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 Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 5:07 pm
Christof's face flushed as the arms went around him,Hold tight, Mistress... He mentally whispered before the machine leaped forward, their surroundings melting away as he headed for the park.
The hunchback felt like he was flying, the speed, the adrenalin, the feel of her arms around him... Mistress loved him.
He glanced over his massive shoulder to check on her a moment, giving his drink a fresh sip before his mouth twisted into a smile.
He picked up speed.
He braced himself.
He wrenched backward on the handlebars, hefting the front wheel up into the air....
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 6:15 pm
The ride was relatively uneventful, until suddenly Christof popped them up and Riley felt her entire body want to fall back-
Christof! She cried out, startled enough to cling forward, and turning her head to look back at the ground that she would have splattered against. Her heart was thudding hard, and her expression looked mildly unhappy.
Okay. Okay! No more of that, I want to live a little longer. She turned back and looked at the igor with a pleading gaze. Please?
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 7:38 pm
When Christof guided the vehicle back down with a rough bounce, his shoulders were shaking with an all-to-rare motion. The hunch under Riley's chin shook with sudden, wild laughter.
Chopper was happy to surge forth towards the distant twisting trees and dark menacing lake of the park.
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 9:55 pm
It took a moment for Riley to realize what was suddenly so jarring, when she felt the shake of his hunch, and the bubble of something she'd never felt from his mind before. The moment of silence was punctured when she finally caught on.
Why, Christof. She murmured thoughtfully, pulling her tentacles in tight so they stopped flapping carelessly behind her and tucking her body in tight. I don't believe I've ever seen you really laugh before.
Her heart panged with sadness. How was that even possible?
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 10:14 pm
He stopped almost immediately, face flushing as he slowed the bike as they arrived, swerving to a stop. I take my job very seriously, Mistress. Was his simple answer.
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 10:36 pm
The relief of slowing to a stop was sudden, and her entire body unclenched and relaxed. But the sadness she felt at Christof's lack of laughter remained.
I know you do, Christof. She murmured quietly, putting her hand in the crook of his arm. But I don't want you to always think of me as a job. I guess, I'd rather see you laugh more often. We're friends, remember? Her hand lifted up and tugged on one of the ragged locks of hair. Friends make each other laugh. They make each other happy.
And then she looked up at that hair, and one of her eyebrows lifted. I think you need a haircut. Your hair's covering your eyes.
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 10:59 pm
Is it getting too long, Mistress? I thought ghouls liked long hair. He immediately began to try to fidget with it, pulling the key out of the cycle and sat back for a moment.
I don't laugh very often with Calder nor Barth either. It comes difficult, I suppose. 'Igoring is No Laughing Matter.'
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 11:03 pm
Some do. She replied, pushing the tendrils of hair back behind his ears on either side before letting him be. You should ask Amrita how she likes it. Personally, I find it impractical. If it's in your eyes, your vision is impaired. But I suppose that's just me.
His comment received a roll of her eyes, but she waited until the vehicle had completely stopped, before her tentacles sneaked up around his sides. They took point and began relentlessly tickling him, as her slit eyes gleamed deviously.
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 11:07 pm
He flushed as she fidgeted with his hair, and the beginnings of thoughts had started before the hunchback burst out with a sudden muffled yell, scrambling to try to leap off of the bike.
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 11:14 pm
Riley's tentacles were too long, and strong, to be hindered by merely moving away from the bike. As he moved, so did she, sliding her leg smoothly off the seat and standing while her tentacles tickled mercilously.
Christof. Remember. Her voice was thick with amusement. Igoring is no laughing matter.
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 11:40 pm
There was another strangled yell as Christof flailed, but the tentacles were quick and nimble, slipping under his jacket and into their invasive armpit and neck and tender area locations, wriggling. He fought the shuddering urges that rose with each movement, until the guttural, squealing laughter burst forth from his stitched lips. Mistress! Mistress stop!!
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 11:46 pm
The laughter was exactly what she wanted to hear, but she only eased up on her tickles, leaving her tentacles at their stations to poke every once in a while out of pure spite.
Ahhh, that's a lovely sound. I hope I hear it more often. She snickered, before finally releasing him from her tentacles grip. The exertion made her ache for sugar, and she bent into her bag to start foraging for something sweet to alleviate her need.
Sluggos.. sluggos.. ugh, where did he put my sluggos - oooh, thin mints.
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 12:55 am
He gasped through his nose as she let go, frantically catching his breath as he fidgeted in embarrassment. His face crimson (in patches), he hobbled to the surprisingly patiently waiting Chopper to fish out the bag for her to more easily explore. It is just... simply not in my training to know what to do about.... laughter. He looked flustered, but not unhappy at least. Simply... baffled. He shrugged out of his coat- it was warm enough and there was no reason to be dressed to his finest while at the park, stuffing it into the saddle bag after fishing out the bottle of poison and anything else that would fit in his pants pocket instead. I expect for a Mindflayer, laughter comes with victory? Nice, pointed, menacing laughter.
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 1:02 am
You don't do anything about laughter, Christof. Perhaps this was too advanced of a topic to attempt, on her first try at getting the igor to loosen up. She patted both of his shoulders and turned him around, resting her weight on him as she led him towards the park barely seconds after he'd grabbed the poison and whatever else he'd gone for. You just enjoy it. Like we're about to enjoy this time together with the pigeons. Just don't think about it so hard.
Though, he was right - her laughter had mainly come from menacing cackles, before she'd come to Amityville. Now, however, there were much nicer things to laugh about.
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 1:08 am
He smiled fondly as he fished out the bag of popcorn, popping the cork on the bottle of poison to carefully sprinkle it over them like a morbid seasoning. I would like to hear you laugh like that, Mistress. While stomping on the skulls of your enemies! It would really be beautiful. He nodded thoughtfully, relishing in her arm around him. The blush didn't fade.
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