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 Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2011 9:27 pm
If anyone looked down the reaper hallway at that exact moment, they would see a bubbly, bouncing girl with orange hair flying behind her, tail swishing to the beat of some nonexistent song. She was guitaring in the air, looking absentmindedly for Roch's dorm.
In fact, she walked past it.
She only realized her error when she reached the end of the hallway, and there was no Roch. Giggling, she turned straight back around and headed for Roch's dorm.
Danny burst into the room and shouted "ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOCH," but he wasn't there. Why wasn't anyone ever at their dorm! It was so so frustrating having to find them.
There was even a guitar slung over her back this time. Danny had actually remembered something Roch had told her and brought the guitar! It's little stickers seemed to squiggle in the joy of being used. Of course, they were just stickers right? They couldn't move.
Danny threw herself on Roch's bed and once again shouted, "Rooooch WHERE ARE YOUUUUU~"
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Posted: Sun Jul 03, 2011 11:15 am
Roch looked out of the bathroom, his hair hanging around his face, only his pants on. "The jackin' dye's faded," he muttered. "And how in the hell did it get this long overnight?" he added darkly, only seeming to notice her then.
"I thought you didn't like the reaper dorm," he said rudely, heading back into the bathroom and starting to dig through all his hair stuff for a comb and gel.
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Posted: Sun Jul 03, 2011 5:56 pm
Danny didn't respond to Roch for a moment, because she was too busy looking at his hair. It really did seem longer. Less .... purple-y too. Maybe he could change his hair color magically? That would be cool.
Roch had a problem with his hair? "It's so long and shaggy! I like this hair, cause you can play with it and style it and have fun with it and stick things it it." That probably wasn't what Roch wanted to hear at the moment, but the fire ghoul couldn't help it. Danny loooooved long hair- that's why she had it! He was muttering about it being too long. "Oh you wanna get it cut though, right? You said something about that on groanspring." Ha! She could remember things!
If Roch's tone was rude, Danny didn't notice it. "No I like the reaper dorm! Cause you're here silly!" Danny's tail whipped back and forth happily and she gave a big toothy grin.
Roch totally ignored her! He was already heading back into the bathroom. She sort of flopped off the bed, tripping over a few unpacked boxes.
Danny peeked over Roch's shoulder like an annoying little sister. "So whatcha doin'?" Danny's eyes went big when she saw just how many shiny things Roch had in one drawer. She didn't say anything at the moment, but she was totally eyeing a silver comb in the corner. So shiiiiny...
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Posted: Sun Jul 03, 2011 6:04 pm
"I think I'll just dye the entire thing purple," Roch declared, reaching for the boxes of dye he kept on the counter. He tossed them this way and that, pulling up a purple box and looking at it for a moment. "I hate my hair like that. Old Ms Wheedle--" He stopped, then shrugged, ripping the top off the box.
"Why aren't you off giving Claire sympathy for me being a d**k?" he asked, putting the box down again. "That's sure as hell what she's looking for right now."
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Posted: Sun Jul 03, 2011 6:50 pm
Danny was horrified. "All of it?!" Wait that wasn't a bad thing. "Oh. No wait. That's okay. You should die it orange!" Danny had a brilliant idea. "WE COULD MATCH ROCH!!" She stared at him like she had just suggestion the best idea ever. Because it was the best idea ever.
"Come to think of it, why do you change your hair so much?" Danny literally knew nothing about Roch's past, except that he grew up in a "ghetto" (whatever that was).
Wait wait, Ms. Wheedle? "Who's Ms. Wheedle?" Danny gasped when she came upon the realization. They must be lovers. Hurriedly, Danny spat out, "Oh Oh! You don't have to tell me if you don't wanna. 'Cause like, privacy and all!" Maybe that was why Roch had been so cross last night. He was sad about not being able to go to prom with his beloved Ms. Wheedle.
Wooooah. Slow down there Roch.
"Being a .... what? What's Claire doing?" Danny thought for a moment, "Oh! Did she feed you something icky last night? Is that why you were so grumpy? Moure and I were thinking that was the reason, but you left so soon I couldn't ask." Danny nodded, affirming her accusation.
