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 Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 8:08 am
Adjustments. Just the word Barth wanted to hear. The transition had not been completely painless, but they'd smoothed over it just the same. Barth had been less relying on his own powers of convincing (he could only provide a few reasonable justifications) and more on the fact that some part of Christof belonged in that coat.
The trip had not been planned, but fit together with the idea of temptation nicely. Give someone enough unsupervised time in a garden with one off-limits tree, and the same thing happens every time.
"Good," Barth said aloud.
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 8:12 am
Is-that-everything-then? the Igor signed, still looking miserable and a bit lost even as he started to shrug out of the oversized labcoat.
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 8:15 am
"I believe so," Barth said.
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 8:16 am
When-do-you-go? He hoped this wasn't it. It was all so sudden.
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 9:05 am
"Tomorrow, I think. I might see you when I stop by the club booth." If Barth didn't have to go sooner. The notice had been sudden, but at least he had some time to prepare. All it would take was one incantation and he would be swept off school grounds in a puff of smoke.
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 9:07 am
Still looking troubled, the hunchback fidgeted as though debating something long and hard, before suddenly lurching forward to throw his arms around the slender demon, hugging tightly.
Barth annoyed him on all sorts of levels, but ultimately... he was a *good Master*.
He wasn't quite sure what he would do without him for an undisclosed amount of time. But he would definitely miss him. Even if he had foolish thoughts about Igors wearing Labcoats.
It was a bit like putting a sweater on your Puggle.
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Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2011 11:43 pm
Barth returned the hug. "I'll be back soon enough," Barth said. He didn't know if he was lying. ...He wasn't sure if his kind was even afforded hope. Despair was more familiar ground. For a moment, he felt unsteady, but he remembered the long-term, laid out neatly if he could survive long enough to see it. In the mean time, whatever game his father had in store for him, he could not lose.
The lab coat was not a last, sentimental parting gift before he went off to some horrible fate. Barth was not that unselfish, or that sentimental. It was a brick stored up for future castles. Anyway, he was probably being melodramatic. His father could just want him to...deliver a letter. Or look after one of his younger siblings. Or visit the elderly. It didn't necessarily have to involve Ardenter's habit of eating people.
He leaned away from Christof, trying to look more confident than he felt, and patted Christof's shoulder. "You'll be alright."
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