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 Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2011 6:04 am
A few days after leaving Mort a message on Groanspring, Herryk decided to stop by Mort's dorm to see if he was in. It just so happened that Mort's dorm was simply a few doors down, and so it didn't take Herryk long to find it. Then again, the CAUTION: NERD AT WORK sign that decorated the door would have erased any doubts that Herryk had.
They were going on a mission today: Herryk needed an eyePhone, and he also wanted to check in with Mort since they hadn't really seen one another since the field trip. Sure, they'd talked on HIM and Groanspring, but that really couldn't compare to hangin' out with his friend (and neighbor)!
Lifting a wide fist, Herryk bashed his fist on Mort's door.
"Mort. Mort, it is Herryk."
It was a good thing that undeads had no need for real sleep because Herryk was being loud enough to wake the dead (no pun intended).
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2011 4:23 pm
The loud bangs startled Mort, and a scuffle was heard as several pig-like squeals dotted the ensuing reaction. "I-Is fine, is fine!" the zombie's reassurances went. Footsteps. More pigimp squealing, though less panicked this time. A snort. "Shhhh. Is just visitor." Another snort. "Briaaaan, away from door!"
Several scratches at the bottom of the door. Something the color of rotting green tried to poke its snout through the open crevice beneath the door. A leg nudged it away, and eventually the door was opened a crack. There Mortimer appeared, a rather scowly-faced dragie trying to get a good look at the would-be intruder from around his owner's legs.
"Hi, hi!" he greeted Herryk, pushing his glasses up. "How is? For eyePhone, y-yes? Will be ready, just need fix real quick."
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2011 4:39 pm
Herryk peered down at the dragie, one eyebrow slowly creeping upward before he turned his attention to Mort. A huge, broad smile erupted on Herryk's face when he saw the undead boil.
"Mort!" Herryk tried to peer into the room behind the zombie. "Herryk is here for shopping, yes. An eyePhone! For texting and pictures and interwebs. Mobile groanspring! Mobile HIM chatting!"
It was obvious that Herryk was very, very excited about buying a phone.
"What does Mort need to fix? Mort looks fine."
It was obvious that Herryk did not want to waste any time. Herryk wanted to get going so he could get his phone. It wasn't like Herryk needed to impress the ghouls when he had a smokin' ghoulfriend already. Then again, maybe Mort was looking for a ghoulfriend. Whatever.
"Herryk will wait," the draugr huffed, crossing his arms over his massive chest.
((and then herryk and mort made out and fell in love and there were rainbows and flowers and bubbles and hearts))
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2011 4:59 pm
"Yes, good stuff! U-Um, hold up."
The door was shut. Brian snarled. Mort shushed. Footsteps, dragging sounds. Soft growls. "Be good and get braincon. This good, yes?" More soft growling, but the satisfied kind. A sigh. "Will be back!" A high-pitched squeak, a second squeal, maybe a grunt. Shifting of clothes, something being donned. The door opened again, and there stood Mort with a coat and a small duffel bag in hand.
"Okay! Is good. Let's go."
There was indeed a man purse lying around somewhere in the chaos of his still-not-unpacked room, but there was no way he was going to show his bro something like that. It had to be manly. Duffel bag manly.
((And Freya watched the whole thing.))
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2011 5:55 pm
Herryk grunted, narrowing his eyes at the door. If he'd been wearing a watch he would have been checking it every five seconds. He heard Mort talking to one of the pets that he kept which was something that Herryk did all the time. That thought made Herryk smile.
When Mort came back to the door, Herryk's expression brightened once more. He clapped a rather large hand against Mort's back.
"Herryk is so thankful that Mort is coming with him. Herryk knows nothing about phones and technology." He beamed at the zombie before his eyes dropped to the duffel bag that Mort clutched.
"What is that?" It looked suspiciously like a purse, but Herryk didn't want to say anything.
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2011 10:37 pm
The why-are-minipets-so-stubborn-sometimes-weary smile turned into a genuine one as Herryk's meaty armed bro clasped his shoulder. "This? This is pur - w-wait, bag. Mort's bag. Man-bag. Not man-purse. Man-bag. For man-things."
Of course he didn't own a purse what are you talking about stop spreading your lies.
"L-Lez hurry on," he hastily pushed onward, pulling them onto the path towards the maul. "Might be sold out if too slow." Which was hardly going to happen, as the popular product was always shipping out new sets to keep up with demand. But hey, anything to keep Herryk away from the man-bag topic. "You say eyePhone. Have looked at eyePad? Is like bigger eyePhone, but no phone. Lotsa games and stuff for it though. Made new one recently that is waaaaant. Want want want."
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2011 11:00 pm
Look. Herryk had seen a lot of purses in his days. That thing? That thing there?
That was a purse.
Herryk's forehead wrinkled as he lifted his eyebrows in a 'Sure, whatever' expression. Maybe Herryk would look into getting a purse, too. Sometimes he lost things when they were rattling around in his loincloth.
"Herryk has never heard of an eyePad." The draugr shook his head. "Herryk needs a phone. So he can call Freya and other friends. Mostly Freya." Herryk shrugged and sent Mort a sideways glance. "Why does Mort not buy an eyePad?"
Herryk was pretty sure that Mort's purse was big enough to tote it around in.
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2011 11:34 pm
OhthankJackhehadletitdrop. An inner sigh of relief was let out.
