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 Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 2:19 pm
Moé shook her head.
"I'm just worried that you act a little reckless sometimes. I don't want you to hurt yourself..."
She blushed slightly, and, turning around, she fixed the loose hold of her towel.
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 2:30 pm
"...yes,yes, I know." Caleb replied.
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 2:32 pm
Moé ran up and hugged his arm.
"Are you working on another possible cure? How admirable...!"
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 2:37 pm
Caleb turned to a darker color. "...Not one for myself, but a cure nonetheless."
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 2:40 pm
Moé paused.
"F-For me...?"
She wailed, flailing around, the tie on her towel becoming looser and looser.
"No! No no no! Your work is too important!"
[[Mr. Lemming would agree.]]
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 2:49 pm
Caleb turned to her completely. "Now, you will take this when it is finished and drink it whole, and I expect nothing out of it other than for yourself to return to health."
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 2:52 pm
Moé nodded.
"Yes then, Sir! I'll drink it all!"
She grinned and saluted him, and her towel unhinged, baring her chest.
Wordlessly, she fixed her towel, and looked away, her mouth dry.
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2008 8:54 am
Caleb's color turned even more intense. He turned back to his work, dumping a gold powder into the still-steaming beaker.
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2008 9:03 am
Moé paused, and looked away in shame.
"S-Sir, I-I-I'm sorry..."
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2008 10:25 am
"I have realized that it was nothing but a simple mistake." Caleb replied, as he continued working.
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2008 10:53 am
Moé nodded.
"I-I'll make sure you never have to see my b-body again, Sir..."
[[Aw, crap...[/foreshadowing]]]
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2008 10:59 am
Caleb sighed, and continued working. Pouring the mixture into a flask and stoppering it. He placed the it onto the burner again and put a tube though the hole in the stopper, the tube led to a separate beaker on the table nearby.
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2008 11:02 am
Moé entered a portal, and when she came back, she was wearing her conservative waiter outfit, except with a black casino vest [most likely form Lucy or Montblanc], and the sleeves of her new shirt rolled down around her wrists. She was wearing black gloves.
[[her 'waiter' outfit was the first one she wore, with an apron and pants instead of black shortshorts and a corset.]]
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2008 11:27 am
Caleb did not noticed her, the beaker that held the distillation was completed. He withdrew the tube and took the stoppered flask off of the burner and placed it onto the table using a pair of tongs.
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2008 11:29 am
Moé was at ease.
"Oh, sir, I'm so happy that you are using tongs."
She paused, and then gasped.
"Would the heat make your rotting worse, or would it kill the bacteria?"
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