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 Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2012 8:00 pm
Mac didn't care that he was a tease. In his mind, she started it. She was the one being a tease, and he was the one being teased. He felt like an Illithid being held a safe distance from a plate of pixie stix. Teased, but if it won there would be disasterous results. He had seen her lean in from the corner of his eye, and he froze. Her kiss so dangerously close to his mouth had him staying very still, not daring to move a muscle and certainly not letting his mind go blank; if he did, he would have kissed her. That wouldn't end well for his conscience. Good for his body and wants, not good for that little raging voice in his head.
"Err, uh, yeah. I'm going back." He said slowly once he was sure she wasn't near enough to kiss anymore. With her distracted cleaning up the various tubs of food, he took the opportunity to jump to his feet and put some space between them.
What better way to put space between them than to jump in the lake, a move he did quite on purpose. The cold water was incredibly sobering, giving him a chance to regain himself. All he seemed to need was a dunk, as once he resurfaced he climbed out of the water, shook himself off like a dog, and scooped up a bag from his boat.
"Yup, right. Okay, dorms. Lets go~" Still dripping wet and not bothering to wait for her, he turned and headed back to his room.
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2012 8:11 pm
Hel stuffed her containers into her bag, and blinked as she noticed that she felt very much alone on the docks—until the sound of water splashing was heard, and when she got pelted by some cool drops of water as well. Hel pushed herself to her feet and stared at the reaper for a long moment before she just simply laughed. She chuckled still as she toddled after him, quiet for the trip back, though with a smile on her face.
Usually one could tell what she was up to…but it was hard when she was continually smiling.
Once they had made it back to the dorms, Hel waited for Mac to open up the door to his room, rocking on the balls of her feet as she hummed a bit.
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2012 9:05 pm
Mac didn't seem to mind that he was being laughed at; it was better than being too warm for his skin! The trip back was in silence save for the squish of water in his shoes. When they got there he did indeed open his dorm, stepping in ahead of her without any further word; the door was open, if she insisted on following him in. As always his little mass of scareon pups made loud, excited fusses, yapping at him and then realizing OH HEY THERE'S SOMEONE ELSE HERE TOO---Poor Hel would find her feet scareon-piled on by perma puppies.
The Psychopomp kicked off his boots and took off his socks all while he was walking, heading to one end of the room to dig through a little basket near the bathroom. He picked something up - a very familiar hat - and took the few squishy steps back to Hel, holding it out to her.
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2012 9:44 pm
Well of course she followed him in!
Hel was never one to wait out in the hall way when the door was open. The reaper trailed into his room, looking around since it had been a while since her last visit, and started as she the loud excited yaps and yips of the pups. Oh! She almost forgot about those!
She also pushed the door closed behind her.
Obviously so that the pups wouldn’t escape out to the hall, even as they now piled around her feet. She grinned, kneeling down to the floor readily so that she could reach out to give them all pets and scratches while Mac went about his room, and she looked up as the sound of squishing heralded his arrival. She looked up, and upon seeing a familiar hat presented to her, her face lit up. One hand left the pups to take it, and she ran her thumb over the stitches, grinning from ear to ear.
“Thank you so much, Mac!” She cried enthusiastically.
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2012 11:43 pm
All the pups practically went OUO when she came down to their level; her hand was suddenly the thing everyone wanted. They nipped, chewed, licked, pounced, pretty much tried to drown her in a sea of squirming puppy happy. Thankfully, they were puppies, and as they had been disturbed from their naps in the first place they were easy to calm down. Soon, they were dropping like flies; a pile of sleepy, perma pup furbutts.
"You're welcome~" Mac said, the first few words in what seemed like ever. He was still pretty wet from head to toe, and he was still uncomfortable and tempted, but he could at least have the decency to say something to her after so long. The way she brushed her thumbs over the hat made him feel...oddly fond. It was nice to know that a treasured accessory was going to a good home; he wasn't going to ask what she would do with it, and likely wouldn't ever ask. After all, she didn't seem the type to try voodoo. Dark eyed slid towards the door, when he noticed something a little off about it.
"...Hey, Hel?" He asked slowly. "Why's the door closed?" Yes, yes he was uncomfortable being in a closed room with her.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 12:02 am
Hel patted all the pups until the last one went down and back to napping, and she grinned as she gingerly stepped over the pile of furry pups.
