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 Posted: Wed Jun 01, 2011 9:19 am
Mac knew he probably shouldn't have gotten it.
Yet he did it anyway, really unable to help himself. The Reaper convinced himself it was a preventative measure; strictly just in case. Who knows when you might need it, right? It could happen any time. Any time. It still didn't change how awkward he felt now that he had it.
The duplicate key to Lizzy's room, copied without her consent.
It could get him into a lot of trouble if anyone found out! More trouble than it was worth, really. Besides, knowing him? It'd probably be put somewhere and forgotten, or adopted by one of the Permas or firefoxes that lived in his room. The point was he had it, and he was doing his best to shut up his conscience about it.
The duplicate key had been dropped in his room, and Mac was now on his way to the Demon dorms later that night, the real key sitting in his pocket. Though he had it, he took the extra step to actually knock on her door.
"Lizzy? Are you awake? Open up. I think I have something of yours."
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Posted: Wed Jun 01, 2011 9:37 am
Lizzy was cleaning up her room, a feather duster in hand, although it probably looks just as messy and cobweb-infested as it was earlier in the day to everyone but her. To her, there was a small improvement, and she was feeling rather pleased with herself for being productive for the first time in days; Amrita and Mac's visit sort of did the trick, although she still felt a little odd.
Hopefully, that feeling wouldn't linger for long. There's a paintball match to spectate soon, after all.
She froze when she heard a knock on her door; it was getting late, and she wasn't expecting anyone. Then again, when does Mac ever warn her before coming down anyway? She was on her way to open the door when she realized that she was supposed to be sick... And there was no way she could have recovered in the few hours since he was here.
"Uhh, y-yeah! Hold on!" She tried her best to use a softer voice to indicate that she was still unwell before quickly dumping the whole feather duster into her bin to hide it. Sliding over to the door, she opened it before looking up at the reaper with a small smile, leaning on the frame of the door, "Hi."
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Posted: Wed Jun 01, 2011 9:47 am
Mac couldn't resist rolling his eyes at the closed door when he heard the softer voice. Oh, Lizzy...he wasn't convinced that she was actually sick, then again...he'd never seen her sick, so it wasn't like he had much to go by. Instead, he was recalling his little sister when she got sick. They were very different, but they were both ghouls; his Aunt barely got sick, so he had little to go by there.
"Hello." He said flatly, looking down at her. "You're looking better." Next, black eyes lifted to observe the room, his brows lifting a little bit. It looked...different. Very, very slightly different, but enough to make him curious. "I think this is yours." He reached into his pocket and pulled out they key, holding it up to her all without looking at her; he was still gazing past her at the room, trying to figure out what was different.
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Posted: Wed Jun 01, 2011 10:00 am
"Yeah... I got up and moved around a bit after I woke up from my nap," She nodded, twirling a lock of hair around her finger, "I guess it did me some good?" Again, it wasn't exactly a lie... It's just not the whole truth, although Mac doesn't need to know that!
She stared at the key that he procured produced for a moment, not quite sure why he was giving it to her, before it finally clicked that the key belonged to her; he probably forgot to return it after Rosenthal (that little adorable traitor!) gave it to him and Amrita. Taking it after muttering 'thanks', she noticed that he was staring into her room; he couldn't have noticed the difference, right?
He probably wasn't paying much attention to her room earlier, after all...
"Is that all?" She blinked, wondering if he really came all the way down just to return her key. Besides, she wanted to distract him from staring at her room.
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Posted: Wed Jun 01, 2011 10:05 am
"Yup." Was Mac's reply to her muttered Thanks, still trying to figure out what was different about the room. There were so many webs before and there were still a lot now, but something in his eidetic memory was nagging him that it was different. At her question, he finally stopped looking at her room and turned black eyes down to her.
"Actually, no." At this he started to step forward, more or less inviting himself into the room, or at least trying to force her to step back. While he didn't want to be in these dorms, he felt like he had no other choice; it was bothering him, and he needed to be sure. "I have this hypochondriac of an Aunt, you see~" He started.
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Posted: Wed Jun 01, 2011 10:18 am
"Uhhh-" She knew better than to stop him from entering, so she pouted before stepping aside, allowing him in. Closing the door, she followed after him, tossing the key on the top of her table; she does have an idea on how to make him not want to stay long - relentless use of her nickname for him coupled with lots of hugs. Of course, the latter was more for her own benefit, really.
"Oh?" She tilted her head, not quite sure what he was getting at; she had never really heard him mention his family before, after all... Clinging to his arm, she tugged him towards her bed before flopping down on it and staring up at him, "What about your aunt?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 01, 2011 10:29 am
Mac startled when she took his arm, understandably drawn away from staring at her room again while he focused everything he had on not wrestling his limb from her grasp. Apparently, despite the field trip, that mild phobia was still there. Yes, mild phobia. He gave her bed an odd stare, but since she had let him go he thought nothing of it. Instead, he stood in front of her, looking down.
"I was talking to her today, you see...and I started coughing." It was a damned lie now, but since she had refused to give up the name of her sickness and was so sneaky about it...well, he had to try. "She started getting all worried, asking me if I had Jox cough or any skitter bites, and I may have mentioned that you were sick." Looking away, he tried his best to sound convincing. "So she's on my case to find out what you had, just to make sure not-demons can't get it."
