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 Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2011 9:18 am
What better way to push aside any fear of doubt about a mouth being bad then making full use of it – and what better reward was there than cupcakes? True, everyone had their own favorites, but that was what was great about now. Christof got to find out. While he natural preferred anything fish or carrot flavored, he was sure that out of the many multitudes of cupcakes out there, there were bound to be a few that the Igor would like. With that in mind, he lead the creature out and headed for the cafeteria.
Typically, you didn't expect much in the way of good food, but there was variety and there was also cupcakes that were sometimes sold either by the school or, in this case, students from Home-Ick wanting to get a little extra seed or just wanting to test out their creations. This is where he went, and after checking out the selection from a pair of Siamese twins, both exactly identical and flicking their cat tails together as mirror copies, he filled up a massive plate. After paying, the ghouls mewed a 'Thank you for your patronage.' In unison (creepy), and he walked off.
He had left CHristof to sit at one of the tables and told him not to leave or run off. Also, if he managed to find it, not to sew his mouth shut. Upon return, he found him still there, looking just as confused and out of place as he had in his room. It really didn't do anything for Calder's mood, and he really wished this boil would crack a smile. If cupcakes didn't do it, he was going to find it hard to find what would make the patchwork boil even a bit happy.
Sitting across from him, he set the plate down, a small mountain of sugary snacks piled high in colors ranging from vibrant neon to mute brown. "These are cupcakes. They are sweet. You don't know what sweet is I guess, but sweet is the most amazing taste ever. Well, one of the most amazing." Reaching out, he found a safe starter. "This is a chocolate cupcake. Chocolate is the ruler of sweets. Chocolate has been proven to make people happy. That is why it's king." He peeled off the paper and set the frosted delight in front of Christof. "The top has frosting and the bottom is cake. You can eat both, just not the paper."
Calder leaned back and waited. "Well, go on. Eat it."
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2011 10:56 am
Christof gripped the edge of the table with about as much apprehension and terror as he had in the beginning of their last etiquette class. His mismatched eyes darted to the side, as though gauging how far the door was from their table. At this hour, they were mostly alone.... which was good right? Right? Less witnesses.
Macro focus from the table top on the nefarious chocolate cupcake before shifting into infinity on the Igor behind it, dripping with sweat.
"Are.... are you thure thith ith okay?" Christof whispered, "I... I don't.... tholid foodth I mean...." They had not, as of yet, invented a cupcake in a syringe.
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2011 11:03 am
He smacked his brow, leaning his chair back on two legs as he looked to the ceiling. Great rivers give him strength. This guy was afraid of a cupcake! How the heck was he suppose to get it through that the world wasn't going to end if he just ate a cupcake?!!
Swinging his seat back down on all fours, he reached out, took the cupcake, and tore off a piece. He then popped it in his mouth, and swallowed. "See. I didn't die. The world didn't end. You have a mouth, a tongue, and teeth. You have all you need to eat solid foods. It's O-K." He stressed the last part, and tore off a piece of the cupcake. "Now go Ahhhhhh." He opened his mouth wide to demonstrate.
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2011 11:10 am
Still fairly convinced eating cupcakes with a boil who looked unnervingly like a ghoul was not a terribly Igorish thing to do, Christof opened his mouth. His new tongue still felt prickly and odd, and what remained of his teeth were aching, and his jaw clicked when he tried to get it open all the way. It was an odd sensation, the muscles clearly not used to the position, at least without stretching skin and strained stitches. It was also odd being able to breath through his mouth, something he was doing a lot, although it tasted weird- TASTED.
And now the fluffy piece of cake was coming at him, his brows furrowing, the corners of his mouth trembling in his nervous tic, and before he could say another word, it was shoved into his mouth. He blinked at Calder, as though clueless as to what he was supposed to do next... but... but it certainly... TASTED.... better than his mouth on it's own had at any rate.
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2011 11:18 am
Smiling, he leaned back and licked the remaining frosting off his fingertips before looking over. Well, they at least got the cupcake IN his mouth, but now the Igor looked as if he was waiting to feed any passing birds that might want to come down and land for a sweet treat.
Sighing, he rose back up and pushed the Igor's chin up and closed his mouth. "FIrst, close your mouth. Now, we chew." Oh, he had to explain that too. He had to wonder how he first learned how to eat, but he felt he just picked that up automatically as a young colt. Well, time for the basic of the basics. Little steps. Little chews.
