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 Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2011 10:16 am
His eyes were wide in surprise and wonder as the pouch landed in his hands. The only time he had had this many seeds had been the valentine's auction... and that hadn't even been for himself. He swallowed, face trembling about the edges before his arms were thrown around her once more, his face pressed against her chest, My kind, amazing, beautiful Mistress... his mind reeled and before he knew what he was doing he had pressed a tentacle to his lips before rising his head to press them against where her mouth would have been... if she had one...
And then immediately flushed and pulled back, huddling down in the sort of slouch only an Igor could accomplish. Er... thank you.
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2011 3:42 pm
Whoops.
It wouldn't have been hard to realize that Christof was not the kind of boil who handled large sums of money as gifts with a sense of poise. Riley just hadn't really put much thought into it. She expected his hug, which she returned easily. When she felt him fumbling with her tentacles, however, they all immediately slunk away, instinctively retracting from being touched. Oddly, that aversion was more powerful than any brush to the face - in fact, she simply raised an eyebrow as he pressed his face against hers.
Beings with mouths were so weird about the facial area. She chuckled at his enthusiasm, and patted his head softly with one hand. I'm telling you, Christof. It's nothing. I want to take care of you. I have an obligation to you, just as much as you do to me. Don't ever feel uncomfortable about coming to me for things such as this. And you're welcome.
She was proud that she'd picked an igor with the right kind of manners. Please and thank you were very important words, after all.
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2011 5:28 pm
He was still flushing as he wobbled to his feet, looking flustered as he carefully tucked the bag into his pajama pocket for safe keeping. I... I will let you know how it all goes, Mistress, He managed, picking up his lepus to inch his way back towards the window. And... er... I... I suppose I'll have explain things to Miss Sin-
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2011 7:09 pm
As Christof inched off the bed, the head of the lepus that he'd offered earlier rolled to the side, bleeding on her bedspread. She snatched it up quickly, and slid one of her tentacles into it. How kind, he brought her a snack.
I would appreciate that. I will probably have a discussion with Sin myself, at a later date, concerning the matter. There's no need for her to think I am being rude by keeping you all to myself. I'm sure I can make her understand.
The lepus skull in her hand cracked slightly.
And.. Christof? Her voice was a little quieter. Ah. Thank you. For coming to me, first. It means a lot to me.
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2011 8:58 pm
His breathing was still coming quick as he turned, still flushing to bow politely. It means everything to me for my Mistress to be Happy. His mental voice was just as quiet. It means I am Doing It Right if you are happy. Please... never hesitate to call on me at any time, Mistress.
Swallowing deeply, his mind swimming, he hefted his shovel to climb out the window.
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