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 Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2012 7:31 am
"Ahh, I understand...do not worry, I will be sure to be diligent in your place." Needle chuckled, noticing he had slid closer but so far resisting the urge to do to the same. She wanted to, but she resisted; she wasn't done yet, after all! Besides, knowing he was more or less at her mercy made it somewhat exciting.
"Then it is a very good thing I am not a shy ghoul." She added, amusement edging her voice. "I hope I will not disappoint~" She hummed, thoughtfully; she had never taken care of anyone in this capacity before. Sure she had looked after her sister when she was sick, but it was usually Canvas that did more than the comforting hair pats and soft songs.
Needle gazed at him again, taking note of how close he was, and how much she wanted to cuddle against his warmth. Instead she put her attention back to the table, using her last cloth to clean the ink and blood from her work needles, setting them aside in one of the larger containers that sloshed with a powerful-smelling liquid as it was opened and closed. It was tucked away, and she set to capping her wells and vials. She did however glance up at him, though the move wasn't obvious seeing as she still wore her mask.
"You've made my job for today a little easier~" It was an idle comment, recalling the sounds of his disrobing and the general lack of fabrics bunching in certain places.
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Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2012 7:38 am
Muka simply watched her move around a clean up with his same static grin. Occasionally he'd glance at his bandaged hands, testing with small bends of his fingers how it felt. The skin ached and so he stopped, simply waiting for the ghost to finish.
"For once I used a bit of forethought!" He chuckled a bit. Also he didn't want to get ink on his shirt and jacket, but that was besides the point. "I think I will be wary of shifting until they heal, hmm?" He'd hate for something unforseen to happen.
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Posted: Fri Jul 20, 2012 12:01 pm
"I am...not sure how your shifting really works but yes, I would imagine a ban on that until your bandages are off would be best." She mused, head tilting thoughtfully. Now she was wondering if the tattoos would show on his owl form, and where; would the wings get new markings? Huh! Suddenly she wanted his hands to heal faster, and not only so he could easily touch her again.
Once she was done cleaning up she slid closer to him, her cool hand splayed on his chest to use as a guide. "What would you like to do now?" She asked with as smile. He let her tattoo him, and while yes he was technically to some degree at her mercy, she was in a giving mood.
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Posted: Fri Jul 20, 2012 12:13 pm
Muka simply cooed comfortably when Needle rested her hand on his chest. The evening had worn on at this point, thought it was hard to tell in the ghost dorms. By this point he would be outside, wandering or walking or hunting.
"I don't have any pressing plans.." Muka smiled to the ghoul. "I do not do much but wander in my spare time." He was just as happy in silence and rest as he was walking around.
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Posted: Fri Jul 20, 2012 7:22 pm
Needle leaned forward to press a soft kiss against his shoulder, trying her hand at repaying the favour, so to speak. Muka had kissed the crook of her neck, but she couldn't reach from where she was; it was the next best thing, but really any contact was contact.
"Are you hungry? I could help you dress again if you would like to go out." It had been a while since he beat her in the eating contest (Which spurred that entire trip to the Maul, really), and she did know his appetite was large. She had never ordered in before; and cooking was not high on her skill list...actually, it wasn't on her skill list.
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Posted: Fri Jul 20, 2012 8:15 pm
As if on cue, Muka's round of stomach rumbled and he burst out in giggles. "I'm always hungry lately. I think I may be getting fat.." Another giggle. "I hope you don't mind?" He wasn't sure he could not be hungry but if it bothered her for him to get fat, he could figure out something.
"We could always order in?" He had a whole bunch of food places saved into his phone and somehow the idea of getting Needle to use the device was extremely amusing.
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2012 8:18 pm
Needle hummed thoughtfully, the hand on his chest trailing downwards to brush cold fingers along his rounding stomach. Her head turned, visibly following the trail of her hand, pausing where his belly was at it's peak.
"I do not mind. I think it is...comfortable." She assured him softly, lifting her head to look at him once more. "Besides, there is too much else to you, and too little of my sight, to even pretend that it matters to me~" Looks and body types meant very little to her. The ghoul leaned forward, nuzzling him gently until he gave his suggestion.
"All right! Ah...How?" She had never ordered in before.
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2012 8:47 pm
Her answer seemed good enough for the strix and he nuzzled her back with a giggle but food was on his mind now. Delicious food.
"Well we can just call them.. hmm.. ah.." Where was phone? "In my pants pocket." He strix lifted himself a bit off of his knees so his hip could straighten and she could reach into his pocket. "I have some numbers saved in there."
It was probably to her benefit that Muka had an older model phone. It was the only electronic device that he was behind the times with if only because his talons were not compatible with touch screens. The phone flipped open and had large glowy numbers. "Is there something you are in the mood for?"
