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 Posted: Sun May 06, 2012 7:02 am
He didn't want to share the blanket? Boo. She made a small pout, watched the closing scenes of the movie with small interest, and sighed happily. Not the best movie, but it did lead to quite the night.
Lying still on Mort's chest for a while, Gene absentmindedly ran her fingers through her hair, using her toes to stroke Lanna. Could life just be this forever, she wondered. No more Hunters, no more Horsemen, just romantic bliss. A cold boil's chest, a warm pet, a blanket, and pizza. To Gene, that seemed like the perfect life. Then again, nothing could be perfect, could it?
Another sigh, and she stopped playing with her hair. She picked Lanna up, held her in a perma hug, and closed her eyes.
In a few moments, Mort would hear the the Doppelganger's soft breathing, telling him that she had fallen asleep.
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2012 11:40 am
Lanna cooed softly when she was given a proper hug rather than being pet by toes; much better. She was used to the princess treatment, not the footstool one, thank you very much!
Mort, however, was a little shocked to hear the sound of her sleeping. More importantly, it meant he was stuck in place; and he was not at all tired. Even if he had to obey the same laws living creatures did, he would have been a live wire of energy because she was right there and this was pretty much a date aghhhhhhhh. What should he do? The credits were rolling but Gene looked sound asleep. Should he wake her? Let her keep dreaming? Take a third option?
He made a compromise: let her sleep for a little bit more before getting her up. The trials had taught Mort was loneliness was like, and he could only be certain they had forcibly taught her too. It would feel wrong to shoo her off . . . So Mort allowed himself to close his eyes as well, his arm still around the ghoul, and drifted for a few moments; sleep was beyond him right now, but his mind could still wander.
He wondered . . . If this was a date, was Gene waiting for him to ask her out afterwards? Or was this just testing the waters with a friend? He thought that was what going on dates meant and nothing more, but the couples at Amity were so entwined with each other that he was beginning to have doubts. Did he like the idea of going out with Gene? Mort wasn't sure; this was only their first outing after all. But if he asked for another, she might get the wrong idea . . . And if it all went to hell anyway, was it possible to still stay friends without any of the awkwardness?
He could just say right now that he wanted to avoid all that and just stay friends for now, but that would mean her efforts had all been for nothing. And Mort knew what a letdown that was from personal experience . . .
Slowly his eyes slid open, and his free hand tapped a key on the laptop to see what time it was. Looked like he had dozed for about half an hour. Good enough right? "Mrrrr . . . Wake up," he said gently, shaking the ghoul a little. "Movie's over."
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2012 4:02 pm
She dreamed of nice things; happy days of sunshine and picnics, lazy rainy days spent over coffee, and joyous days of wedding bells, pumpkins, and post graduation life. Yes, her dreams were very much intimate, obsessive, and a little clingy - just how the ghoul liked her romances. She wasn't sure if this would turn out to be a romance, but it sure as heck felt good.
Something nudged her, and spoke. She sighed, yawned, and looked up into Mort's eyes. Those beautiful, sensitive eyes. Blushing, she pulled herself off his chest and stretched, Lanna in her lap. Quite the good cuddle session it had been, and a pretty good date as well.
"Well, I'd better be off then. Thanks for tonight Mort; it was great." Let's do it again sometime - she would have said if she weren't avoiding being a predator. Besides, it was his turn to take initiative. Boils were supposed to do the work anyhow.
She set Lanna down - after kissing her little nose lkjlkajlks cutest mini ever - and took her scarf from Mort's neck, planting another kiss on his forehead. Oh yeah, she was feeling it. "Do you mind walking me out of the dorm? I can make it to the Ghost dorms once I'm outside." And I want to spend a little more time with you. Please say yes.
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2012 4:58 pm
Kisses were strange things. He'd received them on the cheek, the mouth, and the forehead, and each still had a different individual meaning in comparison to the others. When Taryn and Bells had kissed his cheeks, it had been friendly, grateful even - the latter had accompanied blushing, so perhaps there was something else (Oh Jack, compartmentalize, boil). And when Natalia had in her usual upfront manner kissed him on the lips, it had been as a greeting and nothing more - she was a very physical type after all and seemed to revel in giving affection. So what was a kiss on the forehead from someone he was sure crushed on him supposed to mean?? That she was being chaste in her expression? It seemed so at odds with her predatory behavior from before . . . Or was this an apology for it?
Flkdfjlsdkfjs Aaah, why didn't he just take it as it was? Why overanalyze the simplistic? You weren't supposed to look gift kelpies in the mouth. Or technically the eyes either. They liked drowning people after all.
"S-S-Sure," Mort stammered, looking all the more bruised in the face. "I-I mean, don't m-mind, no." With Lanna pleased at the overall experience and wagging her tail at them, the zomboil peeled himself off the couch after her - and in a split second decision linked Gene's arm with his. It was how they started the night; it seemed like the right way to end it.
Maybe he'd get another kiss for it too.
"Sh-Should, er, hang out more," he added as the door closed behind them. "After field trip t-to Horsemen Isles. Will have stories f-for telling m'sure."
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2012 5:38 pm
It was an apology, and a thank you. Combo kiss!
She inwardly gasped as the boil grabbed her arm, and outwardly blushed again. All her heck yeahs, and all her booyahs. This was a night to remember, certainly. Feels, cuddles, pizza, and reciprocation of affection. What more could a ghoul dream of? Sure, things had been a bit awkward to start out with, and she'd inflicted pain, but... love fell along the weirdest courses.
Wait, when had this become love? This was their first not-date, and it was only a meeting of what she hoped were mutual feelings of like and affection. Love was... a bit far off. She hoped for it, yes, but certainly not this soon. Life wasn't supposed to be a rom-com.
"Yes, we certainly do! I'm sure you'll have plenty of wonderful stories and such. Maybe the clans aren't as bad as their heads make them out to be, hm?" She gave a little giggle as they ended up outside the Undead dorms. "I'll take my leave here. Good night, Morty." Nickname: Given. She pecked his nose and ran off, cheeks like cherries.
She puked for the first time that night, vomiting away all the nerves, awkwardness, and discomfort. All she had left was joy.
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2012 8:21 pm
Mort's body seemed to hum with happiness as they walked. In spite of the more than awkward and twisty way this had started out, it'd ended nice and neat. "Will, er, try t-to bring souvenirs," he added as they approached the doors leading out of the dorms.
Maybe he did have a chance in the future of not sucking!
This was fueled by the nickname and the placement of the second kiss on his nose, which was totally closer to his mouth than his forehead was. Progress! "A-A-Ah, night, Gene!" the zomboil called at her back before turning and heading back.
He might have struck a pose when the doors closed behind him.
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