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 Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2012 12:52 pm
Suddenly, she was being hurried over to the noise. The Engraver lowered herself to her knees, picking up the ringing device and fumbling with it until it opened before putting it to her ear as she had been instructed earlier.
"A-ah, Yes?" A few moments later she tilted her head, shifting in her position to half turn and look at Muka. She didn't say anything to the person on the other end, but she did lower the device from her ear and half held it out to him. "Um, it's for you?" This voice was different than the one that she had talked to first.
"A voice, but it is also beeping. Do you have friends with beeping voices?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2012 1:03 pm
Muka snickered. "Oh just hang up on them.. I mean ahh.. hit the green button." Food was more important. In fact he could already hear a swelling voice on the other end of the line. "The beeping is probably the food!"
He didn't seem to care that his family was calling. "BUSY!" He yelled aloud, with another giggle.The voice was ranting now, something about who was that ghoul, blah blah.
"Go ahead.. hit the green button before he hangs up!"
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2012 1:12 pm
"It is not rude?" Needle tilted her head again, not quiet listening to the ranter - mostly because it wasn't for her, and eavesdropping was unbecoming - but focusing in on Muka's form as best as she could. She merely shrugged and turned back to the phone, squinting at it to find the green button again. "I am very sorry!" She called out before pressing it, and putting the phone back to her ear.
"Yes?" A few moments of silence on the Engraver's part, and she eventually looked up to stare at the door. "Okay, we will meet you out front of the Ghost Dorms." She repeated for everyone - the person on the line, herself, and Muka. When that seemed done she closed the phone and placed it back on the floor, it's own little spot apparently.
"How would you like to do this?" Didn't he have to take out that pellet?
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2012 1:18 pm
"Come with me.. I will need your hands." Muka nodded to her with a grin. Fiorst he went into the bathroom and did a fancy hand act where he held the pellet in his palms, lifted it from the sink and eventually awkwardly shuffled it under his arm.
"Let's meet him." He nodded to the door, attempting to open it but eventually waiting for Needle. He linked fingers on his free hand with hers as much as he could as they mosied to the front of the dorm building.
The deliverymonster was a zombie wearing a hat that looked like a Lil Oink covered in BBQ sauce. it was hard to tell if his uniform was covered in the usual zombie goo, BBQ sauce or if it was meant to look like that.
Muka haphazardly tossed his owl pellet into the bushes.
"Mrrrr.." The zombie held out the bag of food with the fluttering reciept attached.
"Oh Needle.. the seeds are in my pocket." His shook his right hip a bit, indicating where his money pouch was.
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2012 2:55 pm
Rising to her feet, Needle followed after Muka like a ghostly duckling. She caught the cues and opened doors, moving things and generally making herself useful as they made their way to the ghost dorms entrance. She didn't see him toss the pellet but she did hear an odd thud; she passed it off though, and lowered her head to his hip after he jutted it out for her.
"Ah, okay~" Without an ounce of hesitation, she slid her hand into his pocket and fetched the proper amount, trading it to the Zombie in exchange for the food. When it was finished she looked towards Muka as if waiting for the next set of instructions; she had never ordered food before. Was there a protocol?
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Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2012 6:49 pm
Muka nodded as she paid but hissed softly. "Give him a bit of a tip.." He then leaned in and said "But not too much." The zombie heard him, obviously, and groaned deeply and tapped his foot loudly as he waited. After the tip was doled the strix nodded them back inside and held the bag with his forearms and lightly in his bandaged hands. Thankfully he didn't have to move them much to have it looped over his arm. He was giggling exitedly over the upcoming meal and his stomach was already growling.
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2012 8:24 pm
Tip? Well, okay. Needle pulled out a few more seeds and handed it over, waving off the Zombie and heading back inside after Muka. She took the lead, opening doors and shifting things aside for him; once they were once more in her room she carefully took the bags from him as well, kneeling at the same table she had tattooed him on earlier.
She was very careful to take the various things out of the bags, setting it easily on the surprisingly clean table, including setting the (admittedly likely useless) plastic utensils in their own spaces. It was something she picked up from the restuarants she had been to, and was delighted to make use of it.
The ghoul leaned over the table, smelling the mass of various scents and spices. "Ahh, this smells delicious! What was it you ordered?" She couldn't quite place the foods...
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2012 7:47 pm
Muka watched her efficiently prepare the table and picked open the lids carefully with the talons that peeked from his bandages. There was a large flip open box, and two smaller ones as well as a 2-liter of Blood-Orange soda. The strix positively hovered above the containers eagerly, at least trying to wait until Needle was ready until he dug in. "Well the large one is hrrm.." his head bobbled a moment. "House special BBQ surprise." As the steam pored out, it looked like a meaty saucy mess of miscellaneus ingredients and beans. One of the small boxes was simply rice (with a healthy sprinkling of lice) and the last box was some sort of special dessert, "Butterfingers!" he chirped excitedly. Yes! Home made fingers in a butter sauce! "You know you have to feed me..." Muka playfully giggled and wiggled his bandaged hands.
