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 Posted: Tue Dec 18, 2012 8:19 pm
Any warmth and any hint of mirth or teasing drained from her eyes. She looked cold, distant and quite unhappy.
"You don't get to tell me what I should or shouldn't do! This never had anything to do with you. This was entirely my own business for something in my own jacked up life. You didn't have to come along, but you insisted and you meddled and you made the dangers worse and now you're going to nag at me?" Amrita's lip - at least what was left of it - curled lightly. She didn't like this turn of events, and something in his words started a little inner bubbling of the beginnings of outright rage.
"I could have handled that on my own, I didn't - and don't - need your help. Ever."
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Posted: Tue Dec 18, 2012 8:25 pm
Mot was taken aback. He physically recoiled at her yelling, completely thrown off by her anger. Honestly, he thought he was doing something good. He thought he was trying to help a fellow student, set a good example, and protect. But was he just a pest?
Mot frowned. Deep. Deeper. His posture hunched, and his terra cotta gaze never left the gray eye of Amrita.
"I'm.. sorry." Mot managed to murmur, his hands idly fidgeting with the ends of his poncho. Maybe he wasn't trying to help at all. Maybe he was just pushing his ideals on those who didn't want it. "I should have left you alone from the start. I didn't mean to make you upset."
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Posted: Tue Dec 18, 2012 10:05 pm
That's right, Mot. Apologize. Say everything that went wrong and mean it! You should have left me alone from the start, I didn't need your help. I don't need your help; words that ran through Amrita's mind over and over, seething with rage just below the surface. He didn't know her, he probably didn't know what had happened to her, why she needed to do this to prove something to herself.
"You should have." She nearly hissed in agreement. ...But it wasn't like she explained it to him, did she? The idea burrowed into her mind, unwanted and uninvited. She didn't want to take pity on someone she already branded as a nuisance, she really didn't want to see things from someone else's point of view. He may have gotten her - them - into a lot of trouble, but he had gotten them out too. The unwanted idea rooted and took hold, and Amrita's once angry demeanor started to melt. She looked away from him at first with indignation but then with pain, her fists loosening into hands that crossed in front of her, holding herself as if to protect herself from some unseen danger. The anger peeled, leaving in it's wake a very confused, lost little ghoul.
"But I guess...you did help." She agreed softly. "A little." It was an added on afterthought, probably only there to make herself feel better.
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Posted: Tue Dec 18, 2012 10:10 pm
Mot was ready to flee with his tail between his legs. He'd been told. How was it that short little ghouls seemed to be the best at making him feel bad?
"Mm.. A little.." All he did was shoot stuff. Amrita was at Amity a long time, so surely she could have handled it alone. He'd just hoped he could understand why she needed to do what she did. But he never got an answer.
"I don't suppose you need an escort back, huh?" As a self proclaimed gentlemen, he had to offer before going off on his own.
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Posted: Tue Dec 18, 2012 10:55 pm
"No," She started, agreeing with him for the most part but being quite stubborn about it. She didn't need one; she was fine on her own, she lasted this long, right? "...But I'll go back with you anyway." A couple limping steps were taken towards Mot, where she alternated between staring at him expectantly and being distracted by something in the distance. Either way, it seemed like she was waiting for him to start the trek back.
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Posted: Wed Dec 19, 2012 8:01 am
Mot smiled wearily, leading the way since Amrita seemed to be waiting for him to do so. It wasn't really a win, but he felt better about it. Besides, poor Amrita was limping. He opened his mouth to say something about putting ice on it but snapped it shut. No, we won't be hounding her again. No lectures. But it was so haaaard!
Then again.. did ice even help an undead?
Oh well.
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