He stared at the space on her bed beside her, considering sitting down. But he did not, he stayed standing.
"So you see my problem...I just need the name of what you have - had - and I'll leave you alone."
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Posted: Wed Jun 01, 2011 10:50 am
"Y-You did? Are you still coughing?" She was worried now; he might not have gotten it from her (since she's not sick) but being sick in general is terrible, regardless of the source. She reached out, tugging him on his wrist towards her bed with the intention of making him sit down, just in case he was getting sick. Frowning, she patted the space beside her with her other hand, "Sit!"
She wasn't saying that because Mac is a Puppy. Nope.
"I... I don't know..." She muttered, still holding onto his wrist, looking rather upset now, "Maybe... Um, you have weak lungs? Allergic to cobweb? Not used to it?" It's all her fault then, if that's the case...
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Posted: Wed Jun 01, 2011 11:11 am
"Sometimes." Mac wasn't the greatest liar, but it was under the pretense of a very overbearing (and imaginary) hypochonriac Aunt. His attention had turned back to the room, trying to figure out what was different while giving himself an easier way to lie; not as much eye contact gave him better chances. The sudden tug on his wrist startled him, his stumble forward stopped by a knee propped up on the edge of the bed. His free hand had shot out towards a space on the mattress at her side as though ready to catch himself, his fingers covering above the blankets...dangerously close to her side.
"Don't DO that!" He growled out after staring down at her with wide-eyed surprise, leaning back quickly to straighten himself...and to try and wretch his wrist free from her grasp. "I'm not going to sit, I'm not staying, just tell me what you have and let me go." His eyes were narrowed; he didn't like being caught off guard like that, especially in a demon's room. A female demon's room.
"Please." He added as an afterthought, and grudgingly so.
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Posted: Wed Jun 01, 2011 11:28 am
Her face went red when Mac came too close for comfort, although it was entirely her fault. She barely stopped herself from calling him a puppy as she quickly let go and shuffled backwards on her bed, pulling her legs up and hugging them to her chest.
"Sorry..."
Lizzy's voice was soft, and sounded choked up; by now, Mac should have figured out that Rosenthal was out or there would be a minipet attached to his face already. She went quiet immediately after, staring down at her own feet, her toes curled up; she didn't even tell any of her ghoul friend about this... But... If Mac caught something from coming down because he was worried about her... Just thinking about it made her feel guilty and she hugged her legs even closer; he deserves to know the truth, right?
"I'm not sick. Not really..."
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Posted: Wed Jun 01, 2011 11:38 am
"Yeah yeah~" Mac waved a hand in dismissal, standing properly with his arms folded across his chest. The choking in her voice tugged very briefly at his heart strings; god damn demon girl wouldn't stop crying and just...wait. What was that? She wasn't sick, not really? Somehow, Mac looked victorious.
"I knew it!" It slipped out before he could stop saying it, but now he couldn't take it back. The Reaper's winning grin suddenly faded though, as he stared down at the Demoness, his head tilting a little bit; her position...mad her look strange to him. Like her room, something wasn't sitting right with him still, and as much as he wanted to just turn around and leave with the knowledge that he had been right about her apparent illness, he found himself still curious.
"...'Not Really'? What's wrong, then?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 01, 2011 11:47 am
"I should have figured you wouldn't come back just to return me my key," She mumbled at his outburst, still staring at her toes as her voice became even softer than before. Might as well she didn't look up at that moment; if she saw his grin, she might have done more than just cry and ignore him for life. And by 'for life' she means until he apologizes.
She didn't answer right away, as if trying to find a way to organize her thoughts. Inhaling sharply, she then paused before her eyes rolled up to stare at Mac, "Um... Have you ever... Feel like you're not good enough?"
She squirmed; wow, saying that caused her to feel extremely uncomfortable.
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Posted: Wed Jun 01, 2011 11:53 am
Mac felt pretty good about his win. He liked it when he was right, it just felt...well, right! As she contemplated her next words he stayed where he was; standing with his arms folded across his chest.
"No." Her question kicked in an automatic response. It wasn't until a moment later when he reflected on what was being said and the way she was curled up did he pause, sigh, and shake his head. Feel not good enough? Yes, yes he did feel that way. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he turned a bit and took a seat on the edge of her bed, his body turned to face her.
"...Yes." He corrected himself, dropping the hand from his face to wrap around one of his propped up knees. "Why?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 01, 2011 9:07 pm
Her gaze remained on Mac as he moved, not saying anything at the immediate 'no' she got from him. When he finally did sit down, she tilted her head in his direction; he just asked her a really difficult question to answer... Fidgeting with the edge of her nightgown, she started to stare at her toes again before looking up.
"Can you keep a secret?" She paused momentarily as she frowned, "Can you promise me to keep it a secret?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 01, 2011 10:37 pm
"Probably." Mac shrugged after a moment of serious pondering. In most instances he was a really lousy secret keeper, but in others he was pretty awesome at it; it really depended on what it was! He had to wonder what it was that got her so upset to lie to them. Well, he understood lying to him, but to that ghoul? That little ghoul she seemed to be BFFs with? It must have been serious.
"I will do my best~" He said, not committing to the promise, just in case. "I won't go screaming it to random strangers, I can promise that."
Geez, what more did she want?
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