fairly funny name. Somehow, it suited her.
"...Well, I don't know what to think about that one. It's a stupid name, but it suits you?" In the brief pause that followed his smug grin turned teasing for a moment or two. "Because you're fairly stupid, see?" As always he teased out of lo---fun. He teased out of fun. "I dunno Hel. Hypothetically speaking...It's a name." He shrugged, but held out his hand as if going to meet her for the first time.
"Either way, Helga - " That smug little grin was back, this time followed by a chuckle. "- I'm Leander...and I think you owe me a favour." Oh yes, he wasn't letting that go now.
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2012 8:14 pm
Hel, funny enough, did manage to keep somewhat of a poker face while she stared at Mac and waited. She almost did expect him to laugh. Really, did she think she could tell him something like this and not expect him to? She was waiting for it…and it never came. How odd. Hel looked a bit perplexed at that now, and then a bit relieved. It suited her, he said. That was nice to hear. Reassuring.
“If that was my real name, I think it is pleasant you find it suiting.” The ghoul then snorted and rolled her eyes. “Stupid? Ah ya…I am thinking I should just change my name to that, since it is all I hear from you, hypothetically.” She stared down at his hand oddly before she took it. Why not humor him? She grasped it firmly within her own, and shook it. Leander…see, she wouldn’t have forgotten that! Maybe this was the first time she was hearing it…maybe…maybe he told her that one night at his Aunt’s house with cider and…
Oh well. Point was she knew now. “…Leander!” She cried…and then beamed. “I like it!” But she could tell him how much she liked it…later. She had something else she needed to do right this moment. Hel hummed a bit as she kicked off her boots because well…yeah. Reasons. She then scooted along the edge of the desk until she was between his legs and slid off to stand there. The ghoul paused, and was still holding onto his hand, and the other moved to rest on his jean-clad knee. “Neh…Mac?” She grinned lightly. “Do you still think I am perfect?”
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2012 9:41 pm
"Stupid Dumbass Byrnhildr." Mac hummed thoughtfully, playing it up. "I like it. You should get your records changed to that." Though he did like Helga, but Hel was always best. He smiled when she humored him, a real smile; no smug smirk, no cocky grin, just a smile. He hated his name, but there was something nice about introducing himself.
"Glad someone does." There was a small chuckle and he watched her kick off her boots and slide between his legs, already getting a little, ah, antsy for what was about to happen. His gaze was on her, just on her, and thus he completely missed the way the site actually loaded, showing the options or their search perimeters. It wasn't important; the only thing that was important to him now was the ghoul on her knees in front of him, looking up at him and holding his hand.
The question was actually surprising to him.
"As the day I met you." He replied softly, and meant it. Sure she was a bratty, demanding loud mouth from day one but hey, that's who she was. Through the good times and the bad. His free hand stretched out, brushing gently against her cheek before burying his digits into her hair, holding the back of her head.
Mac leaned in to press a fond little kiss to her lips before he leaned back in his chair again, staring down at her expectantly.
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2012 10:26 pm
“Well, only if you change your name too. To Challenge Accepted Asshat Airaldi.” Hel was a bit taken a back as she stared at the reaper, but not in a bad way. He was smiling, genuinely smiling and she just thought…ugh it was so gushy to even think this, but she just thought it was very beautiful when he did. Moths. Moths in her stomach. Ugh.
She situated herself on her knees, anything to combat the moths…and then he gave her more moths. The soft reply, the hand brushing her cheek, and the little kiss. For a brief moment, her cheeks flushed red. It was hard to tell with her dark skin, but it was there. “Well…” She squeezed his hand then as she murmured, and smiled back up at him. “You are my kind of perfect, too.” Her smiled melted into a happy grin then and an amused sound escaped her lips at the expectant look. She then got busy with that favor she promised him, because Hel Brynhildr was a ghoul of her word and had a lot more in store that would not be acceptable on PG-13 rated forum.
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Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2012 9:35 am
And he somehow left his new boots on. But at some point they did get around to looking at the real estate options she was looking for. To this day Mac remains blissfully unaware of her evil, dastardly intentions.
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