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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 4:34 pm
He gave a grunt of encouragement, happily placing the tray on her lap as he sat beside her expectantly. After a few moments of hopeful staring, he signed, "You-have-been-stress. Wanted-to-help-make-feel-better. Master-likes-Breakfast-in-Bed."
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 4:55 pm
Whelp, bed it was! She looked down at all the food now on her lap, then up at Christof to catch the majority of what he was signing to her. There was something about what he was telling her that didn't sit well, perhaps it was the mention of a Master; there were many reasons for it, after all.
"You, um, already did make me feel better, though?" A lot better, really. Aside from the crazy stomach bat attack and the distress that came with waking up alone, it had been a very good night in her opinion! "I...I don't...usually eat but, um, this looks...really good!" Amrita said carefully, not wanting to upset him after he put all this work in to it for her. Determined to not let his efforts go to waste, she did pick up the jagged cutlery awkwardly, fumbling a little until her fingers could grasp them properly, and slowly cut in to the waffles with the mass of syrup.
"What about you...? You're stressed too, and I don't know how..." The piece she had been about to eat was carefully put back down towards the plate, though she did not let go of the utensils.
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2011 10:47 am
He didn't give her any hints at what he might need, save for an encouraging smile. Finally, his hands rose in a nervous sign, "Serving-is-what-I-do. Happy-to-serve-Miss-Amrita. Make-happy." They should probably get ready for classes soon, but... but for now they were... having fun, he felt, right?
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2011 11:22 am
She watched his hands, and then stared down at the plate. That...still didn't sit right with her. Instead of answering she finally ate the piece of waffle she had cut earlier, and mulled over her response. She might have been a little slow on the uptake in places, but she understood that friendship wasn't a one way thing...or at least it shouldn't be.
"But what...if I don't, um...don't want to be served...?" She asked slowly, lowering the utensils down to the place again. "I'm...your friend, right? I can do nice things for you too, r-right...?" She just didn't know what to do for him.
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2011 12:40 pm
He blinked at her, face reddening even worse than when they had kissed. "Doesn't," His hands were shaking, "Doesn't-work-that-way-for-Igors."
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2011 1:07 pm
"Why not?" The cutlery was abandoned while she reached out to pace her hand on his shaking ones in a vague effort to calm him down. "You're...You're an Igor, but you're a scareling too, you know." She said almost sadly.
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2011 2:40 pm
The gesture and the comment made Christof shy back, fidgeting with his night shirt. It was dangerous territory here. He wasn't built for- how could he explain- but it wasn't something... His lips twisted and his hands rose, "Should-get-ready-for-classes."
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2011 3:02 pm
One day she'd realize just how many times he weasled out of questions or conversations. One day, but appaently not today.
"O-oh, um, yes, you're right." Amrita sighed, glancing out the window before moving the tray off of her lap, just enough to get to her feet unhindered. "Um. Thank you, for letting me stay and, uh..." She scratched the back of her neck for a moment, looking away as if that finished her sentence. After a moment she looked back down at the food, which was rather untouched. "The breakfast, too. It...it was good! I just...don't eat, uh, much."
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2011 3:05 pm
He smiled weakly, rubbing the back of his own neck in an equally awkward gesture, "I-do-not-eat-either." The corners of his mouth twitched in what was almost a silent nervous laugh.
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2011 3:12 pm
Haaah...he didn't eat. Of course he didn't eat. How could he? It wasn't like before when Calder cut them open!
"I...could bring it back with me? I'm sure D---" Amrita paused, her expression scrunching as though she remembered something important. Right, DC never took anything from her lately. Ever. She wasn't even sure how he was feeding himself, since he never touched his bowl. Shaking her head, she threw the thought aside and gestured towards Scruff. "O-or, err, h-he could have it? As a, um, growing gift...?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2011 3:14 pm
The hunchback awkwardly shrugged. Syrup soaked waffles were probably better than the formaldehyde soaked limbs the scareon had been pilfering. He was convinced nothing could kill the undead creature.
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2011 3:35 pm
Her gaze went back to the tray that sat on the bed where she used to be.
"Um...M-may I have the flower, though...?" She really did like flowers, even wilted ones. Her fingers were threading through her hair, fidgeting lightly; part of her didn't want to leave, but he was right, they had to get ready for school. First? The flower.
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2011 3:39 pm
He nodded enthusiastically before scrambling to pluck it up from it's Styrofoam vase, offering it out to her with a fresh blush.
It... it was just the act of helping her out. The act of being useful to the girl, that's all it was.
His stomach twisted like this around Mistress... it had to be something along those lines.
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2011 3:45 pm
The ghoul smiled, reaching out to take the flower from him, twisting the stem lightly between her fingers.
"Thank you!" Smiling, she leaned in to mime smelling the pretty wilted thing, though it was useless. Still, pretty flower! "I...I'll um, see you in class?" The flower was tucked in to her arm sling and she turned, carefully heading to the door and stepping over any fat little scareon that might be in her way. "Bye~" She glanced at him over her shoulder before slipping out the door, leaving his room to head to her own.
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