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 Posted: Mon Jan 20, 2014 3:28 pm
Amrita squared her shoulders, beaming with pride. "Thank you!" It was quite a compliment, even from a skeezy boil like him! His follow up comment was at first met with a very cold glare, one which soon smoothed out into a little smile that did not by any means reach her eye.
"My friend there is a free man, and the next time you insinuate otherwise, it'll be your last words with that tongue." She may have been smiling sweetly, but she clearly meant every word of her threat.
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Posted: Mon Jan 20, 2014 3:38 pm
Enzo snorted, bruised eyes glancing to the increasingly enraged hunchback looming behind her, "Free? And chooses to look like that? Puh-leeze."
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Enoh Love rolled 2 12-sided dice:
4, 7
Total: 11 (2-24)
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Posted: Mon Jan 20, 2014 3:45 pm
Amrita's smile disappeared entirely.
"Oh, Honey." She said softly, her voice low with pity. "The only one here who needs to change is you." And, as if to start his change, she punched him. Not as hard as she could and certainly not as hard as she wanted to, but she still did it.
"Now, I want you to apologize, and I want you to never spy on the ghoul's rooms again. Can you do that?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 20, 2014 4:10 pm
Enzo nearly felt his head fly off of his body as the blow landed, and for a moment his vision was consumed by white light. He felt his body say something, and felt assured in it's appropriate sassy tone although he had no idea if those were really words and if they were actually arranged in an intelligible sentence.
Christof's nostrils were flaring, and it was everything he could do not to rip the younger student limb from limb. At least Amrita seemed to have things under control. He watched the blow with the same satisfaction as if he had landed it himself. The boy hadn't dissipated, at least.
He was flattered by her defense, of course, but her claim that he was a Free Igor? It made his face flush as much as Enzo's racial slur had.
Enzo HP: -4
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Posted: Mon Jan 20, 2014 5:05 pm
The reply she had gotten was incoherent and sloppy, and the Vetala slouched, deflating a bit. "Whoops. I guess I hit him too hard." She got back to her feet and leaned over to brush the dirt off of her knees and heels, forgetting for a moment that she was in a towel. A longer towel, but a towel.
"Can you watch him for a sec?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 20, 2014 5:07 pm
Christof was still reeling, glancing from her to the mumbling boil and back again before he too remembered she was in nothing but a towel, a long towel, but a towel. He turned sharply to lock eyes on the target. He hoped his mass of stringy pale hair would hide his flush.
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Posted: Mon Jan 20, 2014 5:31 pm
She stupidly waited a moment for an answer, until she realized that his moving was the answer. Which made her feel even more stupid. Her gratitude was muttered and she hurried back to the shower room, stuffing the peephole with a towel and checking for others. When she was sure there were no more she stripped off her own towel, though as she reached for her dress she realized something horrible.
She had left her hand outside.
Damnit!
So she got dressed as best as she could single-handedly, which was enough but definitely not enough. A great deal of struggling had happened, but no amount of it could get her to zip up the back of her dress. With a resigned sigh she headed out, hair still heavy and damp, holding her dress up with her incomplete arm.
"Umm...Chris? This might be really strange to ask but uh...do you think you could...?" Her question trailed off and she turned, showing him her back and the zipper she couldn't properly reach any more.
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Posted: Mon Jan 20, 2014 6:09 pm
Christof had assessed that Enzo would be fine, if a bit concussed but certainly wasn't going anywhere, finally calming his bottled emotions and had picked up the hand to moodily assess the damage to the stitched areas. Nothing that couldn't be trimmed before restitching, he supposed. At the sound of her voice and her following request brought the flush back to his face.
He was never one to turn down a request, though, and nodded with a swallow, offering her the hand back.
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Posted: Mon Jan 20, 2014 6:27 pm
She took her hand back but still waited for him to zip up her dress, distracting herself by trying to put her hand back on without stitching it up.
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Posted: Mon Jan 20, 2014 7:05 pm
Christof swallowed his heart as he carefully took the tiny zipper and delicate fabric in his massive grip, They weren't dating any more. She wasn't his. He shouldn't get this worked up as he gently moved the zipper up. But that look of fury on her face, the way her fists had swung, the bloody pulp she had left that dumb Reaper in his heap off to the side...
He swallowed deeply and finished the task.
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Posted: Mon Jan 20, 2014 10:02 pm
"Thanks." Amrita murmured, feeling a little strange for having him zip up her dress. It wasn't the first time he'd done so, but considering where they were now...it was simply strange. When she turned back to face him, her hand was slightly reattached, but hovering a little distance from her wrist. It would do for now, but she'd definitely have to fix it later; she wasn't about to ask him for help a second time. She'd feel bad.
"I should...take him to the Nurse."
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Posted: Mon Jan 20, 2014 10:05 pm
"Need-help?" He offered, eyes glancing to the wrist- she needed stitching, PROPER repair, but he wasn't about to offer. It would just make things... weirder. More complicated.
"My... my damn TOOTH!!" It seemed the bleery, concussed underclassman at least had gotten enough presence of mind to register his injuries. "You... you crazy ********' brawd!"
Christof's hands balled into fists, sharp spikes spreading over his left arm through the fabric of his shirt.
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Posted: Tue Jan 21, 2014 6:05 pm
"Nah, it's okay, I got thi-" Amrita paused, cut off by the Reaper's whine. She rolled her eye and waved at Chris, quietly urging him to calm down again before kneeling at Enzo's side once more.
"Think of it as a reminder~" She started sweetly, this time fussing with his clothing, brushing away dirt and straightening out any unnatural creases around his shoulders in a surprisingly motherly gesture. Despite her fussing, her next grip had the front of his shirt, pulling him closer. "~ For the next time you try to invade a safe place just to get your sick jollies. No ghoul - no creature - should have to worry about spies in the shower room." Her last words were growled; this was something she believed in so thoroughly. Even her friends - the ones who had burst into her room or threatened to do the same - were met with hostility. That was her place, her space, and nobody was allowed to go into it without her permission. The same thought extended to the showers.
The only reason she hadn't obliterated him yet was simply because she was student council, though it was partially because she was being watched.
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Posted: Tue Jan 21, 2014 8:51 pm
Enzo winced, head still reeling and only just barely coherent. His tongue stuck in the empty space the tooth was once, and he debated his options. "It... it was just a bit of fun, Pidge!" He managed, although the swagger was out of his voice.
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Posted: Tue Jan 21, 2014 9:04 pm
"Yeah? How would you like it if you found out someone was spying on you in your private time? For fun?" Her voice trembled, her temper beginning to seriously boil.
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