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 Posted: Sat Sep 14, 2013 12:02 pm
"I hadn't dreamed that you would." The feline gestured her hands dramatically, as if he was going through open heart surgery. Oh, the horror! Oh, the tragedy!
His Nuk reference was not acknowledged because frankly, Riyo had only met Nuk one time and once had been enough.
"I don't cheat, thank you very much. If it's such a big deal to you I'll change clothes in the bathroom after we buy them." Sure, it was... Going to be strange to say the least, but it would be nice to have some fresh clothes for a change.
Oh, but the look on the boil's face. A quick 'click-click' of that lost hope would keep the cat ghoul remembering for years into the future. Seemed like most of what she used her eyephone for anymore was catching blackmail shots.
Moments passed before she heard word of Deacon again. Oh, good. He was alive.
"Now Deacon, why would I do such a thing?" There was a smile in the sound of her voice. Whether it was a good or bad one was... Hard to say.
Her phone was poised and in position, finger steadily holding over the screen. C'mon, mamma needs a new wallpaper.
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Posted: Sat Sep 14, 2013 4:41 pm
Well, at least this stupid challenge would pay off almost immediately. The boil was silent for just a few minutes following her responses, actually working on putting the damned skirt on. What had he allowed himself to become? If the past him could see this now...
"You might not cheat, but I think you're a bad liar."
And then he unlocked and flung open the door, standing in mock-glory with the biggest forced smile on his lips that he'd ever mustered. One hand fisted at his hip, the other flipping the bird in the direction of the ghoul that he just knew was going to go against her word.
Oh, and he was only wearing the skirt. He'd taken his shirt off too.
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Posted: Sat Sep 14, 2013 5:14 pm
The reaction of her finger on the eyephone screen had been instantaneous. When the door flung open, the picture was snapped...
And then she processed the contents of said image.
Riyo's eyephone dropped to the floor, her hands shaking in the position it used to grasp the device.
Abs.
Her jaw dropped.
... Abs.
All the blood rushed to her head before a small trickle of blood leaked from her nostril.
Glorious abs.
And then it flowed like a waterfall.
Oh jack why was this happening what had she done to deserve this his body was like some chunk of sculpted stone aaaaaaaaaaaaaah
"I'M JUST GONNA..." The feline stood up shakily. "P-PICK UP A COUPLE MORE THINGS WHILE YOU CHANGE BACK... SO WE CAN GO." Gotta get away gotta get awayyyy!
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Posted: Sat Sep 14, 2013 5:39 pm
Deacon just couldn't keep from bursting out laughing.
Then he closed the door to change back into his own clothes.
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Posted: Sat Sep 14, 2013 7:34 pm
Riyo quickly picked out a couple other odds and ends as she tried to bleach the image from her eyes... Temporarily forgetting that she had a small replica now on her phone.
She had to regain her composure. She had to be cool as a cucumber when he reared his ugly head so that she could act like nothing happened.
Jack, it wasn't fair! Why couldn't she handle something so trivial? Compared to facing monstrous humans with weaponized versions of themselves, or traveling to alternate universes, or even just taking a class at Amityville, seeing an undressed man shouldn't be so bad.
After snagging a couple pairs of jeans and some generic black and red tops, the feline stood by the register with her eyes on the dressing room, mind focusing on other things... Like cute kittens, and salmon dinners.
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Posted: Sat Sep 14, 2013 8:23 pm
Deacon left the skirt in the dressing room because he wasn't going to touch it again. Nope. Plus, the mental image of some other dude going in there and trying to figure out why a skirt had been left behind amused him just a little.
When he arrived alongside Riyo again, he just casually gestured to the clothes in her arms and acted like nothing embarrassing had just transpired.
"See? You totally proved me right. Red is your color."
