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 Posted: Sat Sep 10, 2011 9:08 pm
It's been quite some time since Prom had occured, and Moure still wasn't sure why Roch had gotten so mad at him then. Ever since that night though, Roch had seemed to loathe the Runner, judging by the looks at glares he'd gotten at the FMC meeting. The patchwork had gotten the feeling that Roch no longer wanted him in that club, which confused him to no end. Roch was the one who'd invited Moure to attend in the first place, after all, so why such a change in opinion?
Moure wasn't sure why the other boil was so mad, but he didn't like it. This had all gone on for long enough though, so Moure was going to try to smooth things out.
As such, Moure found himself headed to the Reaper's Dorm one day, with a pizza box in one of his hands. It was a large Meat Lover's Pizza from Pap Blood's, the same kind of pizza Roch had gotten Moure to get him the first time they'd met. After entering the building, Moure realized he had no idea where exactly Roch's room was. He probably should have asked Danny where in the Reaper's Dorms Roch lived, but he hadn't seen her recently. Ah well, he'd just have to find the room himself.
After some pacing of the hallways, Moure eventually found a room with Roch's name attached to it. He braced himself, then gave a quick knock on the door.
Hopefully Roch would see the pizza box in his hands before closing the door in his face, if it came to that.
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Posted: Sat Sep 10, 2011 9:12 pm
A strange scrabbling sound came from the other side of the door before the knob turned and it slowly swung open. A tiny little sprite looked around the edge of the door at him curiously before fluttering away to land on the boil lounging on the gigantic papasan couch in the middle of the room.
"Thanks, screechie," Roch said, patting Riff's head and getting a kiss on the cheek before she made herself comfortable on his shoulder. He seemed pretty happy, his guitar in his hands, his sprite on his shoulder--until he saw who had come.
"Moure," he said quietly.
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Posted: Sat Sep 10, 2011 9:45 pm
Moure waited for the door to open, and then, to his surprise, watched the little sprite-like minipet look at him and then fly over to Roch. Well, this was going better then he'd expected. So far he hadn't gotten a door slammed in his face, so he was making progress. (Although technically Roch wasn't close enough to slam it in his face, so...)
The Runner saw Roch's face change expressions, and felt like his changes at smoothing things over might be slipping away. As the reaper spoke his name, Moure gave a slight nod, and then said quietly back, "Roch...could I come in?"
After a moment, he looked down at what he was holding, then nodded at it. "I, uh, brought you a pizza." He stated, rather lamely. Moure really didn't know what else to say. He would've started trying to apologize right there, but he wasn't exactly sure what he'd done to make Roch so mad.
The Runner simply stood quietly at the edge of the door, waiting for the Reaper's answer. After all, if Roch didn't actually want to let him come in, Moure wasn't going to go against his wishes. The patchwork was just going to do whatever he needed to do to fix whatever he'd done to make Roch loathe him so.
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 6:19 am
Why? The question slipped into the punk boil's mind, and refused to leave. Why did this boil even give a s**t about what some gutter trash thought about him? Why was Roch the one sitting in the position of power? This school... they really didn't understand who he was, did they? Even the kids MADE to be servants had higher societal standing than he did, he knew that.
But they didn't seem to. They came baring pizzas or followed him in jackin' clubs for musicians, or wanted him as the main entertainment for their booths. HIM. Hell, this place...
"I can't pay you back," he said, reaching up and touching Jackdammit who was lounging on the back of the couch/bed. It said something when the starving stray rubbed his head into Roch's hand rather than try to kill him. "I'm broke."
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 5:26 pm
Moure waited, somewhat anxiously, as Roch seemed to take a moment to think. He shifted from one foot to the other, instinctively needing a bit of motion in his stance.
As Roch finally responded, Moure gave a slight shake of his head. "Doesn't matter. You're not supposed topay me back. It's, uhm, an apology pizza." He took the other's response as an invitation in, and took a step inside. After a moment he crossed to where the couch was located and offered out the Papa Blood's Meat Lover's Pizza box to the reaper, clearly indicating that it was for Roch.
Moure glanced at the stray minipet, which reminded him of his own pets back in his dorm, before speaking again. "I...I was hoping we could, ah, smooth things out..." Moure trailed off, unsure of what to say after that. It wasn't everyday that he offered someone an apology for making that someone mad by doing something, especially when he wasn't exactly sure what that something was. But in any case, it'd been long enough after Prom that Moure might as well see if he could fix whatever he'd done to make the reaper so upset.
