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The Igor gave a strangled groan as the thread was plucked from his hands, reaching out to try to frantically snatch it back, "Moh! Mah Awoweb! Moooh Puh.... Pweef..." He seemed to be at least TRYING to speak, but unsure of how to make the words, and the lack of a key muscle made it even trickier. Tears still streaming down his cheeks, he lunged for the thread.

((Amrita's alibi for being quiet while Enoh sleeps: SHE IS AMRITA. XD ))

Christof blinked, positively trembling at sight at the tongue as he seemed to shrivel back from it. He glanced to the clearly startled ghoul and back again, his mind racing for an answer. His.... mouth DID work, it was true but... but... how could he possibly explain? He wasn't even ALLOWED to explain and that was part of the explanation! "Mmmm... mob... my... my p..." He tried to wrap his empty mouth around the word, but without said tongue, it seemed impossible to pronounce it. "Mob.... fuppoff bo.... mob... mob awow bo...." He had thrown that tongue out without a second thought before- it wasn't HIS tongue. Already the flailing nub in his mouth had begun to itch but... but the question had already been drilled into his mind.

He was a servant. He was supposed to do what he was told, right? But... but his Creator had said.... he couldn't even remember. It had been so long, everything was hazy... he KNEW he could speak at one point, when he was very young but that was so long ago. Brows furrowed in trepidation, he looked up desperately at the kelpie, as though Calder held his answers.

Looking once more to Amrita who seemed to be baffled by the situation but supportive all the same, Christof.... thought about it.

His Creator had done it to him, yes. It was how he had been built. He was supposed to be quiet. Seen but not Heard. a perfect servant. But... but other Igors could talk, at least the ones he had met while training... his mind was swimming. A.... a test run.... it wasn't.... permanent, nothing was permanent... he... he could always just... put it back again before his Creator ever found out- where ever he was.

Still looking anxious and terrified, he slowly reached out for the tongue as though it was a terrible, disgusting thing. It wasn't his tongue. but... he supposed... once it was in his mouth maybe... maybe it COULD be his tongue... and... and a good Igor was always up for a challenge, right? Right. Right. Nothing.... nothing to be terrified of. It was just... just a tongue. And a mouth. And a working voice. Swallowing he gave an anxious nod, huddling back with the offered needle and thread to.... set to work. Unlike fixing his arms or other seams though, he gave a wince with each stitch, eyes clamped shut until it was complete, and biting the thread off once he was done knotting, he gave the stiff, strange new appendage an experimental twitch. It was moving at least... just... not very well. The end of his old stub was burning behind the stitches, but he ignored it for now.

"Nnnnnnn...." He tried. "Nnnnot.... not.... not.... thupposed to thpeak....." He managed, his voice quiet, anxious, and a touch accented beyond the slur of the lazy appendage. "Guh.... going... going to ged in trouble..."

Amrita gasped a bit when Calder took the needle and thread from her, but otherwise didn't go after it; he was a lot bigger than she was, after all! She settled for watching the boils but at some point or another she must have blanked out - something she wasn't surprised with at all, it happened from time to time - and when she came back to attention with a shake of her head, something odd was happening.

There was a voice she didn't recognize, and after looking around the room to try and find the culprit her gaze eventually fell on Christof. Wow, did the new tongue change his voice? It must have, she didn't recall him ever sounding like that before! She gave him the best reassuring smile she could (but thanks to her skull half of her face, she was half grinning), and once more pat his monsterous arm.

"So...don't talk to the people you're not supposed to?" She suggested helpfully, though she was still confused as to why talking was bad...didn't he do it all the time already? It was a mystery, but one she could always ask him later. "I mean, you were doing a good job pretending to not talk before!"

This was so exciting!! Christof went from being an angry guy who wanted to knock his block off to talking and actually listening to him! It was a miracle!!! Okay, it was a miracle only that anyone would listen to him, but he would take what he could get. Not being arrested or being pummeled to death was nice, and now he was far too distaracted with sharing the wonders of a new mouth to someone who had never had one before. Well....never USED one before.

After laughing at the flopping tongue a moment, he calmed down. "If it pokes out, just push it back in if you can't curl it back in. Like this." He poked his tongue out, and then took his finger and pushed his tongue back into his mouth. "See. Don't worry. I bet it will do wonders when you get used to it." He thought of what amazing things a tongue could do. "Whistling! You could learn to whistle."

With a tongue meant a voice, and that brought up two brilliant plans at once. The first just as amazing at the other. "First off..." He said as he rose up and lifted a finger. "....we are going to get cupcakes. You won't ever doubt that a mouth is amazing after having one of those!" He reached down, offering his hands to both of them. "...and you can get used to talking. You have years of gabbing to catch up on." And Calder had a few things to talk to him about.

Christof took the hand, feeling muddled as the fog rolled in his brain again. Maybe this was all a dream anyway? "What are... c-cup... caketh?" He managed, still blinking in disbelief of the situation. He knew the words, but his mouth was sluggish and not entirely responsive to his attempts at forming them. He probably sounded like an idiot, but he was *trying*.

At Amrita's suggestions, his face paled, "D-detheive M-marther? But... but he'd KNOW! He'd know and I'd be thpare partth in an inthant! Thith... thith is a bad idea, a terrible, terrible idea-" Already he was eyeing the thread again, his breathing quickening as the panic attack threatened to return.

Amrita looked between Christof and Calder, and then back again. She didn't know what to do; Calder was pushy (She knew this first hand, of course) but Christof was pretty upset by this. She wanted to side with the hunchback, but...she didn't have the gall to stand up to Calder anymore.

"W-well...I guess you should think about it then?" she suggested lamely to Christof, and then turned to Calder. "I'll...just get back to my dorm then. You don't have to bring me cupcakes, it's...it's okay!" Since she was on her feet, she looked past the boils to Death Charm, who had since calmed down and was laying on the scorch mark he'd already made outside of the door, staring with perked ears as Christof, occasionally tilting his head out of pure curiousity over the voice.

"Uhmm...I'll...talk to you both later, kay? Have fun." She shuffled her way to the door, shooing Death Charm away so she could make her exit. She hurried back to her room to make a physical note to harass talk to Christof later.