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 Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2011 10:56 pm
Riley groaned in despair and covered her face with her hand. Was it really that bad? She asked, looking at him through her fingertips. I didn't think.. uuuggghh. She clenched the book in her hand, wanting to rip each page out one by one. I've considered burning it. In fact, I'm going to. I've made the decision. Once I bring Cthulhu back, I'm bringing the diary to my friend Jericho and he's burning it once and for all. Then.. we'll just.. forget. She certainly wanted to forget all of this had happened. She wanted -him- to forget, as well, but apparently that wasn't going to be so simple. Another groan of frustration left her, and she moved over to kick the chest with Cthulhu in it. I don't know why I didn't eat you when I had the chance! She hissed at it, and received a similar, but audible, hiss in response.
Turning back to Merope, she tried very hard to remain a normal color and stop blushing. Well. I suppose I should get out of your hair. I've troubled you enough..
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2011 1:23 am
The boil shrugged. "I'm from the dark sea, we don't exactly have any use for reading and writing down there," he told her, biting his lip and beginning to look troubled, "In fact, I can't think of anything back home that was legible aside from the shipwrecks, but... how did I learn how to read and write, if there's no point to it down there?" Ah, the previous life -- such a mystery!
"Look," he began, "It's not your fault. That's the first sort of writing I can remember. Maybe? Gah! Having a previous Life sucks. I bet a probably wrote worse," he said more to himself than Riley, pausing at her next thoughts. Jericho? Burn? Sounded like someone who was friendly with fire. Merope made a mental note of that.
"Well, take care," he told her, stopping to look at the treasure chest to her book and back, adding hesitantly, "Do you need help carrying anything?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2011 1:41 am
She blinked, listening to him have a conversation more to himself than anything else, and nodded politely. At least his external monologue was a welcome distraction to her embarrassment. She turned to the treasure chest when he was done, and wrapped both her arms around it. She seemed to lift it without trouble, forearms flexing slightly at the exertion. Being fit helped in situations like this.
I should be all right, but it's sweet of you to offer assistance. You've done enough for me tonight. I will not forget this, Merope. Her eyes shaped to crescents in lieu of a smile. Thank you so much for everything.
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2011 2:07 am
She was able to pick it up allright? Good. Merope nodded to her, and tried to wave her off again. "No, no -- it's okay. I'm good. Really, you don't need to. Just be sure to keep an eye on your minipet, yes? I have a couple troublemakers myself, but..." He wordlessly gestured to the closet. Out of sight, out of mind.
"Anyway, take care Riley. It was a pleasure to meet you."
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2011 2:18 am
Riley eyed the closet for a moment, before nodding her head. I will do my very best. Hopefully your ideas will help me to do so. She headed out the door, and her fingers twitched in an attempt to wave, but failed to do so while keeping a hold on the chest. So instead, while sending him her farewell, she just left.
The pleasure was all mine. Until we meet again, Merope.
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