If she couldn't decide... hmm.. barbeque sounded nice.
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2012 9:12 pm
...Call them in his pants pocket? Needle was confused, thoroughly confused. But as he moved she got the hint at least, her fingers trailing from his belly to feel for his pockets. Some light pats later and she found the phone, carefully freeing it from his pants. She held it in her hands (upside down) and felt along the contours, tracing her fingers this way and that before a lucky press had the phone flipping open.
It was clear she had never been around one before.
"This is...a skelephone, yes?" He did say call, right? That's what skelephones did, right? "How does this work? What do I have to do?" She just continued to hold it, upside down and thoroughly confused.
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Posted: Mon Jul 23, 2012 6:35 am
Muka giggled as the ghoul seemed perplexed and he scooched up close to her side to peer over her shoulder and assist. His hands may have been bandaged but they weren't completely useless, he could point and motion to things.
"Yes, yes... well first." Muka giggled and gently nudged her hands. "It's upside down. This screen part goes on the top and buttons on the bottom. Can you see the glowing numbers?" Them being rightside up would be a big clue.
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Posted: Mon Jul 23, 2012 8:34 am
"...Glowing nu---Ah! Yes, somewhat." Clearly, she hadn't actually been looking at the device. The whole time her head didn't move, indicating that it was only her eyes roaming about in general. Quickly turning the phone, her head tilted, brushing her fingers over the glowing digits before carefully pressing down on one...and startling when the phone beeped, almost dropping it in surprise. A couple desperate grabs later and she remained holding onto it, clutching it tightly.
"Ah! WhatdidIdo?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 23, 2012 8:55 am
Muka giggled uncontrollably, wrapping one of his arms around her waist so he could help her with his other one and loom over her shoulder. Needle was amusing him but he found it cute in a way. He definitely had to make her talk on it!
"Just pressed a button. Whenever you mess up you can just press this big red one." The END button seemed gnarled and mashed. Muka must mess up a lot.
"So press hrmmm... press this right one here.." His bandaged hand vaguely guided her fingers. "And then press down.. 3 times.. and then hit this green one."
If she followed his instructions the phone began to ring. "Now press it to your ear! hurry!" of course he didn't tell her what to say or anything..
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2012 8:49 am
As Muka's arm went around her she shifted, moving enough to make herself comfortable between his legs once more. Once she was comfortable she put more of her attention to what he was showing her, squinting through her mask to see what he was seeing. A brush of her thumb told her that the END button was well-used, making her feel somewhat better that he often made mistakes.
The ghoul followed instructions well, and today was no different. Buttons were pressed, and she started again at a new sound; a ringing. "W-what do I--" Muka gave her instructions and she quickly did as she was told, sitting almost ramrod straight with one hand tucked between her knees. She listened to the ringing, anxiety rising in her, wondering what would happen when the ringing stopped. Muka would likely be able to hear it very well, because the phone wasn't pressed properly to her ear; it was up too high.
Hello, Boilin' Guts Fire Pit~ droned a low voice.
Needle held the phone away from her ear, mouth open in surprise. "Muka your phone talking to me!" She gasped out in a shocked whisper.
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2012 10:31 am
Muka burst into giggles. "It's supposed to!" he hissed excitedly. He could hear the person on the other end.
"Hello.. uhh.. Hello.."
Muka squeezed her. "Say you'd like a delivery! Amityville ghost dorms.." They usually only brought the food as far as the front dorm door. Food deliveries usually were the only things that could get past the gates because enough angry students could bend the rules slightly and if anything could rally teens, it was food.
"Special #3.. and Special #6.." Muka giggled and urged her to repeat it.
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2012 12:28 pm
"I-it is?!" Needle had heard of skelephones before, but that was just what they looked like and that they were a communication device; why she didn't imagine you would talk through it was beyond even her. The voice on the other end kept trying to get her to talk, and just as it threatened to hang up---
"I would like a delivery!" That seemed to hold the person's attention, and she shifted uncomfortably, still unsure what to do. "A-amityville ghost dorms!" A side glance to Muka was given, the mask hiding how internally flaily she was; one of the benefits of wearing it was nobody saw the emotions in your eyes. Granted, she was speaking much louder than she normally would, which was likely a giveaway anyway. "Special #3 and...Special #6?" She paused then, moving the phone away from her ear.
"Is that a code word?" She asked Muka directly, until the person caught her attention again.
"What room?"
"My room?"
"Okay but which one is it?"
"OH um..ah..." Again she put the phone away from her ear, frowning first at the door that lead to her sister's room, and then at Muka. "Is it safe to tell a stranger my room number?"
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