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Posted: Sun Jul 03, 2011 6:56 pm
He just stared at her as the questions poured out of her mouth like water flowing from a crack in the ceiling. Mentally he took a second to go over all she had asked and decide what he wanted to tell her. "First off, no orange. Not going to happen. And even if it was orange, we wouldn't match, okay? Secondly somehow the purple faded since I dyed it last, and now it's just blonde. That means it's gotta be dyed again. I ain't changing it, I'm changing it BACK."
"And Ms. Wheedle's a--no, you're right, privacy and all that," he said, a little smile pulling at his lips as he pictured the tiny little zombie lady with the gigantic pink beehive. She had been meaner than s**t. Man he missed her.
Then he just stared at her, not really wanting to talk about Claire, but at the same time wanting to blow some steam.
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Posted: Sun Jul 03, 2011 11:48 pm
Awwww. Orange was really the best color. Roch would work it too! Oh well. "Well are you gonna get it cut?" Danny thought of her own "haircutting" abilities. She had cut her own hair and Oersted's for a while because her parents never remembered to send them to the barbers. She wasn't the best at it though- after all, Danny preferred longer hair. More hair to whip back and forth.
Danny blushed bright when Roch mentioned privacy with Ms. Wheedle. She wasn't about to pry any deeper, but she just knew she was Roch's lover. There was this look in his eyes that said it.
When she thought Roch wasn't looking, Danny carefully slipped her hand into the drawer and nabbed the silver comb she had been eyeing. This shiny is all mine! she thought happily.
Danny realized there was a horrible awkward silence though. Glancing around she realized Roch had now begun to stare at her. She looked around worriedly, saying, "What? Is there something around me?" She honestly saw nothing.
Seeing no other place to sit, Danny propped herself up onto Moure's sink counter. There was enough room for her to sit and for him to do his hair in peace. She looked at him looking at her. Staring contest? Nahhh. Not the time or place.
She nudged him and said, "Black cat got your tongue? C'mon you can tell Auntie Danny about the big bad Claire." Danny would probably believe whatever Roch said, unfortunately. She was far too gullible to truly engage in gossip.
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Posted: Mon Jul 04, 2011 10:04 am
"Why is it that she's such a--such a moron?!" he demanded, the words bursting forth from deep within. "And it's not just that she doesn't get it, it's that damn dirty way of going on GROANSPRING and announcing everything to the jackdamn world!! EVERYTHING becomes a fact of the day, Danny! Even asking me to prom! Do you know how jacked up that is?? I had no choice, so I went with it, and then what do you think she does? She hooks up with another guy in the middle of it, AFTER FORCING me to go with her in the first place!"
His eyes were flashing, his breathing was harsh, but he had only just started. "And then--then--she CRIES for no jackin' reason, and expects everyone to pat her head and tell her that SHE'S right because she's jackin' CLAIRE! THIS IS ABSOLUTE BULLSHIT!" he bellowed.
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Posted: Mon Jul 04, 2011 12:05 pm
Danny's eyes went big as Roch suddenly exploded with words. She tried to follow his story, she really did, but with so many cuss words, it was a tad hard. Danny got the basic idea though- Roch was upset because Claire asked him to prom, and then started dating Moure part way through (though Danny still wasn't sure if Moure and Claire were officially a "couple"). Then she cried ... and something about groanspring.
Now Roch was really screaming, and Danny did something completely impulsive.
Two tanned arms reached out, grabbed Roch's head and pulled it close to her. Internally she was screaming, because Roch's hair was still wet, but she knew her friend needed some form of comfort, even if he didn't want it. "Roch ... shhhh, it's okay," she whispered. Danny hesitantly patted his head, making sure none of the the water dropped onto her tail (which was jammed against the back wall for ultimate protection).
Danny let him out of the hug and looked at him with very serious eyes. "What's making you the most upset? Is it really that they're mismatched? Maybe you like Claire? She was completely serious, but her eyes shined with a hint of a smile. She wasn't upset, she really wanted to help. The poor fire ghoul couldn't help if Roch wouldn't let her though.
