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 Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 10:30 pm
"Err," Barth said, "getting a date?" He still almost couldn't believe it himself, but that was exactly what Christof was doing here. Morrigan. He wondered if Morrigan was a member of the 13, too. They hadn't had an official meeting yet. It was so far proving to be his favorite club, but he had a wary suspicion things might be getting more active in the very near future.
"Why is your basket dripping?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 10:31 pm
"He... HE'TH doing your laundry, Mathter?" Christof hissed, voice dripping with venom as he backed into the room more in horror.
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 10:44 pm
Calder groaned, not wanting Christof to know he was doing Barth's laundry. It said too much, and he couldn't even make up some lame excuse as to why. Well, he could try. "....well, ..........I was going to do mine.......and.....I sure do love to do laundry?" He was failing, but his mind then caught on to something else, and his ears twitched with interest. "A date?" His eyes went from Barth and then to Christof. "Ohhh...I always thought you two were cute together." He had to smile at that. That would explain all the blushing when Christof came to yell at him. What a cute turn of events. Very adorable. He totally approved.
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 10:49 pm
"What? No, err, that's- and err, right, he, I mean, no, ah-" Barth floundered, having difficulty prioritizing between clearing up Calder's misconception and Christof's clearly bad reaction to the reallocation of laundry duty.
It was supposed to be a good thing, wasn't it? Christof didn't like to do laundry! He'd said so. ...Also, their relationship was entirely on a professional basis.
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 10:55 pm
Christof's nostrils flared as he threw up his hands, storming back towards the window. He had nothing to say about being *replaced* by a *nincompoop*. Judging yb his posture and stiff movements he was clearly upset.
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 11:04 pm
No one was giving him an answer, and upon seeing him, Christof was storming off to the window. What now? Did he....think their relationship was a secret?
First things first, the kelpie sat the heavy and wet basket on the ground, shutting the door. If there was going to be yelling, he didn't want anyone else to hear it. Jack forbid if some other people knew he had a contract with a demon. It was really damage his reputation!
Turning, he watched at Barth just sort of make noises and waved his arms, and as Christof went to the window. "Wait! It wasn't like I was going to tell anyone about you two being together. I can keep a secret!"
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 11:21 pm
"We aren't- Christof, wait a second, it isn't- err."
His laundry had also turned against him and started to puddle dangerously close to some equipment. He couldn't clarify, because didn't feel comfortable divulging the terms of Calder's contract (or that there was one at all). That was Calder's business. Not Christof. But Christof was still seriously offended. Why did igors have to be so complicated? Why was this a problem at all?
Jack dammit.
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 11:24 pm
Christof's face was wrought with pain as he turned to face Barth again, eyes positively livid, "Yeth, Marthter?" It almost sounded sarcastic. Almost. His head was swimming- was he REALLY such a bad Igor that the Sloth Demon was replacing him... with that rowdy, annoying HORSE?
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 11:27 pm
This was a little strange, but he was still confused. He just wanted to show off the amazing job he did at laundry and go to his dorm, and possibly have Christof think nothing of it. Too bad the Igor didn't. He seemed really unhappy. Did that mean that Calder interrupted some priavte time between the two? Must be.
"Sorry, Christof. I'll leave if you two want to make out." He was already moving to the door. He just wanted things to settle. As much as he yelled and complained, even he liked peace at times.
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 11:37 pm
"I can't....tell you," Barth said in the end, pathetically. "And he is not dating me. He is dating- well, someone else. And I do not understand what you are so upset about, you yelled at me explicitly for several minutes about how much you hated doing laundry, and that is no longer the case, and...and...I demand you thank me instead of this ridiculous sulking."
Barth slumped face-first into the couch, completely exhausted.
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 11:41 pm
That wasn't the POINT, Christof almost said, but his shoulder was burning and he gave a jerking bow, still glowering at Calder with one hand on the windowsill, "Thank you, Mathter." Was all he said. Well, if Calder thought Igoring was so easy, he would show him just how easy it was. Tomorrow. That said, he grunted an almost farewell before practically hurling himself through the window and slammed it shut behind himself.
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 11:50 pm
Calder looked at the now shut window, and then at the demon laying face first on the couch. It was awfully quiet now, and yet no one was saying anything. He opened the basket, reaching in to grab the clothes he washed. "What the heck is his problem?" He asked, taking the folded clothes and moving to find where the boy's dresser was. As he did, water dripped from the clothes onto the floor.
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 11:58 pm
"Mrngghrg," Barth replied vaguely, and then he was asleep.
His laptop was still open next to the couch, logged on to both his and Christof's groanspring. His room boasted a large skellyvision set, a variety of gaming systems, a fountain filled with goo, half-finished devices, remotes and half-finished technological devices of various kinds, and a Snailarium with a rainbow of streaked slime across the glass.
The dresser was large, black, impressive, and filled with neatly folded and completely dry clothes. The room was, for the most part, at Calder's disposal.
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 12:10 am
Calder went to the dresser, using his hoof to open it and looked in. Dry clothes? He guessed they hadn't been watered. Oh well. Those clothes in there weren't his problem. Proud of his achievement, he put the folded, wet clothes in the dresser before closing it. All done.
Now....
Calder looked around, and then at Barth, who was dead to the world. Well, seeing as he was here.....
Calder liked poking around, and he did so. He looked at random gadgets and set them back when they either didn't make sense to him or when he suspected he might have broken it (most he didn't as he just didn't understand them, but a few, he might have), and went poking about here and there. He looked in the glass tank to see that there was on fish, frowned there wasn't any snacks, and then found some blue prints that were rather strange. "Ugly pictures." He commented, having been talking to himself for the most part of the past hour, and then took the laptop to check it out.
And he noticed he was on Christof's account. He was logged on as Christof.
Calder smiled. Tonight would be a fun night.
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