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 Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2012 10:06 pm
"Pretty-inside-and-out. Out-should-match-inside. Have-power-to-choose. As-body-snatcher. As-patchwork." The tips of his mouth twitched up in a weak smile as he stopped signing to stitch, and let her digest his words.
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2012 10:38 pm
What had started out as a desperate attempt to distract herself ended up actually working and then some. As she digested his words, colour creeped up onto her fleshy cheek, growing darker and darker as she was suddenly quite unable to stop smiling. It got so bad that she ducked her head again, shyly hiding it in the crook of her arm.
He thought she was pretty inside. Hee.
"Th-thanks..." She managed to squeak out, trying hard not to wiggle as mostly alien feelings swept through her.
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2012 10:48 pm
They sat in silence for a while as he continued working quietly, gently, making sure the stitches were even and comfortable, humming softly under his breath. Finally he used his knife to cut the thread, motioning in a "tadaa!" fashion before signing, "Will-go-to-prom?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2012 11:18 pm
"Thank you!" Amrita cried out in relief once he was finished. She gave it a moment for her FEAR to seep into the new limb, waiting for the popping bones and sounds of twisting sinew to stop before flexing the (now backwards) fingers experimentally. They were different from what she was used to, but it was still a good fit!
"Prom? Oh, um, yeah, I am. Are you going?" Almost immediately after saying it, she regretted it; of course he was, he was part of the student council! "I uh, I mean, um---well..." Yeah, she had nothin'.
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 12:31 pm
"Have... lots-of-work," Christof winced as the limb snapped around again, but at least that meant it was attached properly. "But-would-like-if... You-went...." His hands fidgeted, "You-would-be-my-date?" He smiled shyly, tucking his hair behind his ear.
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 6:39 pm
The Patchwork stared at his hands, though she had to lift her head from his arm after the first few word-gestures as they were getting hard to read. She intended on going anyway, but it was nice to know that he wanted her there! ...Wait, he...wanted her there as his date? The colour crept back onto her face as she felt shy again, the kind she didn't imagine she'd get over any time soon.
"O-of course! I'd like that." She smiled as shy as ever, also nervously tucking some of her own hair behind her ear. "A lot." Hee.
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