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 Posted: Tue Dec 23, 2008 11:04 am
Caleb awoke slowly. Turning the beaked mask at her quite lazily. His hand came out of the robe, holding the pocket watch his student gave him. Opening it, he saw the time was 7 o'clock and 12 minutes. He stood and followed her up the stairs.
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Posted: Tue Dec 23, 2008 11:08 am
Moé entered the kitchen, and began to take out a few of her nonstick pans.
"Mmmn..."
She took out some oil, and some eggs.
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Posted: Tue Dec 23, 2008 11:18 am
Caleb went though the kitchen and into the parlor. Opening, and placing several pieces of wood into the fireplace. He drew a match out of nowhere from his robes. Striking it across the brick mantle, he threw the match into the fire.
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Posted: Tue Dec 23, 2008 11:22 am
Moé came out later with some sunnyside-up fried eggs on toast.
"Sir, I made these just for yoooou....~"
She giggled, and placed them on a nearby reading table, far form any books.
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Posted: Tue Dec 23, 2008 11:34 am
Caleb sat down. Taking the plate off of the table. He began to eat silently, contently watching the fire as he ate.
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Posted: Tue Dec 23, 2008 11:37 am
Moé went back to the kitchen to make hers, and then sat on her little stool after she was finished, eating contently in the kitchen.
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Posted: Tue Dec 23, 2008 2:43 pm
Caleb ate alone in the parlor. Hearing and watching the fire crack and pop as he sat contently. Finishing the food, he placed the plate onto the table.
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Posted: Tue Dec 23, 2008 2:46 pm
Moé finished her food, and then went upstairs to play on her synthesizer-accordian [which she hadn't played in over a decade, but still remembered how to play very well].
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Posted: Tue Dec 23, 2008 2:58 pm
Caleb rested his hands on the arms of the chair. Watching the fire silently, he did not notice anything that happened outside of the parlor.
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Posted: Tue Dec 23, 2008 3:02 pm
Moé continued to play, and then, using her feet, somehow managed to turn on her kiln.
"I should make some bullets..."
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Posted: Tue Dec 23, 2008 3:12 pm
Caleb sighed. He stood and took the plate into the kitchen and place it into the sink. He walked down the stairs and went back into his study.
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Posted: Tue Dec 23, 2008 3:16 pm
Moé placed her bullets in the kiln, playing more on her synthesizer.
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Posted: Tue Dec 23, 2008 3:46 pm
Caleb picked up the tome he glanced at yesterday. Though, now something caught his attention, an odd noise, no, music, coming though the vents. He walked out off the study. Following the noise, he came to his students room.
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Posted: Tue Dec 23, 2008 3:59 pm
Moé was playing the main Blade Runner theme quite expertly on her synthesizer. She saw Caleb and then blushed somewhat.
"I-I'm a little rusty..."
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Posted: Tue Dec 23, 2008 4:13 pm
Caleb tilted his head. "What is such a contraption?" He asked, looking at it with curiosity.
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