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Posted: Mon Jul 04, 2011 12:41 pm
He stared at her, blankly for a long moment, not saying a thing about being held. "Danny," he said quietly. "Were you listening to anything I just said? She's stupid, she plays dirty, and I jackin' hate mismatched pairs because--"
He pulled away, running his hand through his hair. "You asked me in Sex Ed about my dad, remember? I have a dad. But my Ma--" He seemed to have trouble with this more than anything. "Let's just say they had nothing in common, except her liking the booze he bought. And when the booze was gone, so was she."
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Posted: Mon Jul 04, 2011 1:09 pm
Danny listened to his short story very attentively. It was hard for her to keep herself so concentrated, but she knew Roch really needed it at the moment. When Roch finished telling his story Danny couldn't help but feel sorry for him.
No, it wasn't pity. She knew Roch was tougher than that. Mostly she felt ... upset that Roch had to go through all of that alone. Danny couldn't even imagine her parents leaving her.
"Roch I didn't ... but ..." she couldn't really think of the right words. How do you console someone who's been angry their entire life?
Nodding, she finally figured out what she wanted to say. "Roch I'm so sorry ... but ... you can't take that out on people. When you get upset, you can beat me up, but if you beat others up you might end up really hurting someone." She sighed and tugged on her ponytail with nervousness. Danny was never really good at pep talks, but she was trying really hard with this one. Gripping the counter she looked down for a moment, then back up at Roch with a smile and said, "Lean on me, yeah?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 04, 2011 1:15 pm
He grinned at her, the smile not quite reaching his eyes. "I didn't beat anyone up, Danny. I just snapped at people a little. But yeah, thanks," he said, "Just... don't go tellin' everybody what I just told you, alright? Last thing I want is people thinkin' I'm some sort of poor orphan boy."
He turned, going to the drawer where his combs were, and opening it. "Have you seen my silver comb?" he asked.
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Posted: Mon Jul 04, 2011 7:21 pm
Even though Roch was smiling, he still looked ... sad. Danny gave a sort of half frown to Roch unconsciously. Still, her eyes lightened when Roch entrusted her with something. She felt ... important. Proud even. Impulsively, she grabbed Roch's hands and said, "You secret is safe with me!" then nodded with a determined face. She would keep his secret forever.
When Roch asked about his comb though, Danny immediately let go of his hands. "Silver comb? You have a silver comb? Nope I haven't seen a silver comb," she said hesitantly, scratching the back of her neck. She thrust her hands into her pockets and scooted towards the wall,
Danny sucked at lying.
"D-did you check the drawer? I bet it's in there, you probably just missed it," Danny nodded viciously. Her grip on the comb in her pocket tightened a bit more. She was not giving up the shiny she rightfully stole! After all, Roch wouldn't need it. He had like eighty.
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Posted: Mon Jul 04, 2011 7:40 pm
His eyes narrowed on her, seeing the guilt. "Danny... I've stolen entire FENCES and looked more innocent than you do right now," he told her. "Now hand over the comb," he added, holding out his hand.
Somehow, though, his telling the truth seemed even more strange than her lying.
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Posted: Mon Jul 04, 2011 8:12 pm
Danny gave Roch a hard, serious look. "No way. You can't fit fences in your pocket stupid Roch," she said. Boy did she prove him wrong. She sat there with a giant smirk on her face.
Somehow though ... he figured out she had the comb. Roch must've had the power to see through lies. Sadly, she took the comb out of her pocket and began to hand it over to Roch, "Well I'm sorry..." she began to say when ...
She snatched the comb out of his hand, hopped off the counter and ran for the door. Finishing her sentence, she shouted, "Sorry that you're so dumb, Stupid Roch!" She laughed and then bolted out the door. She peeked in one last time though and blew a fireball towards Roch's pants. His pants would forever be hot.
Then Danny really did bolt out the door, headed towards the back of the reaper dorms, like an idiot. She waved the comb around like it was a trophy for the maceball championship.
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