Moving the plat of cupcakes aside to give the Igor a better view, the kelpie closed his mouth and then started to make exaggerated movements with his mouth. "Now you just sort of...munch. It's like rolling your bottom jaw to move your teeth around and mash up that cupcake into small pieces. Like a cow!" He demonstrated, lower jaw moving up and down. "...and then when it's all mashed up, you swallow. Uh...." He pointed to his Adam's apple, and then gave a hard swallow. "...It's sort of just a reflex. If you need to, just lean your head back so the food goes there and your throat should just do it. Your trying to force it down your throat." He scratched his head. "I'll see about getting some milk too to help." Cupcakes could get thick after a while and he didn't need the Igor choking on him. He didn't think he could give the Heimlich Maneuver to someone with a hump - though maybe he didn't have to do that to an undead?
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2011 7:18 pm
Christof pulled his head back out of the Kelpie's grip, face flushing as he indeed chewed. Some of his teeth ached with pain, but the overall sensation of... sweet... was hard to ignore. It was... the consistency was... well, there was CONSISTENCY! He usually survived on Fear alone, but sometimes when necessary he'd take liquids like water or juice through a syringe. This... was not like that. His eyes lit up, vision flashing with stars as the delicious, moist cake was chewed... and then swallowed. He gaped at the Kelpie, as though wondering what mad science this was.
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2011 7:41 pm
It was like seeing a little colt stand for the first time, and Calder beamed like a proud parent as Christof enjoyed his first cupcake, his first sweet, ever. The boil was cute in that utterly helpless, clueless sort of way, and he resisted the compulsion to pat his head and say 'Good Boy'. From what he noticed, Christof didn't like to be touched.
"Pretty good, huh?" He asked, before reaching over and moving the cupcakes closer. He then set the rest of the chocolate cupcake before him. "Take another bite. Just don't take big bites though, and remember to chew. You don't want to choke. I'll go get you some milk." He rose from his seat, moving out to get a carton of milk, and one for himself. He returned back shorting, opening the carton and setting it beside Christof, before selecting a green cupcake for himself – Weeds. It was an amazing flavor for a cupcake.
Leaning back, he peeled the paper off his cupcake and smiled, very pleased with his accomplishment. "See. Now you can't say that I'm always wrong. Look. Nothing bad is happening. Nothing bad is going to happen. All is well with the world, and you are having one of the finest treats out there. It doesn't make you a bad person, and it doesn't make eating one bad. See. I know some things. Admit it." He smiled, leaning in. "Like I said before, your owners don't know everything. In fact, you could learn a thing or two from me if you just give it a chance. I just don't see what Igoring is doing for you. Doing ……whatever it is that you do." He waved a hand, really not knowing aside from thinking it was a long list of chores. A male equivalent to a house wife who didn't get anything in return.
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2011 7:56 pm
By the time Calder had returned, the Hunchback was eagerly stuffing his new face hole with as much of the moist delicious goodness as he could, coughing and sputtering periodically as he remembered he did need to chew. It was AMAZING! His new tongue felt ALIVE, sparking with electric goodness with each caress of the cake. Still chewing, he attempted to speak, "Thuh 'mathin' ne'er ha...amythin' wike omff-" He coughed again, accepting the milk to try to drown it down and OOOOOH this was NOT like a syringe of nutrients, this was... this was cold and delicious and creamy all down his throat and it complimented the chocolate in ways his brain couldn't seem to comprehend.
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2011 8:15 pm
He watched with wide eyes as Christof went predator on the cupcakes, tearing into their moist, fluffy bodies and sending cupcakey debris falling on the table. Calder only watched, stunned for a moment as he stopped mid-lick of his own cupcake and watched at how someone could make their mouth that big and take in so much. Then came the coughing and he reached out. "Woah! Pace yourself. The cupcakes aren't going anywhere. Eat as much as you want. If you eat them to fast, then you're not tasting them. You're just mashing them all up into some odd flavor. Not that you can't mix flavors, but your mouth has a limit." He was at least glad that he was drinking the milk, and saw that same amazed disbelief in the Igor's eyes as before. "That's milk. There is also chocolate milk too, but cold milk and cupcakes are the best.
He resumed eating his own cupcake, and perked up at the delicious cupcake he was eating. "Your master doesn't know everything, and he probably did it to be mean. There is no sense in denying someone the ability to talk and eat cupcakes. It's one of the many wondrous things you are being denied." He reached for his own milk, drinking it before licking his lips. "This was what I was trying to tell you before you went at me. You could have so much if you didn't listen to your owners all the time. Wondrous things. Cupcakes aren't just it. Just on taste alone, there is sweet, sour, savory, bitter, and just downright gross. You could have all of that, and that's just with food!" He didn't even know how to explain the full scope of things that Christof could enjoy. "If you hanged out with me for just a bit, I could show you the true values of freedom. Just for a few days even! That's why I never got what Igoring keeps you so happy. There isn't anything in it to be happy about! What could you possibly find satisfaction in?" He leaned back, popping his cupcake in his mouth and chewing, feeling very sure of himself.
