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 Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 6:49 pm
One last wiggle, and Freya was confident she'd done all the damage control she could manage. She'd stopped just in time for her head to snap back an inch when someone tugged on her hair, and she turned around, gasping at the audacity.
"I'm sorry." She really wasn't. "Am I not payings enough attention to my big baby boil?" She made a face, sticking her tongue out, and turned to the side so she could reach behind him and dive her hands into his hair - only to tug on it childishly.
"We play the hair pullings game now?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 6:52 pm
The idea of Professor Red watching them.... was quite frankly a disturbing thought. "Don't say such things---" she swatted at Willow.
Then suddenly...
Christof was stumbling very close towards her. She took a few steps back only to realize... he was STARING AT HER. "W-ha--- EEEEE~! CHRISTOF! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!" she cried as she was trying to cover up herself with her hands and arms.
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 6:52 pm
"RUN RUN RUN LITTLE BOIL" Bul shouted in a crazed manner as he skittered after Demi with his long lanky legs, waving the sock in the air angrily. "You're gonna get what's coming to you-" he bellowed before leaping in the air dramatically in an attempt to land a bruteball-style tackle on the hellhound.
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 6:56 pm
The hunchback flinched at Bea's sudden cry, his face reddening as he blearily realized what he had been doing. Glancing frantically around for Barth or Calder, he merely managed to weakly sign (as plainly as he could) "I-like-your-under-garments?" with a trembling smile.
What a way to wake up.
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 7:00 pm
Calder looked up to hear Bea shriek like the best of them and then saw Christof moving in. He wondered what was going on and then watched as Christof signed. "Oh, He says he likes your underthings." Yup. Calder. Always helping.
"I think they've very pretty too. So is your dress. Sorry about the oil though."
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 7:02 pm
Hair pulling game? Really? Herryk bared his teeth at her, a look reminiscent of the same exact expression he'd worn during the lobsterfest (more specifically, the expression he wore just before Hel had come into Freya's dorm) alighting on his face. His nostrils flared, but it just... hurt too much to move, much to Herryk's regret.
Or else he'd have her pinned to the floor in a hot second.
It really was getting way, way too ...stimulating in the room, all of a sudden.
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 7:02 pm
"I was only trying to help!" Damien screamed out in reply as he pushed his legs to go faster and farther away from the maniacal half beast. "Well if this is how your going about it, then I don"t want it Bul. Do. Not. Want." he enunciated as the soaked legs finally slipped and the floored hound saw death above.
And jack, was it spiky.
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 7:06 pm
Well a hot second definitely happened and Bul landed on top of Demi with shark teeth gleaming at him. "YOU DONT WANT WHAT?"
"YOU TEST ME DEMI, I DARE YA," he laughed and smothered the boil's face with the sock even as... they sat there in a heap of oily boils. "Haha EAT THAT!" Bul's tail flailed wildly behind him.
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 7:09 pm
Whoops.
She'd started to recognize that look, and she snickered softly, patting his chest. "Okay. Is not hair pullings time. I gets it." The poor thing was going to hurt himself if she kept teasing him, and, there was.. a lot of people around. Sure, they were naked and covered and oil, but still. She knew better. Sort of.
She moved to sit back down beside him, giving him a chance to clear his head. That was when she saw a naked boil run right past, followed by an almost naked boil. She blinked, and covered her face with her hand.
"Yeh know, when I enrolled in this school, my Papa said one things to me. He goes, 'Freya, yeh make sure yeh don't keep yehrself all locked away, yeh got to get to knows people. See the true person inside."
Her fingers split as she peeked at the running. "I don't thinks this is what he had in minds."
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 7:09 pm
Calder watched. And watched. And Stared. His expression was a softer yet still intense look as Chrsitof had for Bea, and he watched as the two oiled up, barely clothed, one in a kilt, boils tangled together in a heap. He always thought those two had a thing, and now he just thought that this field trip was far better, at this very moment, than all those previously.
Licking his lips, Calder glanced at Barth. "Um...you should go over there.." He looked back at the boils, unable to tear his eyes away. "...since you're good at breaking up fights." And not because Calder hoped the boil would be pulled in by some way. Nope. Not at all.
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 7:11 pm
Bea gave a the patchwork a furiously confused look when he began to sign something at her. She didn't know how to read sign language! Luckily, Calder was there to translate... However the message didn't make the situation better.
"He likes... M-My... WHAT?!" Bea's face flushed into a bright red one again. Though Calder's compliments did made Bea feel a bit better and off guard. "I-I... Um! Thanks?" Bea covered her face in embarrassment. "I-It's okay, Calder... It was the bottle's fault, not yours." Hoping no one was looking at her standing there hopelessly in her ruined dress and undies.
Demi was causing such a commotion, Bea couldn't help but look up to find the two oily boils doing something with a sock...
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 7:22 pm
Christof was thankfully unaware of the wrestling boys behind him. There was something a lot more pleasing ahead of him.
He would have been content to stare forever, but no, One Must Always Have Proper Dress, that rule had been instilled in him at a young age. "Perhaps-should-remove?" He glanced over to Calder to see if he was still watching for help translating, but it seemed the Kelpie was... preoccupied.
Hurm.
Well, then. He'd just have to help. Horray! He had something to make himself useful! Content with the idea of helping the ghoul out, he reached forward to start to tug at her dress.
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 7:23 pm
Demi tried his very best to wiggle away from the flying cold blooded beast tackle and yet true to his bruteball position, managed to get a proper tackle in.
Jackdammit.
"I AIN"T DARING NOTHING. I DON'T WANT NOTHING. NOTHING I TELLYUFH-"
he managed to get out before the piece of cotton fabric managed to shut him up with a muffled voice and a bunch of flailing from the poor hound. It still didn't stop him from scowling harshly at the boil above him. Not to mention the kilt's fabric was itchy as Jack know what.
How the hell could Calder wear such a thing?
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 7:28 pm
"NOW. I don't want to ever see this sock again got that?!" Bul demanded from above and leaned close pinning his weight on Demi. "Do we have an understanding? Huh? HUUUUUUUUUUUUH?" Taunting him was just mean on the half beasts' part but he was going to be quick to deny that the sock would fit anything of... his.
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 7:32 pm
Bea's attention turned back to Christof when he started to tug on her dress... He was tugging... on... HER... DRESS... Without knowing his intention for doing that, Bea let out a shriek of surprise, "OH, MY JACK!" How the way the ghoul reacted, her arms flailed wildly, inches away from slapping the poor patchwork on his face. 
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