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 Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2012 10:08 pm
Riley let out a very surprised laugh when Christof all but enveloped her, and she rubbed his back as he let out his emotion with action, giving him the time to express himself before finally shifting him to her side enough to lead them out of the door.
All right, you silly thing, come along. Let's find something else to do together.
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2012 10:16 pm
He gasped, practically skipping beside her if he was capable of such an action, his mind reeling, We could go poisoning pigeons in the park! Or drown cannon cats! Or go grave robbing or..!
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2012 10:38 pm
Ahhh, I love all of these ideas. I want to do them all! Let us begin with the pigeons. She stopped, and gave him an odd look. Did you.. actually bring poison with you?
Sometimes she had to worry about her igor's intentions..
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2012 10:56 pm
He straightened, (as much as he was able,) opening his jacket to point to one of the inside pockets, An Igor is always prepared, Mistress. But I am short of breadcrumbs. He gave a proud nod and smile.
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2012 10:59 pm
She eyed the poison, and then thought about it for a moment, before holding out her half-empty bag of sluggos. I think this will do. And we'll buy another bag of popcorn, just to be safe. She let him go, and took his hand, pulling him towards the concession stand. And that means.. we can get more candy.
She was very excited about this idea.
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2012 11:01 pm
Not TOO much candy, Mistress. You know you feel great to start, but then you crash. His hunch shook with quiet giggles as he dug in his pocket for his last seeds.
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2012 11:04 pm
Riley reached back and stopped him from getting his seeds out with a single hand to his pocket, shaking her head. Stop that. This is my gluttony at work, you will not pay for it.
She happened to be ignoring his warning, however, and her eyes lit up at the sight of the candy again.
Another round, my good man. She regally offered to the boil at the counter. He looked unimpressed. She waited, as he did nothing, and finally slumped. That is, one of everything.
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2012 11:17 pm
Christof shifted, debating his options. He could protest for the good of her health. He could acquiesce to her whims and let her be happy...
Might I have a smoothie, Mistress? I cannot taste it very well but I do like the cold. If you can't beat them, join them.
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 12:26 am
Riley looked at Christof carefully, before her face lit up in lieu of what would have been a bright smile. And one smoothie, please. No, make that two. A smoothie sounded like a lovely idea. And make sure they have straws.
She was going to get sooo siiick.
The counter service put all of her whimsical purchases in a large bag, save for the two drinks. She handed one to Christof, and took the other in her free hand, leaving a sizable portion of silver seeds on the counter without bothering to count them. Then she turned and led him out of the movie theater, with her bag swinging happily beside her.
You know, this is turning out to be quite a lovely day, after all.
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 12:38 am
Only the best for Mistress! He chirped, slurping happily on his own cold drink before trying to heft the bag up to carry it for her like a good servant. To the park, then? I will go find Chopper.
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 12:47 am
Despite the entire point of the outing, it was too easy to fall into step with allowing Christof to carry her bags. Besides, friends carried one anothers bags sometimes.. didn't they?
She didn't know for sure. She would assume so unless told otherwise.
To the park! Two tentacles were fighting for dominance over her smoothie's straw, pushing one another out of the way before slurping the drink greedily.
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 1:00 am
She was letting him carry her bags omg he was letting her- Christof inhaled deeply before juggling the bag, his smoothie, and the keys to his hodgepodge vehicle between every limb available. Chopper, meanwhile, had taken to looping around the parking lot like an irritable horse. It took minimal wrangling, to the hunchback's relief. He loaded up their invaluable package before turning to offer her a hand on board, his lopsided face positively beaming.
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 1:35 am
The motorcycle, to be fair, scared her. Not many things did, but that creature was in charge of her well being when she rode it, and that gave it a little power. So when she watched it loop, her face looked tense, and hesitant. But Christof managed to control it, and when he held his hand out for her, she felt confident that he could keep her safe. So he took his hand, and hopped one leg over the vehicle.
You should probably finish your smoothie before you start driving. You wouldn't want to get it all over yourself, if the ride gets rough.
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 4:16 pm
Ah, yes! Clever Mistress, but it's not far, He smiled, sitting himself down. A good thing about three limbs was the built in cup holder. With a glance over his hunch, he gave a playful rev of Chopper's engine. The contraption wanted to leap, why was he holding back why weren't they already going.... he gave a slurp, I am not fond of Head Freezes.
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 4:48 pm
Riley eyed the smoothie in his hand carefully, before meeting his glance when he turned to look at her. She considered the day for a moment, finding that while it had started out slow and rough, it was certainly looking much brighter now.
She, however, was finishing her smoothie. She had many appendages, but none of them would stop a smoothie from splashing into her face if they hit a bump. So she took one last sip, and chucked it into a nearby garbage, before sliding both of her arms around Christof's waist.
I hate brain freezes. Terrible things. I'm ready to go now.
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