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Calder more than skipped behind Christof, giddy on his own sugar high and on the small victory of getting Christof to stick it ot the man - or demon master in this case. He felt he was making progress, and he was pumped to hear what Christof had to say to his owner, his prisoner, the guy calling the shots and not letting the Igor have fun! He didn't know Barth actually, but just being a lazy owner made Calder come up with his own ideas. This guy deserved to get an earful, and happy to witness the drama, Calder happily tagged along. He had to see that Christof was sticking to their deal after all.

When he noticed they didn't take the front door, he grew confused. "Hey?" He asked, and walked around to see Christof rustling in the bushes. "What? Is there a secret door back here? Can't even go through the front? Are you hiding back here?" He wasn't sure what the Igor was doing in the bushes, but he looked around in case someone sake what they were doing. He moved in to get a better look.

Right off the bat, Calder raised his eyebrow at seeing a ladder hidden in the bushes. Usually he would ask why a boil was using a ladder and sneaking in the window of another boil's room. It probably didn't help that he had read and dreamed up various fantasies with just this sort of enterance, but he kept it to himself and decided that he would keep his mouth shut about Christof's unsusal enterances - for now. He didn't want to sidetrack the Igor when he was burning with the fire of determination and raw sugar. As for Calder, it was raw sugar that brought him to the ladder, and then he paused.

Ladder. His hood tentatively tested it out. The rungs of each step and he was glad it wasn't rounded but more flat. Still, horse legs on a ladder made him worried, and he gripped the sides as he slowly moved up. OH....he forgot about heights!

When he finally managed to get up close enough, he noticed the Igor had stopped and they looked at each other. Doubt. It was there again. "Of course it's a good idea. It's a GREAT idea! Stop being scared and do it! You're a man, now aren't you? Get in there and speak your mind!" He waved him up to get moving, but then quickly grabbed the ladder when it shook a little. Okay, he wanted down now.

Barth started at the voice, making an undignified yipping sound and dropping the textbook he'd been reading. ...Had he actually been doing homework? The textbook looked dirty and a little worse for the wear. He wedged it discreetly in between himself and the couch, as if he had been reading a Hornz magazine instead.

"Oh. Oh it's, err- when did you...?"

He was used to Christof popping in unannounced. It was the announcing that threw him off.

What happened to your...?"

Barth gestured vaguely to his own mouth.

The hunchback straightened (sort of. At least in spirit.) and tugged at his open scarf, pursing his lips as he tried to grab at any of the countless things that had been running through his mind to ramble. "M-mithter Calder Fixthed me," He announced, face flushing, "And.... and he... he er..." He glanced anxiously to the Kelpie before stiffening and his hands balled into fists. "I... I am... and I am THICK and TIRED of being your bloody MAID!" The crack in the dam he had so carefully been shouldering suddenly gave way, and what happened next he would only remember later as a horrible blur.

"You THAY you are thith brilliant inventor and you do HAVE really interethting ideath but you never DO any of them! You hardly finith your blueprinth half the time! Jutht waithted potential and for fear'th thake you can't even theem to pick your UNDERPANTH UP motht of the time and I've THEEN you have ladieth here thomeimeth and that ith NO way to entertain and I jutht want to do proper work with a proper inventor but how can I when he won't invent! And hardly any doomthday devithes at all that mathaging chair bed DOETH NOT COUNT and even when I humor you you theem half hearted when we play your Gameth and I don't think you even LIKE me and how come you've had LADIETH in here I don't underthtand what they THEE in you but they're alwayth all over you and it'th not FAIR! We were WARNED about thloth demonth like you and now I UNDERTHTAND WHY! You're a lathy, boring, UTHLETH mathter, and there'th no way working under you could amount me to ANYTHING!"

As though to punctuate the rant, he stormed forward to kick the coffee table with a guttural snarl, and he stood, panting and glowering at his so-called "Master" with every patch of his face crimson.

The hunchback gaped, eyes widening in.... well... confusion, really. He had expected a slow burning fuse, biding the seconds before the demon called him Insolent and threw him out the window. But... he looked... BASHFUL!

He sagged, deflated and the wind out of him as he glanced anxiously to Calder. "Ith... ith thith how it'th thuppothed to go?" He managed weakly in his attempt at a whisper. Where was his beating? His being locked in the closet until he promised to behave? JUST MORE THINGS BARTH DID NOT DO RIGHT. His brain was aching and he wasn't sure if it was the sugar high ebbing or the situation. With every word he had snarled to the Sloth, his tongue had been throbbing, it's seam burning and itching in his mouth, which did not help the ache in his brain. That's just what happened. He paid it no mind. Even if his Master was.... completely and miserably useless ever still, he did feel a bit better.

Christof shifted, feeling rather stupid as he reached in to rub at the burning stitches in his mouth a moment, wobbling a little in confusion. "Ah... I... I think that'th all..." He managed quietly, flushing himself at Barth's compliments. He did find him useful? Well, of course he did! He was a loyal servant, of course he'd find him useful.

He was just shuffling to the window before freezing. Wait. Wait a minute. He whirled around again, his face wrought with hurt, "I.... I'm n-not your firtht?"

The hunchback stopped, a hand on the windowsill as he shifted from one foot to the other, trying to digest what Barth had said. Carefully, he murmured although by the sound of his slurr, the words were more labored than before, "Bethideth my.. my Creator, you're my firtht. I don't know what I exthpected." Not... sitting on a comfy sofa doing practically nothing, anyway. "I'm not thure. About the thpeaking." His tongue was throbbing now, but since the initial outburst it had begun to settle down a hair. "Itth... jutht an exthperiment. At the moment anyway." He wasn't sure if he liked it. Things were... less complicated when he kept them to himself for the most part. He turned, giving the demon a slight bow as he pulled his scarf up tight again in a nervious gesture, "I'm thorry to have bothered you, Mathter."