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 Posted: Mon May 30, 2011 8:38 pm
With another whine and some frantic gesticulation, the panicked Igor finally lunged for his pocket knife-
and cut the stitches of his mouth. Which really didn't help matters.
"AH HA! EH AH EEHOW! HWUBBAH!"
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Posted: Mon May 30, 2011 8:50 pm
"You have a new set of duties, don't you? You asked for my help, Contractually, and now you're Contractually bound to an equal set of obligations. It's a dabbling in demonic forces thing, but there you have it."
Barth fiddled with his claws, looking at the floor.
"And ordering it was really hard."
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Posted: Mon May 30, 2011 8:57 pm
Watching Barth's expression, the hunchback wilted, lips twisting into a miserable frown as he lowered the garment to stare once more.
It... well... it... it was just to keep his clothes clean, right?
It meant they would be doing more together, right? More Igoring? Igoring that wasn't pillow fetching and house cleaning. And... by contract if he had to endure the jacket, Barth would have to endure productivity.
Even so, he swallowed deeply.
With a final whine, and mismatched hands still trembling, he gingerly put it on as though Barth had asked him to put on a bikini.
It fit a bit like a bedsheet. It swallowed his hunch, and his monstrous left arm fit just fine, but his scrawny right arm was draped and the rest hung from him like a curtain. Another whine, and he was certain he looked utterly foolish. It would need some adjustments.
Master had commanded, and here he was. Looking like an idiot in something he wasn't supposed to be wearing. He felt dirty.
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Posted: Mon May 30, 2011 9:29 pm
Barth immediately smiled.
"Well, a bit big, certainly, but that's alright. Now um, there is one last last order of business."
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Posted: Mon May 30, 2011 9:31 pm
Still engorged in coat, Christof gave a final whine as though dreading what would come next.
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Posted: Mon May 30, 2011 9:44 pm
"I'm...not going to be here for the next few weeks, so you'll have to hold down the proverbial fort while I'm gone." The reasoning behind the absence, Barth was not at all keen to elaborate on.
"...Not here as in the dorm, here as in campus. Or town, probably. Who knows. Not me. I'll be err, leaving tomorrow some time?"
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Posted: Mon May 30, 2011 9:55 pm
Christof froze, look of anxiety now replaced by another one. Gone...? Why... but school... and... Tongueless, he resorted back to his feeble gesticulation, hampered by the too-long sleeve on his right side:
Finals-coming. Why-now?
Barth would be... gone? What was he supposed to do in the meantime?? What about their contract? About inventing??
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Posted: Mon May 30, 2011 10:09 pm
"I know about finals," Barth said. "And the Open House. And everything else. It's...well, it's important and unavoidable. And probably life-threatening. ...But I'm sure I'll be fine. It's only err, one or two minor things. I'm not even sure why he's asking me- That's not important. What's important is that I won't be here, but I'll be back as err, soonish as I can."
In as few pieces as possible.
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Posted: Mon May 30, 2011 10:14 pm
Christof still didn't quite understand what was going on, but with lips pursed he tried to mull it over. Finally, his hands rose again as he pulled up at the sleeve before signing, What-about-me? What-should-I-Do-in-meantime? He needed Orders to stay out of trouble, he needed Orders to keep himself busy. And Barth was always the best source of orders- he always had dozens of inane things to do, and one or two interesting things. Without him?
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 7:26 am
"Help manage the Booths, prepare for exams, and so on. Maybe even relax a bit. Riley's just next door."
Barth would ask for help packing, but he wasn't sure he needed anything.
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 7:30 am
Even so, the Igor slumped back onto the couch, looking at his Master with the look a dog might give it's owner as they were left in a cardboard box next to the interstate as said owner slowly walked back to their car. He shifted, but after a moment, his hands raised again meekly:
When-are-you-back? Why-can't-I-come-with?
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 7:34 am
"Don't know the first, maybe next time with the second. Anyway, you can't leave school with me for whoever-knows how long. You have multiple obligations, not just to me. And I need you to watch things. ...I'll be back as soon as I can." He meant that last part.
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 7:40 am
The frown remained on the hunchback's mouth even as he slowly accepted what was being ordered. He nodded. Barth was right. He couldn't abandon School- Master Fell's orders came first and fore-most. And Riley would be next door.
And he'd take care of Barth's lab. There would be plenty to keep him busy, especially with finals approaching. He eyed the pile of blueprints, his patchwork brain slowly churning. He hiked up the sleeve again.
Will-miss-you.
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 7:54 am
"I'll miss you too," Barth said. "And err, that's everything. I think."
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 7:57 am
Christof stared at his lap, face contorted miserably before awkwardly gesturing.
Thank-you. For-coat. Will-need-to-make-adjustments.
And hope he didn't pass by any mirrors while wearing it. If he wore it. It was a nice gesture, all the same.
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