Now without the pups to occupy her, she was free to pay more attention to her new treasure. She flipped it over, tilting it this way and that with that ever present grin on her face, and true to Hel creeper nature, she couldn’t help but bring it up to smell it too. Yup. It smelled nice. “Hmm?” When questioned about the door, Hel glanced at it, not at all concerned. “…Oh…” Not a very reassuring way to answer that question. “…I did not want the pups to get out?” She smiled and shrugged a bit, and then tucked the hat away carefully into her bag, and pulled out the containers of food she had from earlier. She then marched right past the boil, and placed them onto the counter top of the little kitchenette. “For you!” She announced, ducking under a cupboard so that she could look at him and point at the containers. “I do not need them, so they are all yours.”
The valkyrie them marched back to him…and if Mac thought she was leaving right then…oh he was so wrong.
Instead, she parked herself right in front of him, and rested her hands on her hips as she stared up at him, her eyes devious. “…So…before I go and give you peace and quiet for the rest of the day…” She started. “…You owe me something.” Uh oh. “I did not get a dance at prom!” She informed him, as if this was the most horrible thing known to Halloween. “…But.” Uh oh. “If you would rather not dance with me…I will take a kiss. Right here.” She tapped her lips, and suddenly maybe there was light shed on why she closed the door. Suspicious. “Just one ~ ! It would be nice to know and remember a real one without the influence of cider.”
Going to hell in a handbasket. Either way he was going to have to touch her somehow before she left the room. One lasted longer and required holding, and the other was more invasive but a few moments at the most.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 9:00 am
"Ah, uh, thanks! I'll return the containers when I can." Because he had a bad habit of not doing his dishes. He might start, in this case. Lizzy often did his dishes for him, and she'd no doubt notice the new containers; how would she react if she knew Hel was making him food now? It made him nervous just thinking about it.
She turned again and -- Oh, but he HAD been hoping that she was leaving! Dang.
Understandably, he froze. He owed her something? What did he owe her? Was this finally Hel turning the tables, using what he did to her at the docks as blackmail?! He stared down at her with all the suspicion he could muster...which pretty much all fled when she made her intent clear. A dance? He could dance! Perfectly okay with dances, really! He may have conveniently overlooked the rest of her words; somehow, he thought dancing might be easier than kissing her. Yeah, touching was involved...but with a kiss he'd want to touch her, but with a dance he already would have. In his mind, that logic made total sense.
"Oh, is that all?" He chuckled, patting her head with a wet hand before turning, gathering a few itmems and then disappearing into the bathroom, which closed heavily and was accented by a very loud, very obvious click of a lock. He came out a few minutes later, in dry clothes and a towel on his head, fluffing off the reminants of dripping water.
"Alright, come here~" He beckoned, before pausing thoughtfully. "Oh but, uh...did you want music, too?" Because his laptop was on his desk, he could do music. It was up to her though, and no matter what she chose he'd be there after, a hand on her hip and the other holding hers, leading her through a dance that may or may not have had musical backing.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 9:13 am
“Whenever.” Hel replied lightly in regards to the containers.
Now the reaper waited, with a raised brow as she stared at Mac. She may have been very uh…amused for a lack of better words at how much she was throwing him off his game, and now was no exception. “No, that is not really all.” Hel replied cheekily, wrinkling her nose as some water dropped on her face from the head pat. “But I will take it.” For now. Hel also snorted with laughter as Mac went into the bathroom, closed the door and locked it. “Aww, what is the matter, Mac?” She called out to him. “Scared of me?” The reaper waited, and when he returned, she simply shrugged as she wandered over to him.
“I do not care. You pick the music if you want any.”
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Posted: Fri Aug 31, 2012 11:20 am
"Yes." He stated flatly through the door; you couldn't blame him for being, well, him. When he returned, he heaved a sigh. Oh great, he was being given a choice. Hrm. Well. Uh. Okay. Lets see...dancing, so...music?
Stepping to his desk he opened his laptop, browsing his music folder until he found something; it was a song to dance to, the kind of nice dance you'd do at a Masq. After all, that's what he owed her. The gentle music filled the room, and the Psychopomp stepped over to Hel again, taking up her hand and placing his free one on her hip.
