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 Posted: Wed Sep 18, 2013 9:01 am
He turned to glower at Calder, his expression incredulous. Calder was not making him feel better. If she didn't want him- didn't love him, then she wouldn't have come. They wouldn't have... done what they had done in the workshop. But that was private matters.
No, something happened in that fog. He gave a frustrated grunt and pulled himself up to his feet.
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Posted: Wed Sep 18, 2013 9:15 am
Calder glared up when Christof had the nerve to look at him that way. "What, Christof? What do you want me to say because apparently you only came here to hear one thing. I don't know what you want from me. You come in here worked up and not saying much and you have the nerve to be angry with me? Me? The monster who always drops everything to be there for you. I'm here listening to you and just saying what Amrita told me because, ONCE AGAIN, people come to me when they want to cry and have problems. Never to just hang out or anything like that. You haven't even visited me in forever. I can see why she'd forget you." He said, ears back as he got up too and crossed his arms.
"You didn't come to me just to hear pretty words and lies, did you? So tell me something or just keep being pissed at me for no reason when you were the ine to come to me.
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Posted: Wed Sep 18, 2013 10:11 am
"She-has-lock-in-her-chest," He finally signed, but his expression was still incredulous. His and Amrita's relationship was complicated to say the least... but to him, it all boiled down to a lot of misunderstanding.
The story of his life.
He had never wished he had his tongue more than now.
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Posted: Wed Sep 18, 2013 11:36 am
Calder looked at him. "A lock? Did you..try ripping it out?" Since Amrita was undead, replacing any damaged parts wasn't that hard to do, and a lock sounded suspicious.
"What else? I didn't learn sign language for you to give me bits and pieces. Tell me everything."
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Posted: Fri Sep 20, 2013 12:14 pm
Christof glared. Just trying to PICK the lock had resulted in his chest stitches being ripped out. Attempting to remove it forcefully? No, that was not a good idea.
Moodily, he stared at his boots instead, shrugging out of his over coat to inspect the damage to his front.
How was he supposed to explain everything? He had trouble with short sentences on their own. Piecing together THAT many words?
He summed it up with a frustrated, if forlorn moan in the back of his throat.
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Posted: Fri Sep 20, 2013 12:32 pm
Calder just stared at Christof. "Really? How am I even supposed to help when I have nothing to go on? I guess I could check up on Amrita myself. The only thing I could suggest is that you try and get her to remember." He shrugged. Christof had given him nothing to go on.
However, since Christof WAS here. "Hey, how about you sit down while I tend to those wounds? You should really sit down and calm yourself." He walk up to Christof's side, placing his hands on his shoulder. "I have some thread."
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Posted: Mon Sep 23, 2013 12:45 am
Christof quieted, but at least gave a nod and a soft grunt at the offer of thread. He was a mess. Tending to the tear would at least give him a few minutes to gather his thoughts while his hands were busy.
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Posted: Mon Sep 23, 2013 12:06 pm
Calder walked over, pushing aside a few baskets before he found a few spools of thread he kept and a pincushion full of needles, some slightly bent. He walked over and handed them to the Igor.
When they were taken, Calder sat back down and then laid on his back. "This isn't exactly relationship advice, Christof. That's the only time you come to talk to me really. I don't know what else to give you. You're not telling me much, and all you are doing is being angry with me. I'm not here for you to grunt at when you're frustrated. It pisses me off." He said, looking up at the ceiling.
He rolled over to one side. "It makes me want to rip your arms off."
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Posted: Mon Sep 23, 2013 12:12 pm
Christof concentrated on threading the needle, his expression becoming gloomier as Calder vented. 'Have-no-one-else-to-turn-to," He signed once he had the free hands, but then concentrated on the ripped patches of skin. "You-are-expert. Have-said-so." It had always been the logical place to go. "If-annoys, if-you-do-not-want-to-help, will-leave."
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Posted: Mon Sep 23, 2013 12:16 pm
Calder stared at the stitchings, wanting to pull at the skin and see what was inside.
"Just wish you'd consider me a expert in other things. I don't see you." He flicked his tail.
"..we don't ride."
He took a breath. "Amrita told me she wanted to be with Aymet but couldn't decide between you and him. If you don't act, you'll loose her completely." He looked up at Christof.
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Posted: Mon Sep 23, 2013 12:19 pm
Christof's stitching stopped and he buried his face in his hands. After a moment or two of silence, they jerked back, quick movements plucking the words out as though laced with bitterness. "What-is-point? Will-be-sold. Property-doesn't-get-property. You-do-not-seek-me-out-either. No-one-does. Call-Igor-with-project. That-is-all." His breathing became ragged again, a whine in his throat, "She-forgets. Me. Everything-we-have-done."
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Posted: Mon Sep 23, 2013 12:24 pm
Calder hiked up a leg and kicked at Christof, nudging against his side. "We're working on that. You're not property. Did nothing we ever say to you even sink in? What Barth said? What I said? What everyone around you said? It's like you don't listen at all. You." He kicked. "Are." He kicked again. "Not." He kicked. "property!"
He sat up, feeling frustrated again. "We'll buy you. If I have to go in and tear Dr. Fell apart, we'll get you. Barth already wants you. He's not going to let you be used by some dipshit demon who just wants you to sweep all day and not do half the things you are amazing at. You're Barth's partner and my herd, and if you actually think you are any worth at all, then you will fight for Amrita."
He rose up and went over, hitting Christof upside the head. "That's why you're upset. She's important to you, and your time you had with her is important. So get patched up and make her remember."
He flicked his tail. "And when you are done with that, ride me. I'm ....frustrated."
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Posted: Mon Sep 23, 2013 3:16 pm
Christof took the abuse- he probably deserved it. But even with his sass, Calder was right- he wouldn't be this upset if Amrita didn't mean so much to him. "How-do-I-remind-her?" He signed finally, juggling the needle between his three hands to form the words, "When-I-tried-she-ripped-my-chest-open."
He exhaled with a snort, finishing up the fresh stitches quickly and cut the thread with a sharp spike on his arm. "Do-not-want-to-lose-another." Especially her.
Independent life was complicated. It would be easy to just give up, do whatever his so-called Masters commanded. But he wanted his own life. He wanted to make his own decisions, his own mistakes, and this was part of it. He had to do something.
He could contact her friends, people close to her that would know something was amiss. That was a start. An intervention, maybe. Something. Anything.
He ran a clawed hand through his hair before offering the needle and thread back with a nod, "Would-like-a-ride. You-less-hazardous-than-Chopper." At that, the corners of his mouth twitched up in a sad sort of smile.
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Posted: Mon Sep 23, 2013 3:29 pm
Calder looked down at him. "I don't have that answer. You are her boilfriend, Christof. Try and remind her of that. It might hurt, but keep trying. Giving up is giving up on her, and you together. With luck, something will shake loose." He said, giving a shrug. "Sometimes even I'm not an expert." Especially with odd cases like forgetting-chest-locks.
With a step, he reached out and rustled Christof's course hair. "Don't challenge me, Christof. I can be a lot more dangerous than your toy. At least i can navigate in swamps. Your contraption still can't do that."
He continued to pet the Igor, eyes growing dark. It smelt earthy, like dirt. That was at least the one of the appealing things about undead. Their earthiness. They weren't afraid to get their hands dirty.
His hand moved to cup Chrsitof's cheek. "You can always come to me, Chrsitof." He said, his voice liquid sweet and dark. Then, leaning in, he kissed him on the cheek.
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Posted: Mon Sep 23, 2013 3:37 pm
With a grunt, Christof gave Calder a playful shove at the kiss.
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