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 Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 11:48 am
Mac didn't give her a second glance when her tone sounded hurt. What? He was telling the truth. He just wanted to see where it was, not what was inside! Pressing his lips together, he wandered though the front doors, not bothering to hold them open for her. She was a Demon. She could do things on her own, jackdamnit!
"Birdfeed." Was his almost immediate response, looking down at her with an expression that just screamed 'duh, what else?'. Shaking his head a bit, he looked ahead once more, looking around at the shops and the general layout. He really didn't have much more to say to her, that he could think up right now, anyway. Well, outside of:
"So! What are your plans after you graduate?" He asked, after emitting a low whistle that made Whip perk up, spreading his wings in Lizzy's hand to fly back to the Reaper - though he did detour just long enough to fly around the Demoness a couple times first. The Whip-poor-will nestled on Mac's hat, settling itself down to look as puffy and grumpy as ever.
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 11:59 am
She was starting to feel more than just a little uncomfortable; it felt odd and it hurt, being disliked for no apparent reason at all - well, maybe except for what she was born as, judging from the boil's words thus far. She watched from behind as he checked out the maul, staying silent as she decided to stare at Whip to distract herself from her thoughts; when Whip was called back to his owner, she smiled sadly, eyes following the bird till it finally stopped on the Reaper's hat.
"Probably helping my mother with running the family boutique and then eventually taking over it when she deems me ready, I guess..." She didn't want to answer him, but felt compelled to do so since it was rude not to. However, she decided against against him the same question; she didn't really want to be around him right now...
Octopus juice can wait for another day. Maybe she'll convince Amrita or Tess or someone else to come with her.
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 10:38 pm
Mac listened to her goals for the future. They were pretty good ones, taking over the family business and whatnot, but the more he thought about it, well, the less it seemed to be fair or make any particular sense. His Parents owned a business, and there had been no indication or words spoken that he would be inheriting them. He just assumed that's the way it was; if he wanted to take over, he'd have to, well, take over. It didn't cross his mind that his Parents were flighty, work-driven and distant to begin with.
"Though I guess that makes sense; you Demons love to take the easy way out." He said, his voice pretty even and mostly free of ill-will, save for the slight bitterness that this Demoness was able to inherit the family business.
"Must be nice to not have to work so hard for your future."
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 10:56 pm
"Wait, w-what?"
The easy way out? It was not going to be 'easy' - easy was not coming to school. Easy was staying at home and probably being home schooled by a tutor, not having to go through classes and exams and drunken trees and giant fire breathing dragons. In Amityville, every student was equal - you have to work hard in order not to fail no matter what your race is, and had worked as hard as the other guy. She twitched, taking in a deep breath before turning to pretty much glare at him, "And what do you know about 'us Demons'?"
There was a pause as she inhaled sharply. If he looked at her rage-filled eyes, he would realize that they were actually wet and that she was desperately trying not to make a scene in the maul.
"Perhaps before you judge, you should meet a few more Demons - and if you had previous bad experience with Demons, well, I'm sorry that it made you so hardened as a person," Her voice had cracked by this point and she wiped at her eyes with the back of her hand as she bowed her head, "Good day to you and I'm sure you can find your way back no problem."
Without looking up - she was not about to allow him to see her cry - she turned, and walked quickly towards the doors they had walked in from, hoping there wasn't anyone familiar around. She needed some time alone.
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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2011 10:54 am
Lizzy's reaction to his words honestly took him aback. For a moment or two he stared at the ghoul as she trembled and spoke, his black eyes betraying his surprise. She was...actually upset? What, did he strike a nerve that badly? The Reaper did and said nothing, letting the Demoness say what she had to.
By the time she was bidding him goodbye, his surprise had faded away and his expression turned blank, if not unfocused. He stayed put as she brushed past him to leave, and it wasn't until she was near the doors did he look over his shoulder to watch her depart.
Huh.
Looking down at his booted feet, he shrugged it off and started to tour the mall on his own; giving her a headstart, as it were.
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