"Do you know how to dance?" Not that it mattered anyway, as once he got comfortable enough he started to lead her into one that matched the music.
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Posted: Fri Aug 31, 2012 12:32 pm
The reaper lightly rocked on her feet as she waited, tilting her head as the music filled the room.
She blinked as Mac took her hand, and for a moment, looked surprised yet awed. His hand was calloused…so unlike Mot’s. It meant that he actually…worked. Mac’s hands were also likes hers…and she liked that. The ghoul couldn’t help but have a stupid smile on her face after she thought about that, and moved her free hand to rest on his shoulder, easily following him as he led the dance. “Ya…more or less.” She replied. “…Where did you learn how to dance?”
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Posted: Fri Aug 31, 2012 1:13 pm
"Eh, doesn't really matter anyway, a good boil knows how to lead~" Mac brushed off the answer to his own question with a shrug, continuing on leading her in a simple enough dance. "My Aunt taught me, we used to dance all the time." It was important for a young man to know to dance! Or so she always exclaimed. "So I'm pretty versed in the more fancy types, not too sure how to do the more, uh, recent ones, I guess?" If he went to a club, he went to drink and avoid getting caught, not to grind on the dance floor with some chick.
Well, there was a few times, but...nope. Never. Nuh-huh.
"Your face looks stupid." He informed her with a laugh. What a silly smile!
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Posted: Fri Aug 31, 2012 1:32 pm
Hel just smirked a bit in amusement. A good boil knows how to lead, huh? “Ah…I see…” His aunt and uncle…Hel still did want to ask about the situation regarding his parents…but still…maybe not the right time. “You and…fancy…” She snorted, clearly amused by the notion…as now all she could imagine was Mac in some sort of regal ball room doing a very stiff waltz of some sort…
The reaper blinked though and looked a bit taken a back as he said her face looked stupid. Her hand flew from his shoulder to grope her face, wondering if something happened to it before she scowled, feeling nothing. She placed her hand back on his shoulder. “Well…your face looks stupid too!” She retorted oh so maturely. “I think you are just plucking furs off of the pups and gluing them to your chin!”
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Posted: Fri Aug 31, 2012 1:58 pm
Honestly, Mac was surprised she had yet to ask about his parents. Most people who knew him enough to hear him only talk about his Aunt and Uncle asked pretty quickly. This was some sort of record, really!
"Yeah, can you imagine?" He paused their dancing to lean back, giving a more than dramatic bow to the ghoul, and pulling her hand closer to him to kiss her knuckles. Once he straightened up he pulled her back in and continued on dancing around his room.
Only to start laughing when she felt up her own face. "Nope, still there~" Mac teased, laughing even harder as she put it back on him "You just don't want to admit that you like it!"
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Posted: Fri Aug 31, 2012 2:19 pm
“I think I can…but at the same time…” She couldn’t imagine Mac being too fancy…
Well…until he pulled that little stunt. Hel watched him bow with a flourish, but what really took the cake was the way he pulled her hand in and kissed her knuckles. The ghoul’s face went blank as she stared at him, going a bit wide eyed as well. Gaaaaaaaah. She ignored any funny things her stomach might be doing, and scowled as she felt her cheeks go red. She smacked her hand to her pale cheek, rubbing her face again until he resumed dancing.
Hopefully her blush died down.
The ghoul grumped as Mac continued to laugh, and then called her out on liking his hair. Hel was silent for a long while, sporting a flat look, before she gave an exasperated sigh and looked elsewhere. “…Ya.” She muttered. “I do like it.”
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Posted: Fri Aug 31, 2012 8:07 pm
Mac noticed the blush and chuckled, oddly not feeling at all guilty about making the ghoul do such a thing. He should, he knew he should; that was some sort of taboo, he figured. Especially considering their history and the, uh, mistakes that had been made.
"There, I win." He chuckled, taking a step back and leading her into a twirl before pulling her against him again. "It's a work in progress, it'll look much better once it grows out." He mused, knowing full well that he couldn't hurry his own facial hair. The Reaper hummed along to the music, continueing to dance along.
"Lemme know when enough's enough."
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