As to why he didn't have an eyePad, well . . . Mort rubbed a thumb against two fingers with a small wince. "Don't have seeds for. Lotsa money. Could sell old stuff I has, but . . . like old stuff I has." Wasn't it like an undead to carry nostalgia for things they've owned for some time? Or rather, what others owned for some time longer than that? Mort himself was technically only two years old since he'd first been brought to Halloween Town.
Stuff like the not!purse he had right now? Mama's.
The maul stretched before them soon enough, a ghastly vision of multi-shopped horror.
"And if wait long enough, price go down," Mortimer went on. "Unless is collectible stuff. Then go up with time. But eyephones not collectible, so . . . was rambling. Sorry."
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2011 11:45 pm
"Herryk has a laptop," he sighed loudly as he caught sight of the maul. He detested the place, but there were certain necessities that could only be purchased there. Herryk had made a few purchases there, he'd also met a few nice ghouls at the maul. Lattice and Zurine were a few of the good things that had come from his visits to the maul.
"Since Herryk has a laptop there is not much of a need for an eyePad, hmm?"
He fell silent as they entered the maul. He would let Mort lead the way since Herryk wasn't sure which was the best store to visit to make such an extravagant purchase.
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2011 11:59 pm
"Not the same," Mort disagreed, though it took him a moment to respond. The loud chorus of other denizens at the maul always seemed to throw him off guard until his ears adjusted - probably due to his constantly zapped brain being slow on the uptake towards harsh stimuli.
Gesturing, he began to lead Herryk through the maze that was the maul, passing by Hellister; Crypt, Cave, and Beyond; and an AFC as they hit the edge of the food court. The smells coming out were, as usual, delectable. "Know several places. Worst Buy has good prices, lots selection. Fried is cheap. Mrrr . . . Depends how much you has."
Speaking of money . . . Where was Herryk keeping his stuff anyway? Mort almost wanted to see if the loincloth had a bulge, but that would have been just awkward on so many different levels.
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2011 8:32 pm
"Herryk... has enough," the undead grunted, his brow furrowing. The maul automatically put the draugr in a rather sour mood, but he shot a glance at Mort.
"Herryk has been to Fried to buy his laptop. Dale there is a nice boil." He shrugged. "Herryk has never been to the other. Whichever Mort would rather visit, or maybe both?" Herryk didn't really care which store they went to. He just wanted an eyePhone. He didn't spend much silver, having stockpiled quite a nice collection.
Not having to eat helped save, too.
"Mort can choose. Herryk is not picky."
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2011 9:35 pm
"Know Dale too?" Mort grinned. "Good guy. Smell funny sorta, but good guy."
Given the decision, Mort steered them onwards across the food court, ignoring the tantalizing smells that surrounded them. Sure, they might not have to eat, but it didn't mean eating wasn't pleasurable. Problem was, well, he really needed to save funds too . . . Those posters had been worth it, sure, but he'd forgotten how much they costed!
"Worst Buy then! Like to window shopping while you buy eyePhone." Window shopping gave the boil the sense of what it would be like to be rich: to be able to peruse any aisle, pick out what he wanted, and say "Deadit card" if someone asked about the high price. Not that high prices meant better quality all the time, but . . . unfortunately gaming things were somewhat on the expensive side for the most part.
The pair eventually hit the large store, having evaded the strange stares at Mort's "duffel bag" from a couple of strong-armed boils walking with their ghoulfriends. Worst Buy was a little active today, though at the least there was not a long line for the cashier. "Thar we go," Mort pointed out to Herryk, a line of varied colors their target to the left and back. "Just n-need pick color."
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2011 9:42 pm
Herryk brightened incredibly when he caught sight of the eyePhones. So many colors. So many beautiful colors. Herryk gave an excited sound as he reached out and grabbed Mort's upper arm carefully. "Oh Mort. Herryk is so excited. Come on!"
Moving towards the display at a breakneck speed, Herryk clasped his hands together and gave a little bounce. He looked ridiculous, that much was certain, but the draugr was just too excited to care. An eyePhone! For texting! Pictures! Groanspring! HIM!
"What is Mort's favorite color," Herryk asked as he reached for a blue phone.
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2011 9:53 pm
A zombie's death grip was one thing. Herryk's death grip was another, regardless of how careful he was. Mort was briefly reminded of the first time he met the draugr, during the Nordic love-hug.
Except this time it was on his arm and only his arm. Mort was a little surprised his stitches didn't come off as Herryk took off and pulled him alongside, like the dinged purple side-car to his big, black, muscley motorcycle.
What saved them from breaking things or knocking them over? Herryk's precision darting and Mortimer's innate skinniness.
It took the boil a second to recover from the speedy trip over, his brain having been shaken a tad in the lurch towards the exciting new product. "Mrr . . . ? M-Mine? Is yours, you pick." Honestly he liked a lot of the neutral or dark colors, and that blue one really brought out Herryk's eyes.
"Is like Freya's eyes," Mort added with a surprising moment of insight. "N' yours."
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2011 10:04 pm
"So Mort likes blue?" Herryk looked very, very pleased. "That is Herryk's favorite color, too!" Peering at the phones, Herryk gave Mort a sideways glance. Freya's eyes, huh? Well, Herryk couldn't be too upset. Mort did say he liked Herryk's eyes, too. It was just innocent commentary, Herryk supposed.
Reaching forward, Herryk grasped a blue-black phone. "What does Mort think of this one?" He hefted it in his hand and held it out to Mort. Herryk liked it just fine, but he hadn't spent a lot of time looking. Maybe he'd overlooked something that Mort could give input on?
Still holding out the phone, Herryk turned back to the display. "What does Mort want to do after this?"
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