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 Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2008 8:59 pm
Caleb began to twist, and if he wanted to escape his skin. He let out a small pained groan. On the other hand, he was quite enjoying his dream.
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2008 9:03 pm
Moé woke up form the groan, and then saw Caleb also asleep.
It's been a couple of hours...
Moé leaned over and kissed his cheek.
Using him as her blanket, she held onto one of his legs to try and stop his shivering as she went to sleep again.
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2008 9:11 pm
Caleb completely turned over from the intensity of his own dream. He began to crumple from the imaginary pain.
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2008 9:14 pm
Moé saw this, and gasped.
"Sir, sir, wake up...!"
She kissed him.
"Don't hurt yourself, please...", she mumbled.
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2008 9:19 pm
Caleb's breathing became very harsh. He began to turn over again and caused himself to fall down the rest of the stairs. This, alas, did not wake him from his night terror.
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2008 9:21 pm
Moé shrieked, and then, taking out a wet cloth, phased it through his mask to wake him up form the cold.
"Sir! Wake up!"
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2008 9:28 pm
Caleb let out a heavy breath and burst awake. Taking in several deep breaths, he looked at her. "M-many blessings."
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2008 9:32 pm
Moé leaned over him and, in relief, began to kiss him again, her now-wet hair falling on his face. [[from where she got the handkerchief]] Her cheeks were red with relief and passionate love. The way how she laid on top of him was very questionable, though.
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2008 9:52 pm
Caleb stared back at her. "....You have become, a necessity in my life."
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2008 7:46 am
Moé got off of him, and helped him up.
"I guess my training paid off, hahah."
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2008 10:31 am
Caleb pointed the beak down to look at her more closely. "And what prerequisite would fit into that area?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2008 10:37 am
Moé paused.
"Well, not to be derisive or anything, but I took care of Mocha a lot when she was a baby and the maid was attending to Hell affairs. I also took care of Crab-a-locker-- Montblanc's pet mutated axolotl lizard-- when he was away. I have slight first aid, but not enough. I just concentrated on my work of looking for you too much..."
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2008 11:12 am
Caleb instantly remembered the girl. "Was not she the one who frightened easily?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2008 11:15 am
Moé took out a picture of the girl dressed in real occultist robes, and another of her dressed like a mime [possible for Halloween].
"I'm her godmother. She's afraid of very few things, but she told me that she's only scared of real representations of horror; since you're a real plague doctor, you scare the skin off of her. She isn't scared of creatures, as her father could make any child cry themselves to sleep, but it's natural disasters that scare her..."
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2008 11:22 am
Caleb examined both of the pictures. "...Horror? But then again, I did have to treat many of the dead and dying." Caleb responded.
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