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 Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2012 9:09 pm
Amrita sat like a good ghoul without a second thought. She looked between him and her foot and shuffled closer, turning to drape the leg with the loose ankle across his lap. Helpful, right? It really did nothing but make her stomach twist and her face go darker, but it would probably be easier for him. The other leg was tucked neatly under her.
When she was given permission to ask, she looked down at her lap, abandoning her stitching to fidget with one of the draping hems on her dress. Um. What to ask first...?! Oh jack, could she even ask him this? She was so curious! But...nnngh....
"You...found my parts and...and you h-helped build me, s-so..." Her backward hands migrated to her shoulder, twisting her hair nervously. "D-does that...make you my Master?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2012 6:23 pm
Christof concentrated on the torn seams as the leg was placed on his lap, his blushing under control up until she actually asked her question.
It was at this point he nearly tore through the tender corpse flesh to gape at her, fighting the urge to leap back in shock. His hands flailed, "No! No-one's-master! Am-just-igor! Master-of-no-one!" She... she thought...?? But... no, she wasn't like Firth or Scruff, they were just... pets! And Miss Amrita was not a pet! Just... just a friend who had needed a favor! And he lived to serve.
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2012 7:22 pm
Luckily, she didn't feel the near-tear and she was too busy trying to read his frantic hands to even notice it. She really only got the first part, the rest was lost to hand-screeching.
"N-no?" Did she sound...a little disappointed? Maybe. For a moment she looked thoughtful, staring at him; rather, staring at his stitches. "So, um...what's the difference between us, then?" Curiousity won out and she had no interest in stitching herself back together.
"I...I mean...someone built us, someone got our parts...what else is there? Why can't you be my Master?" She was being completely innocent of course.
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2012 11:31 pm
Christof fidgeted, still looking baffled by the way the conversation had turned, his face still the color of a nice old beet. "I-am.... Creation. Built-with-purpose-to-serve. You-just... Custom-body... Needed-new-one. Wanted-to-help-find-best-option." He managed to sign after some thought. At least his hands had slowed down. "Different. You-do-not-need-master. Should-not-want-master. Free-to-dictate-own-future." The color left his patchy face, his expression falling as his mind wandered. "When.." He hesitated, glancing over his hunch- yup, they were still alone. It was just... just Amrita. And.... and well, she deserved to be warned, didn't she?
"When-school-is-done. I-will-most-likely-be-sold. Or-the-experiment-will-be-over. Unsure."
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Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2012 7:56 pm
"I...I don't think I'd mind if...if you were..." Her own face was nice and dark with colour. The train of thought went off the track when she realized he was looking around, and her head tilted as she tried to decipher what he was telling her.
Sold...? Experiment...over...?
The blush faded from her cheeks; all the colour seemed to wash right out of her, if it were possible. He...he was telling her...that he was leaving? Was that it?
"W-what...?" Was all she could squeak out at first, just staring at him in distress; all these feelings she couldn't explain or understand, and now she felt like someone had punched her in the gut...and she couldn't figure out why. "Y-You're...You're g-going to....leave...?" Stunned. Completely stunned. "What..does...over?" Please let her have misread. Please please please.
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 7:18 pm
"Leave-insinuates-choice." He signed with a grimace, eyes not meeting her.
"Just-thought-you-should-know." He added, hands hesitating before their movement.
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 7:58 pm
"T-There...There's nothing that c-can be done...?" Amrita felt something in her chest constrict painfully at his gestures. He'd...have no choice? That wasn't fair! That wasn't fair! "B-because of your Master, right?" The word dripped with uncharacteristic venom; if placed to Christof it didn't sound bad, but with the creature that played with Chris's strings? It was a terrible word. The last time she spoke out against his Master, it ended badly...
"He's horrible!" She slammed her hand on the ground without really waiting for a confirmation, feeling a pinch of pain as the needle she was holding went right through flesh and muscle. It was ignored; this was more important.
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2012 1:43 pm
There was no slap this time as the words left her mouth.
A lot had changed over the short course of a year, and not just his getting bigger. His eyes still lowered, he gently lifted her hand, expression blank and unreadable as he carefully pulled the needle out of it's accidental pin-cushion.
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2012 3:37 pm
She was surprised when he didn't lash out at her like last time. Surprise faded to relief, and soon she found herself...strangely sad. Still a little bitter, but mostly sad. There was no flinching as he pulled the needle from her hand, and when the minor wound glazed over with somewhat sludged blood she didn't seem to give it notice; she felt it, it did sting since it went so deep, but it was nothing compared to the rest of her feelings.
"I...I wish there was something...something I could do..." Amrita murmured unhappily. She wanted to help, she really did, but nothing was coming to mind. There wasn't enough FEAR in her to take on whoever built him (and she imagined him to be huge, if Christof was afraid of him), and she only had enough seeds to keep her in school with a couple to spare. The only thing she could give him was some memories, just in case.
...!
"...Is there something I can do?" Both of her hands moved to hold his - albeit awkwardly, as always - and she brushed her thumbs against the rough patches of skin. "You know, to...to, um, make you happy?" He'd never been a cheerful scareling, but this was extreme for him, or so she imagined.
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2012 5:11 pm
Finally, he looked up to watch her face carefully, his mismatched eyes slowly calculating. Eventually, he gently removed one hand at least to sign (with the assistance of his third), "Could-help-find-Chopper."
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2012 6:50 pm
...Help find Chopper.
"...Really?" That was going to make him happy? She looked unconvinced, even a little suspicious, but in the end she merely nodded.
"Alright~" Turning, she pulled her leg off of his lap, giving one last check over her stitches before getting to her feet. "If...that would make you happy." She gave a smile, holding her hand down to him. "S-so...we're gonna start walkin...?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2012 12:31 am
"Don't-have-to-just-now." His lips squirmed a bit as he shifted nervously. "Make-sure-seams-aren't-busted." He shifted again, motioning to where she was still tattered and he hadn't had a chance to repair. "Did-not-mean-to-get-you-hurt." He looked flustered, but at least the conversation had veered away from the depressing for now.
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2012 6:21 am
"Why not?" Was her immediate question to their not having to go yet, but once it became clear she made a hum of understanding in her throat and leaned down to peer at the stitches he motioned to. Normally that was a generally bad idea, and today seemed to no different as she toppled a little, losing her balance as her heels rolled. Normally she could right herself in time, but today seemed different in that she couldn't, leaving her to fall on her hands and knees in front of him, unceremoniously with an absolute lack of grace. Somewhere between the bike ride and now her hair had loosened, now winding and curling over her bare shoulders while her bangs hid the loose stitches on her face.
"S-see? I hurt myself all the time!" She chuckled - albeit nervously - to try and wave the subject off. Not that falling was the same as being thrown from a bike, but still! "Nothing to worry about~ You...you built me strong!" It had yet to occur to her to get off her hands and knees, though.
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Posted: Thu Jan 26, 2012 12:09 pm
He smiled weakly as he crouched down to try to help her up, using his free hands to sign with small motions, "Should-be-more-careful. Putting-lots-of-stress-on-your-parts. Don't-want-you-hurt." With a sigh, he glanced around. He could still hear Chopper's rumblings in the distance... it couldn't have gone far. But Amrita was in no shape to go bike-wrangling. At this point it was a far walk just about anywhere.
He blushed,timidly tucking some of her stray hair behind her ear, and after an awkward moment he signed, "I-like-you-in-stitches."
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