Considering where she was waiting for him, he figured that she was ready to go. "I guess that's all you wanted, here?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 14, 2013 8:34 pm
"Shut up..." Riyo mumbled and tossed her stuff up on the counter, bottom lip sticking out as she pouted. Her eyes were avoiding him because in all honesty she probably couldn't look his way without blushing at the moment. Indeed Deacon, red was most definitely her color.
"This should be enough period. We can officially wrap this endeavor up and you can go back to not buying me things."
The clerk seemed to be watching them with mild interest as she scanned tags, which only made Riyo feel awful to have even mentioned it.
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Posted: Sat Sep 14, 2013 8:53 pm
Deacon sighed in mock frustration as he reached into a pocket for his wallet, lingering at her side to offer his card at the appropriate time. "I guess I should be thankful that you don't want a lot of clothes, but you're only going to look around a single store?"
He smirked. "Hey, at least I stuck to the rules and didn't try to pick out skimpy stuff for you." Although she'd looked at the skimpy stuff herself, in a way.
Deacon, if he noticed the cashier's amusement, didn't acknowledge it.
"Here I was hoping you'd let me get you something to eat before we walked back... Sounds like that's a no?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 14, 2013 9:07 pm
"You're right... You should be thankful." Riyo glanced at the card as he took it out. "But I don't really need anything else. I got one nice outfit and some things to wear around. It's not like I'm trying to impress anyone." The only person she had been pleasing with her gaudy outfits before was herself, and that's who she planned on pleasing this time around as well.
But yes. He had 'stuck to the rules' as he said... Though the fact that he had in essence exposed himself sort of took away from that. Not that she was going to say anything about it.
"I don't need food." She grabbed the bags as they were handed to her with a huff. Really, how could she accept after all this?
Her stomach, however, objected. Loudly.
... Could this get more embarrassing? "C-can we go now?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 18, 2013 7:43 pm
Deacon gave a small, defeated sigh. "It's whatever you want, Darlin'... Can't make you wear things you don't want." He knew well enough to not even dream of dragging her around to other stores. Ghouls usually dragged boils around to shop, and Deacon was pretty convinced that the longer they were in the maul the more likely it was that Riyo might see something else to bribe him into humiliating himself into.
After the card was swiped and transaction complete, Deacon pocketed the receipt and casually ushered her back toward the main maul. The protest of her stomach didn't go unnoticed, and Deacon snorted softly in amusement once they were away from the earshot of the cashier.
"Your mouth says no, but your stomach says yes." He could have made that sound worlds worse, but refrained. "I'd let you pick the place. Wherever you want."
And he sounded more genuine in his words than he had all day.
"Please? I want to take you out for a nice dinner."
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Posted: Wed Sep 18, 2013 8:00 pm
As soon as the word darlin' left his mouth, Riyo pinched the skin of Deacon's arm. "No. No pet names." Bad boil. Bad.
Once the clothes were paid for, The feline gathered up the bags and toted them on each side as they left the store. Deacon's thinking was right. The longer they stayed, the better chance there was of her finding something much worse to throw him in.
"Don't laugh at me..." The ghoul moved the bags to her wrists as she covered her stomach with a grimace. Why was he so eager to piss money away? Did the boil really think it would magically make things better?
His 'please' did cause her ears to perk, though. Nobody had ever sounded so desperate to take her somewhere, let alone somewhere nice. She glanced up at him with a raised brow. "You know, you don't have to take me somewhere 'nice'. There's plenty of little places to eat at around campus." She sighed. "But... It's your money." Sort of. "I'd prefer you pick."
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Posted: Wed Sep 18, 2013 8:41 pm
Getting pinched had him giving a small whine of protest as he pulled his arm away, rubbing at the sting where her fingers had been. It didn't stop him from looking like he still found the situation funny, though, as he followed alongside her.
"I can carry that stuff, if you want me to." Wasn't that one of the uses of a boil at the maul? He offered a hand toward her, anticipating her to hand over at least one of the bags if not everything.
