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 Posted: Fri Nov 28, 2008 3:25 pm
Valentine blinked very slowly.
"Well, she told me that she feared your dislike of her breasts. So.. I changed them."
Moé was busily cleaning the ink out of the carpet.
Valentine continued.
"So, what is it that needs to be changed, customer?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 28, 2008 3:29 pm
"I want the change reversed." Caleb said. "I ever said I disliked them."
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Posted: Fri Nov 28, 2008 3:37 pm
Valentine gave a very bitter and sarcastic laugh.
"How amusing. You're like my father, he threw a fit when I did the same to my mother."
She snapped her fingers, and Moé was back to normal; Moé tripped, though, due to the change in her center of balance.
Valentine blinked.
"Here's my card, should you want any part of her changed, be it personality, appearance, or soul."
She handed him a white card that said, in small black text 'THE END IS NEAR, GET YOUR PARACHUTES. OH WAIT, YOU'RE BEING BLOWN UP'.
"Oops. Wrong one, that's for about fifty years in the future. Or twenty."
She handed him one that said 'HOMUNCULI HAVE HEARTS TOO... BUT THEY'RE SWAPPABLE.'
She then saluted him and left.
Moé wailed at seeing her chest back again.
"Oh, no! Now I can't hug Sir!"
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Posted: Fri Nov 28, 2008 3:48 pm
Caleb looked down at her. "I never said I would not let you hug myself, just not in the matter where you place my head into your...breasts."
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Posted: Fri Nov 28, 2008 4:14 pm
Moé nodded.
"So there's a fault with them!"
[[She still doesnt get it.]]
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Posted: Fri Nov 28, 2008 4:19 pm
"No, there is nothing wrong with them..." Caleb was beginning to get slightly irradiated. "I do not feel comfortable how you hugged myself because it is an odd action."
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Posted: Fri Nov 28, 2008 4:22 pm
Moé sighed.
"Oh, I give up!"
She got up in what appeared to be shame, and walked out.
"I cleaned the ink out of the carpet, sir..."
She began to walk towards her bedroom.
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Posted: Fri Nov 28, 2008 4:27 pm
Caleb stood, then sat back down. A sigh exiting the mask. A pale white hand covered the glass covered holes of the mask.
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Posted: Fri Nov 28, 2008 4:31 pm
Moé then sat outside of the study.
"That.... was the first time I gave up," she said to Caleb.
This struck her with amazing force, and she began to sob.
"My breasts have no purpose.... I can't produce children, after all..."
She looked at him.
"Why should I have them, if they serve no real purpose, and accidental touches of them make you uncomfortable?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 28, 2008 4:36 pm
"I would rather you to have them, because it looks....proper." Caleb said.
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Posted: Fri Nov 28, 2008 4:41 pm
Moé scoffed.
"Proper. To look proper...."
She got up.
"To deal with the several possible humiliations of indecency caused by breasts, all due to looking proper. To have to buy multiple underclothes due to fluctuating weight, to be proper."
She walked away, muttering to herself.
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Posted: Fri Nov 28, 2008 4:53 pm
Caleb turned away, and walked down the stairs to his study at a dreary pace. He fell in the chair, his head hung low as he sat slumped in the chair.
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Posted: Fri Nov 28, 2008 5:10 pm
Moé went inside the study.
"Sir, I... please just tell me if I do something that displeases you. I don't want you to..to suppress it..."
She embraced him, but, making sure her chest didn't touch him, she left a one inch-gap.
Due to this, the hug was practically just her putting her hands on his back.
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Posted: Fri Nov 28, 2008 5:21 pm
Caleb turned slightly red. "...Is there something wrong?" Caleb said, looking back at her.
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Posted: Fri Nov 28, 2008 5:27 pm
Moé sniffed.
"Forgive my selfishness Sir...!"
[[lol wat]]
She drew him into a tight embrace.
"I-I... I will keep them away from your face, but I cannot bear to... not hug you."
[[Resolution! finally.]]
She hugged his head, but it led to her jamming his head into her neck.
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