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 Posted: Wed May 27, 2009 7:04 am
Now, now, Boyan wouldn't play with someone he didn't like. 3nodding Sometimes it's fun to force a new reaction. That way, everything is all fresh and new and... and stuff!
He suddenly turns his attention back to the soaps, poking at the duckies curiously.
Hey, hey, hey... does he have any strawberries and cream smelling ones? Boyan LOVES strawberries and cream soap because it's the kind Tsubame used to use!
...And his first love--
...
Another pause.
....................... crying
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2009 7:13 am
Not on-hand, no, he's afraid...
....but Hitsuga doesn't imagine a strawberry duck would be too tall of an order. Not when he has the berry essence at his workroom desk and plenty of soap chips.
If Boyan has nowhere he would rather be, from start to finish it would take perhaps a couple of hour--
He stops as the other male's projection of anguish twinges at his mind. ....and knowing it is not his place to ask the particulars, offers his sympathies regardless. sad
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2009 7:14 am
He was so young, and she...
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She was a bar of soap...
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2009 7:21 am
She....was a bar of--
Hitsuga's train of thought on the matter doesn't screech to a stop so much as it comes to a slow and winding halt, like a record player someone has suddenly pulled the plug on.
.....
He reaches out and tentatively pats Boyan's shoulder. sweatdrop
Why doesn't he go and see about that essence? He'll be right back.
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2009 7:22 am
Boyan tilts his head in confusion.
...??
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2009 7:25 am
Nothing, Hitsuga assures him.
He just....thought, perhaps, Master Boyan might like to see his ducks get started...?
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2009 7:26 am
Previous angst forgotten, Boyan stumbles to his feet.
DUCKIES. eek
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2009 7:31 am
Hitsuga takes advantage of the upswing in his mood to excuse himself to the workroom, returning a moment later with a bottle clutched between his hands.
This may be a little different, he warns Boyan, as its not diluted yet. If the soap ends up smelling a little too strongly, he apologizes in advance. sweatdrop
Fishing the pot out of the sink, he shakes the residual water out of it and sets it back on the counter to grab up the bag of soap flakes once more and fill the pot with them.
These ducks, though, he warns Boyan, will likely want to go home with him as, if not for him, they would not be being made right now...
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2009 7:34 am
...Strawberry ducks? Boyan isn't TOO certain about this. After all, when he was a child and fell in love with that bar of soap and Grandpa Tsukiba used it--!
He shakes his head firmly. No, no. These ducks are different, he decides. They are SPECIAL, but, he declares, most decidedly NOT alive.
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2009 7:38 am
....and that makes a bit of tension pass out of Hitsuga as he turns on the stove burner to melt down the pot's contents.
Not alive, he agrees. But still made just for Boyan. And perhaps they could find them a box so no one would be tempted to use them?
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2009 7:39 am
If they're strawberry scented, though, Boyan would WANT Tsubame to use them... ninja
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2009 7:40 am
....oh.
well, in that case.... sweatdrop He supposes things will work out just fine.
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2009 7:42 am
And because they're ducks, Tsubame will know they're a present from Boyan! And because they're soaps, she'll also know that Hitsuga made them!
Perhaps this logic isn't QUITE Earth logic, but it makes perfect sense to Boyan.
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2009 7:52 am
As the flakes begin to melt into a workable liquid state, he opens the bottle, filling the room with the tart-yet-sweet scent of berries as he carefully pours a small bit into the cap and deposits it into the soap.
It is his hope that Tsubame and Boyan both may enjoy them, then. And if they end up wanting more of it, then he will be happy to supply. 3nodding
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