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2011 8:52 pm
Christof took a moment to clear his pallet and catch his breath, pointing at his mouth with a wobbling finger, "The thentheth for bitter and thour are towardth the rear of the mouth, thalty and thweet toward the front, I am aware of... of the exithenth of tathte..." He wove a hand dismissively, still finding it difficult to move away from his visual queues as he spoke. "Itth difficult to articulate it entirely... ah-um... Igoring, I mean, not tathte, tathte is... is... all... colorth in the mouth!" He was also getting a good amount of crumbs across the table with every slur.
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2011 9:13 pm
Someone else might have scolded the Igor for his poor eating habits, but Calder was far more concerned that Christof's drool was going to get on his cupcake. Shielding the confection, he watched as more cupcakes met their end to the great maw that was the patchwork undead, and started to outright chuckle at the idea of colors. "…like a rainbow?" he giggled at the idea, but it was still a good way to describe it. "……..you sound like you bit your tongue." It took him a while to understand what he was saying, and he wondered if he was getting most of it right. He wondered now if he should get a few napkins for the table….or for Christof's chin….or for his fingers. Well, that's what tongues were for. He could just lick his fingers clean.
Calder clearly wasn’t going to teach etiquette alongside eating lessons – mainly because he didn't have any.
He went back to chewing on his cupcake, and was pelted with a piece of cupcake. "Hey. What where your flinging that stuff." He tore off a piece and flicked it over at the other boil. "….and why you have to act like you know all about everything. You just learned taste. Don't try foolin me. You're so high and might for a servant." He flicked another piece of cupcake at the Igor.
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2011 9:35 pm
He flushed when Calder teased him lips pursing immediately to trap the renagade tongue,eyes dipping down to his empty, crumb sprinkled plate. Trying, honestly to get his stiff, prickling tongue to cooperate, he turned his head to at least try to get Calder out of his tragectory,"Better off than thome pond-dwelling country bumpkin who doethent even underthtand what he'th tho againtht. Have you ever theen a PROPER mad thientitht without an Igor? No! No other thervant cannot be truthted to be as loyal as an Igor." Pride bubbled in his chest as he straightened in his seat. As much as he could anyway.
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2011 9:46 pm
His ears flattened at the insult, and he started to tear another piece from his cupcake to throw at the boil. "I didn’t grow up in some pond. My family was better off than that, and who are you calling bumpkin. You probably grew under some stairs." He tossed the piece of cupcake at him, even if it missed him by a mile, hitting his vest instead. Drats. He was going for the eye. Stupid, heavy, cupcake.
Frowning, he took another bite and leaned back, talking while he chewed. Again, not the best person to learn table manners from. "It heard enough about those doctors to know. They all sound lazy to me. What is so hard about your job? Throw some switches? Chain something down? I bet if you just sat back, they would be able to do your job too. It's probably not as difficult as you make it sound, and your owners just want to just get you to do it because you don't stand up against them. Sound like a lot of lazy people to me, and you're just letting them use you." He leaned back on his chair, rocking back and forth on the back legs as one hoof rested under the table, keeping him in place. "You don't know because you probably never tried. They could do your job without you, I'm sure."
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2011 9:53 pm
The self glorifying Igor shrank back from the onslaught of cake, shrinking until his chin was burried in his scarf against his chest, his mismatched hands rising up to nerviously rake through his hair, an instinctual whine in his throat, "Itth more than that! Thoth are jetht perkth!" His voice was edged with venum, face flushing, "Itth... itth about feeling PROUD of what you do! And being good at it! Everything you are there before they athk, the proper thithss.."He blinked, lowering his hands to grip the table as he struggled to capture the Z and make it obey him, "thized wrench at the ready, the kidney for the correct thide-" It didn't seem he got the idea of food-fights, clearly becoming flustered by every pelted cake bit.
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2011 10:12 pm
The kelpie quickly lost interest in the one-sided food fight and finished his cupcake, chewing as the Igor talked and sputtered with growing frustration. Despite being able to talk, the words were still failing him, and Calder didn't understand. He continued to look confused, and then leaned down, flopping his head to one side to groan. "Not this again….it all sounds horribly boring and just like a lot of work that some lazies didn't want to do on their own and shoved off on you. I bet they just told you it was fun and something to be proud of to get you to do the stuff they didn't want to do anymore." He flopped to ones side, hair spilling about as he looked up at the Igor. "There is no way anyone would he happy doing what you do in a day. Not Proud. Not Happy. Not anything. Are you sure you just didn't get electrocuted a few too many times and fried that brain of yours?" As he said this, he reached up to wiggle a finger up towards the boil's head. "Maybe damaged something?"
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