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 Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 1:30 pm
The Igor leaned in to carefully, slowly log in, (Computers were still a bit of a threatening marvel to him), scrolling through the feed before... He gaped, eyes wide and mouth hanging open to show almost every remaining and partially rotted tooth.  She.... she said YES? She... a beautiful demoness he had been stalk- er- following online for some time had.... said YES??
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 2:55 pm
"What? Who was it? ...What did they say?" Barth asked.
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 3:01 pm
"Mith.... Mith Morrigan!" The hunchback breathed, staring at the computer screen on the Sloth Demon's lap in utmost horror. "Do.... do you know her?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 3:20 pm
"Can't say that I do," he said, easing the laptop back around so he could see the screen. Oh. Wait a second. Morrigan was a demon. A very attractive demon. He raised a single eyebrow.
Usually he didn't mind, but he felt certain territories were starting to be encroached on. Namely, exactly how many marks did Christof plan on getting?
"Good err, snag there. Do you have anything to wear - no, nevermind. You should have something to wear..."
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 3:26 pm
"I... I'we newer met her either..." The hunchback trembled as the laptop was twisted away, "But... but I thaw that photograph and..." He wobbled, corners of his mouth twitching. "I jutht followed for a while but... but the anthered quethtionth and..." It seemed the interweb had opened all sorts of doors for the neurotic boil. "I c-can't.... beliewe.. " He raised a couple fingers to touch his scarred, chapped lips, wobbling a bit. Those lips... oh those luscious, taunting, glimmering puckered lips in her profile picture...
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 3:30 pm
"She does go to our school, doesn't she?"
Barth examined the profile page. He assumed she did, he was +following her, he just hadn't been paying much attention to her feeds. He wondered if it was kosher to ask ghouls out on groanspring. It was easier. And whatever worked.
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 3:36 pm
"The doeth, I think it thaid that in her profile, I checked..." He leaned in to try to turn the laptop back to frantically write a reply.
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 3:54 pm
Barth leaned forward with Christof, to read along.
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 3:56 pm
 That.... that was a good thing right? Christof had refreshed the page obsessively until the answer had popped up, and now could only read and reread her answer. "I... I've newer been to a danthe before.... let... let alone with a ghoul.... what... what do I do?" He looked on the verge of panic. Obviously, this had not been covered in his Igor training.
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 4:02 pm
Barth shrugged.
"I don't think it's hard. I err, usually don't do anything."
His expression narrowed at the beneficial comment, though. Of course. Well, so far he was the only boil (aside from Christof's original master, probably) who'd marked Christof. That was something. It might translate into a different variety of horn-butting.
Power struggles really weren't his thing. At least, not the fast and furious readily apparent kind.
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 4:12 pm
"Well, you don't uthually do much of anything," He sighed, finally relinquishing the laptop back to the Sloth Demon. He'd... sort things out with her later. He supposed he could just wear his outfit from Etiquette Class, it was fancy enough for a dance, right? Right. At least it seemed like the hunchback's spirits had picked up.
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 9:29 pm
Calder was not so used to this new arrangement, but he felt he did well. Not only had he picked a nice, late time, finding very few demons up at this hour, but he managed the steps rather well with the heavy wicker basket strapped to his back. It was the type of basket he used for his own laundry, having to go the river and use a washboard and soap to get his things cleaned, but it seemed he couldn't do that anymore. This meant a strange learning experience with the laundry room – a place he was glad had no one in there at this hour as he failed at every chance to figure it out until long last it had produced water, and because he wasn't tempted to hurt anyone.
He marched up the steps, not taking the Igor's silly way up the ladder. For one, he didn't like heights. For another, hooves and ladders DID NOT MIX! So up the stairs he went, Barth's folded clothes dripping wet as he went up and checked to make sure this was the door. It would be nice to get back to his room and just sleep. Ugh! He felt like a workhorse!
With that, he gave a steady knock. It was a little strange, but he was actually a little bit proud of accomplishing the simple task of laundry. He figured out a washing machine today. Take that new-fangled technology!
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 9:57 pm
Barth gave Christof a genuine smile. "No, I don't. ...Um, get the door, would you? The err, door thing still needs redesigning still."
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 10:14 pm
Christof glanced up from his thoguhts, shifting to try to stretch the bad feelings away as he got up to cross to the doorway curiously. Barth... didn't USUALLY get visitors while he was there, leaving him especially curious, "You exthpecting Company, Matht-" He stopped as he glowered through the now opened door at the large laundry-basket on top of a Kelpie.
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 10:24 pm
Calder had come late because he didn't WANT to see Christof, but damn if the Igor wasn't over all the time. It certainly made him wonder, and how he was left looking at the Igor, and then he pointed to the patchwork boil and looked to Barth. "What's he doing here?" Or better yet, WTF is he doing here?! He didn't WANT Christof to be here. This was a secret laundry mission!
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