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 5:36 pm
"Why?" Roch asked. "I don't give a jack about what happened anymore, to be honest," he said flatly. "But you might not wanna agree to date someone in the middle of their date with someone else, who knows how pissed off the next guy will be?"
He took the pizza and tossed it onto the desk, not bothering to open it. "What happened that night between you and Claire, anyway?" he asked.
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 6:15 pm
Moure was slightly taken back by Roch's first utterance. "Why?" He repeated, an eyebrow raising. At the rest of the statement though, it clicked as to why Roch was so mad, at least partically. "Well, for the first question, I just...I don't see any good coming of leaving someone who could've been a friend mad at me for the rest of our years here." When he said this, the actuality that Moure really didn't have many friends set in. Sure, he had good aquaintences, like Bul, and people he'd run an Errand for, once or twice... But he didn't truly have many people he could call a real friend other than Danny. Their first meeting had had some potential of friendship, and Moure didn't know why he would simply let that die over something like talking to a ghoul at Prom.
To the statement of 'date someone' though, Moure gave a slight head tilt. "It wasn't really agreeing to really 'date', actually..." He trailed off. When Roch put the pizza on the desk, Moure figured something was seriously wrong in the other boil's life if not even a pizza would help. To the reaper's next question though, Moure ran an hand through his shaggy hair, then spoke. "Not much, actually. After you asked to cut in with Danny, I went over and talked to Claire. She told me she liked me, so I asked if maybe she'd want to talk and see if we had anything in common sometime. It wasn't really like asking to date exclusively or anything. It was barely even asking for a date. It was simply asking if we would have any similarities which would make us want to date each other in the first place." Moure gave a slight sigh out and shifted his footing slightly. That was honestly what had happened, or at least how Moure had seen it. He gave a helpless shrug and continued. "That's why I was so confused when you came up to talk with me and Danny later. I didn't realize that it would be taken that way...I haven't even seen Claire since Prom either." Opportunities had never come up, and they just never seemed to see each-other anywhere.
Explaination told, Moure waited to see how the reaper would react, hoping it wouldn't go over too badly.
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 6:29 pm
"Really," Roch drawled. And Claire had made it sound like-- He snorted. "Jack save me from stupidity, cuz no one else seems to be. You and Claire, I'm giving you odds you got nothin' in common whatsoever, except--" he said, ever honest, "you might enjoy bein' bossed around and she'd probably enjoy bossing you around."
He shook his head. "It doesn't matter to me anymore," he said, a bit shocked to find out it was true. "Hell, I met Xiu on the same night, so in a way I guess I'm just as guilty. Course it took me MONTHS where Claire tried to jump you--how long had you been in school at that time? A week or two?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 7:03 pm
Moure braced himself for whatever the other boil was going to say, prepared for the worst.
Which really...didn't come. Roch seemed to be a lot more loose about the topic, and Moure barely hid his surprise. At the statement of what they had in common, Moure listened, blinking once or twice. The honesty wasn't wasted, and Moure said, quite sincerely, "Good to know. That probably is all, really..." Moure remembered their conversation in the cafeteria a few days before Prom, and realized the reaper was probably right.
"Ah, really?" Moure half-asked, a tad surprised to hear that from the reaper. What had happened recently to put Roch through such a perspective change? As the punk mentioned Xiu, Moure tilted his head. "You like Xiu?" This was news to Moure. Then again, the Runner realized that, with her caring personality, it was hard not to get along with the Baku, so it did make sense for the reaper to like her. At the question of how long Moure had been in school at the time, he gave a slight shrug. "Somewhere around there. I think we were enrolled around the same time, so however long before Prom that was." Moure was surprised that the conversation was going alright, and he was rather glad that it was, in fact, going over that well.
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 7:14 pm
It... y'know, it was easier to keep a grudge when you didn't talk to the guy, Roch thought, feeling like a burden was lifting. "Yeah," he said. "And hell, I don't know what I've got in common with her, either," he admitted more to himself than to the patchwork. But oh well.
"Hey," he said. "When you're here, you aren't anyone's servant. You're just another student. You need to remember that, alright? And just cuz a ghoul hits on you doesn't mean you gotta date her. Also, don't agree to go out with people when they're datin' someone else--or just on a date with someone else, no matter how lousy a job the guy is doin'."
He grabbed the pizza box, popping it open. "Want some?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 8:03 pm
As the Roch began to speak, Moure nodded once, listening. He gave a slight grin and said, "She's a nice ghoul. You two have a love of music in common, though, right?" The patchwork remembered that Xiu had been at the FMC meetings, if memory served correctly. That was probably more than Moure had in common with Claire, at least.