Deacon looked hopeful when she seemed to lean toward accepting a meal, although he tried to keep from looking too giddy over the chance. "I don't care what sort of food it is, so long as it tastes good." Deacon replied dismissively toward the suggestion of 'nice' equaling expensive. "Big and fancy doesn't appeal to me for food, anyway. I feel like I have to be a surgeon to figure out which ******** fork I'm supposed to be using. Even in places a couple steps down from that fancy, the atmosphere is dull and aimed at people a hundred years our elders. The music is usually about the only thing I can stand."
"Oh, wait a second..." Deacon looked at Riyo like he'd just realized something important. "You mean I can take you somewhere near campus... As in, you're willing to let yourself be seen with me? Damn, talk about a shock I wasn't prepared for."
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Posted: Thu Sep 19, 2013 4:14 am
Riyo clung to her bags at the mention of Deacon carrying them. "I don't need you to." Claimed Miss Independent. She gently pushed away his hand without giving it a second thought.
"The only thing good about a fancy restaurant is the wine." Riyo added, looking into the distance. How long has it been since she had a drink? The answer was too long, but it was probably for the best. Oh well. Some day, when she had another job and money of her own, she would sit in her room and make a point to get smashed.
When Deacon seemed to realize something, the demoness stopped momentarily to look at him. "W-what?" She looked... Puzzled at his proclamation. "You think... I'm ashamed of you?" Her brows furrowed. "Deacon... I might be angry at you, but I've never felt ashamed to be seen with you. Why do you think we're here right now?" Riyo gestured around to the maul. "If I didn't think you were worth it in some capacity, I wouldn't look for reasons to forgive you all the time, just so we can go out and do stupid things like this." Had she said too much? Maybe, but it didn't feel right letting him think that she cared if other people saw them associating with each other. He wasn't Lou, or some unsavory character. He was Deacon, and she had known him since before she came to Amityville. She had watched him do some of the stupidest s**t, then mature, then lose it all, then slowly get it back. To be ashamed of him would be like a great 'Ha!' to her own life. They'd both changed. For the better, she hoped.
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Posted: Wed Sep 25, 2013 7:46 pm
Deacon simply retracted the offered hand, having assumed really that she wasn't going to accept the assistance. Surely it was hard enough for her to accept him buying the things for her, let alone letting him carry her bags around. He simply hummed an acknowledgement to the response and the soon following comment on wine.
While he'd been expecting the firm decline of him helping with the bags, the demon hadn't expected Riyo to be so genuinely honest about how she viewed him. He cast a sideways glance as her as they walked, the look in his eyes showing a glimpse of that surprise, before he smiled softly.
"Well... I guess I'm still learning from you. Ashamed might be a strong word, though. I was thinking more specific, really. As in, I didn't know if you would be appalled by any resulting whispers or rumors that the two of us could be together or something."
And... He just didn't stop himself where he should have.
"Or do you think I'm your type of boil?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 25, 2013 8:13 pm
Riyo shrugged at the suggestion of rumors. "People talk regardless of what you do. I can just beat the s**t out of them if it gets out of hand. " Not that she was really high up on anyone's list to qualify for gossip. Maybe Hel's but... That was just friendly banter anyways. Either way, such a thing would be more of a dent to Deacon's reputation, right? Well, what little reputation he had left, she supposed.
It took the ghoul a few moments of leisurely walking for his next question to fully 'click' in her mind. "M-m-my type?" The ghoul squeaked and shot him a shocked stare. Riyo almost wanted to play dumb, act like she didn't understand, but her expression made it very clear that she did. "I... I don't have a type!" She folded her arms awkwardly, considering her bags were draped on them. "I don't date..." The cat demon's brow furrowed, temporarily recalling the period in which she'd contemplated it, and was quickly shot down by a certain nightmare demon.
"B-besides!" Her face turned away from him as she felt her cheeks warm. "I don't think you could handle me." She didn't think anyone could handle her, really. All the baggage and strings attached that came with the package. It didn't seem fair to put someone through that mess.
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