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2012 8:36 pm
His going over the various carton sizes really helped her figure out what was what, and situate them accordingly. The rice she assumed was meant mostly for herself; that was not an easy dish to feed someone, especially someone as bite-happy as she had found Muka to be. Her careful study of the bag's contents proved there to be a pair of utensils and some condiments, and those too had been laid out for them.
When he brought the feeding him to her attention, she made a low noise as if she'd forgotten and shifted to sit more at his side, somehow figureing that would make it easier.
"I have...never fed anyone solid food before, please bear with me." She gave a generally polite warning, though there was a near excited edge to her voice. Having to feed him meant having to get very close with those teeth of his. She trusted him enough to not bite them off, but the thought that painful accidents happen was admittedly very...stirring.
There was a brief pause where she held the utensil as if thinking about it, but had decided against it in favour of picking up a sizeable piece of meat from the house special, feeling the sauces, various spices and heat sizzle her cold flesh. Holding one hand under to catch the falling sauce she held it up for him, trying to properly judge where he was in relation to her.
"Dinner's served~" She teased quietly, quite unable to help herself.
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2012 11:22 am
Muka practically vibrated as he waited patiently for the food to brought to him. He would have loved nothing more than to dive face first into the container but that was hardly proper manners! His teeth clacked eagerly. Snap. Snapsnap. As the food was lifted to his mouth. The strix opened his wide grin, parted those dangerous teeth, and let the food be dropped into his mouth. For a moment he stayed like that and then giggled and waved his hand. He was indicating more.. MORE! Drop more right on down that gullet!
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2012 1:01 pm
Needle giggled, seeing his motions and did as he silently asked; more food was put into that dangerous mouth of his, but not all of it made it in easily. There were a few instances where he had to adjust due to her own short comings.
After he had enough for his first swallow she paused before giving him more, and just long enough to cast an uncomfortable look around the room. When she seemed content that they were alone she lifted her clean hand and freed her mask from her face, setting it carefully under the table, where it would be protected. It still made her uncomfortable to be maskless, to actually see, but...Muka had seen it before, had been with her at their most intimate. If she could trust anyone, it was him.
After that, feeding him became much, much easier.
"Is it good?" She asked softly, everything about her becoming much more shy.
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2012 8:02 pm
"Mmm very!" He'd gulped it down and was dutifully observant. He noticed her slight shift in attitude, the shyness creeping in when her mask was removed. Muka licked his lips a bit and leaned in to give her an affectionate (and slightly saucy) kiss on the cheek. He grinned when he leaned back. "You should have some.. you'd like it I think!" She hadn't disliked any of the food they'd ever had together. "The meat is really good on the rice too." His head bobbled in reassurance. After a moment and a few thoughtful cooing noises he leaned in curiously. "If you are uncomfortable, without it and me here... You don't have to take it off." He didn't want Needle to think it was expected but at the same time, he hadn't asked her to. He just felt it was helpful to note that he was pleased with her either way.
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Posted: Fri Aug 24, 2012 8:39 am
Needle smiled at the kiss, and despite not giggling at his actions she was, in fact, quite amused. The extra sauce was wiped off with one of the napkins, and she surveyed the food again as he brought it to her attention. Yes, it did look delicious!
"I will! But after you are done. You cannot feed yourself right now, and I can go without eating." The Engraver smiled at him, eyeing the food and now seeing all it's colours, shapes, textures...well, as best as she could, anyway. The world was still a little fuzzy.
His reassurance was more than welcome, but that he even had to say it made her bow her head almost sheepishly. "I know." She murmured softly. "I am not...entirely uncomfortable. It is just...much easier to do my duty this way." Yes, right now, she saw feeding him as a duty...to a degree. She did tattoo him and promise him this. Lifting her head again she gave him a smile, having an easier time picking up a few pieces of meat to hold up for him.
"Say 'Ah'~" She nearly grinned, teasing.
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Posted: Fri Aug 24, 2012 9:53 am
Muka's head tilted and his eyes followed her hand with the food. He opened his mouth with a grin. "Ahhhooooo..." The hoo was unintentional. It just happened! before she could near it to his mouth, he snapped his teeth dangerously as a joke before giggling and opening his mouth again.
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Posted: Fri Aug 31, 2012 11:30 am
The Engraver giggled, the noise perking into a short gasp in surprise as his teeth snapped down, causing her to almost drop the food in surprise. It was one thing to feel the wind and hear the sounds of clanking teeth, but to see the razors in action! She could swoon!
After a while of feeding him, she started to take some time to feed herself as well, though she wasn't as hungry as Muka had been. The food was disappearing fast between the two of them, and eventually it was all gone, leaving her to stare at her saucy fingers.
Was it proper to lick her fingers? Would it be okay to lick her fingers? She couldn't recall ever having done it, and the prospect was thrilling at best...and so after a moment of deciding, she cast a curious - and still almost shy - look at her wide-eyed companion.
"Is it okay to lick them?" He knew more about social protocols than she did!
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