Roch's next words caused Moure to look over at the reaper, his eyebrows pushing up in surprise. Then, he gave an acknowledging nod, slightly stammering in response. "I...well, I guess I'm still recovering from my life before coming here. I'm a bit hardwired to think like that, you know?" He gave a shake of his head, remembering how different the people's pasts at the school seemed compared to his own. Looking at Roch, Moure figured the punk's was probably just as different as Moure's was from the rest of the school roster's. At the comment about dating ghouls, Moure gave another nod. "I'll keep that in mind." It sounded like good advice, after all.
When Roch took the pizza box from his desk, Moure gave an inner sigh of relief. If he was accepting enough to eat pizza, that meant he was probably over the whole thing. Moure looked at the meat-caked slices for a moment, then said with a slight grin, "Only if you want to give me some. That pizza is all yours, otherwise. I know you can inhale one as fast as I can pick one up from the maul, after all."It wouldn't do to take some of a boil's favorite pizza after giving it to him, at least not without their full consent.
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 8:13 pm
"I wouldn't have offered if I didn't want you to have some," Roch said, taking a slice and eating it, all the while holding out the box to the other boil. "Grab a seat," he added, nodding at the chair at the desk. "That way I don't gotta hold this box the entire time."
He put the pizza on the bed between him and the chair of the desk, then offered a little piece of cheese to his sprite and a chunk of meat to his cat. "I kinda picked up on the hardwiring earlier," he admitted. "Must suck."
Jack, he had KNOWN that Moure was a tool--er, as in the type to be used--er, never mind, going nowhere fast with that one. He'd just been biased with Claire because of--
Yeah, that was REALLY stupid, Roch.
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 8:43 pm
"If you're sure." Moure said, taking a slice from the offered box. Following the other's nod, he took a seat at the desk, leaning against the chair's back. "Makes sense. And thanks." He said, nodding at the pizza, although his words could apply to the entire situation at hand too.
After the pizza box was placed down, Moure watched Roch feed his pets while having a bite of his own slice. The other boil's words took him slight off guard. "Is it that obvious?" He asked, an eyebrow raising slightly. He meant the question mostly joking, as he knew people could tell he was used to doing things for others. To the latter of the statements, Moure gave a bit of a nod. "Hahh....yeah, I guess it does a little, at least in this setting. Heh, if I hadn't had that wiring back home though, I would've been recycled faster than you can eat a burger. Or worse, probably." He gave a shrug and a bit of an accepting chuckle, but his words had a note of seriousness in them.
Moure took a bite of his pizza slice, wondering how his response would go over with the punk. People seemed to have very different reactions to his background, although Moure had no problem with telling people of it.
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 8:56 pm
"Recycled, huh?" Roch said, thinking about it. "Yeah, I can see that," he admitted, frowning slightly. "You feel as awkward here as I do?" he asked quietly, a serious expression on his face. "I mean, I wasn't threatened with recycling or anything, but--"
He let it linger, shrugging slightly. "I sure as hell ain't like a lot of the people here, either." It seemed obvious. Just look at his empty as hell room. He ate another slice of pizza, waiting for the patchwork to reply.
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Posted: Mon Sep 12, 2011 6:05 pm
Moure gave a slight nod to the reaper's calm response to his own situation before coming to the Academy. "Explains my, ah, eagerness to please, doesn't it? At least partially, anyway..." The patchwork gave a shrug and a slightly bitter laugh. To the latter of the first comments, about if he felt awkward here too, Moure paused, then gave a nod. "It's nothing like where I came from either. Everything is so different here. I'm going to guess that this was a step-up, if not a confusing improvement, from your past too?" Moure didn't mean to pry, and would back off the questions if Roch seemed uncomfortable with them.
To the next bit, Moure responded with,"Me neither. Seems like most people here come from real families, ones who'll pay for everything they might ever need...And my, ah, 'mother' definitely doesn't follow the parental pattern the other students seem to have..." Moure put the word 'mother' in air quotes, as he considered Dr. Cphira to be more of a menacing presence then a caring mom. He gave a short laugh, as if at his own lot in life. "Hehhh...she didn't even want me coming here. It makes me wonder how I ever got enrolled in the first place..." It was an invitation for questions, judging by the way Moure said it. If hearing about Moure's past would make Roch feel any better about his own lot in life, Moure would freely speak. Similarly, if Roch wanted to tell him or get something off his chest, the patchwork was willing to listen.
Moure took another bite of his pizza slice, waiting for the punk to respond.
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