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 Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2011 8:33 pm
Amrita sat alone in her room; well, alone as she could ever be. DC was with her as he was always in the room lately, but today he was sound asleep, curled up in the very back corner of his pet carrier. She was starting to feel better after the trip, and now being alone didn't bother her as much; now she was able to read instead of wallowing in the new emotions she discovered that day with the Master-Hunter's attack.
So reading it was, sitting on the floor with her knees pulled up, her feet tucked neatly under her and a book balanced precariously on her person. She hummed quietly to herself, idly playing with a lock of her own wavy hair, content to read the day away.
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2011 9:15 pm
Christof had spent a long time in front of his broken mirror. He knew it was a bad idea, he hated looking in the mirror, being anywhere NEAR a mirror, but sometimes it was unavoidable. If his true Master was watching, he made no sign, at least, giving him time to carefully comb his hair, pull it back into a ponytail, think better of it and let it down again. Think better of it again and put it up once more, then even attempt to shave that one patch of skin on the side of his face that seemed to have hit puberty more than the rest of his face.
That done, there was a splash of cologne he had.... borrowed... from Barth's room, followed by his cleanest shirt, and a tie he had stitched between other projects just for the occasion.
He had considered his old leather jacket Calder had bought him, but when he tried to pull it on, it unfortunately did not fit anymore. Heart gripped in tragedy, he went with his usual jacket. Right. Good.
Next up where the flowers, all wilted, just as ghouls liked.
Right.
Good.
That part of the Task complete.
Now it was just a matter of.... getting up the nerve to leave his room.
He drew in a sharp breath, gave Scruff a pat on the head before bolting through the door before he regretted it. By the time he made it to Amrita's room, he was a little breathless but he managed to slow his pace. His heart felt like it was going to explode out of his chest by the time he timidly knocked on the door.
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2011 9:43 pm
Christof's knock, however timid, was so unexpected that she actually hiccuped-gasped in surprise, clutching her book tighter against her chest until the realization of what the noise was donned on her. Oh. Whoops! The book she was holding was put down, and she pulled herself to her feet, not even bothering to dust herself off before answering the door.
"Hello...Oh?" Wait, was she seeing things? The Igor...was at her door?! Looking...really fancy, actually. With flowers and all and...oh jack, there went the stomach bats again! Smiling nervously she tucked her hair behind her ear before she wrapped her arms around her middle, trying to not be obvious about her fidgeting.
"Christof! Um. Hi." Should...should she tell him that he looked nice today? Was that a proper thing to say? Did boils like being told the looked nice? What should she say to him? Augh why was this so difficult! Um. "You're looking...well?" She settled, the mild questioning tone to her voice was entirely directed at herself.
DC remained fast asleep.
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2011 9:21 am
His mouth twitched into an anxious, nervous smile, eyes dropping down to his (mostly) polished boots as his hand jerked out to offer her the bouquet of wilted flowers.
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2011 9:54 am
The sudden offering made her jump, staring wide-eyed down at the wilted bouquet.
"F-For me?" She stammered in surprise, reaching out to take the flowers and admire them. "Thank you! They're so pretty!" A little blush formed on her cheeks as a careful hand tweaked at the droopy petals, and then she realized something. The last time she got flowers was as an apology, so...were these for an apology too? What did he have to apologize for...?
"Um...Is...everything okay?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2011 10:30 am
He nodded, eyes still meekly on his shoes as he suddenly nervously signed, "Would.... would-you-like-to-go-out?" He had resolved to do this. He WOULD do this. No more chickening out. This would be good for him.
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2011 10:45 am
As always when he signed, her attention was on his hands. Go...out? Gears were turning in her head as to what that meant, but regardless of the still uncertain context, she smiled.
"Okay! Um, let me just..." Ducking back into her room, she put the wilted flowers in her little vase (that still held Roch's black roses), and as she turned to head back to him she caught sight of her dresser. Oh, Jack...Christof was there in his fancy clothes and she...certainly wasn't! Her hands smoothed down the front of her simple burnt-orange dress before fidgeting lightly with her dark hair in a rather sudden bout of self-consciousness.
"Sh-should I change...?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2011 10:47 am
Christof caught sight of the roses, his expression turning sour before he realized she was speaking to him.
The flush returned, and he fidgeted with the end of his pony tail before signing, "If-you-want-to. Can-wait-outside."
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2011 12:29 pm
That sour look didn't go unnoticed. If anything it made her even more self conscious, making her bite her lip and look away until she saw movement out of the corner of her eye. By the time she turned her head to watch him sign, she only caught the tail end of it. Oh, he wanted her to change? Well okay!
"Alright, um, one moment..." The door closed with a little click; when it reopened she sported a never before worn dress, the front pieces of her hair tied back, leaving the rest to spill over her shoulders; as always she wore no shoes, but she apparently took the short time to put the left half of her face back on. He liked that, right?
"H-how's this?" She smiled sheepishly with a dark blush, smoothing her hands down her stomach again in that nervous fidget gesture she was known to do. It was a strange feeling to her, but she really, really wanted to look nice for him; all she could hope for was that he'd like it.
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2011 2:39 pm
Christof had been brooding, glaring at the closed door as he waited patiently. Who had given Amrita flowers before him? Maybe Lizzy? He hoped it was Lizzy. What if it hadn't been Lizzy? What if... what if it had been another boy? What if she had more suitors now that he had built her that fantastic new body? What if...
All nervous thoughts were cut short as the door opened again, his face going red. A bit of flailing soon turned into words again, "Look... very-nice." He managed, twisting his fingers after the last word. Oh, Hell's Bells he was nervous... but... but it was just like hanging out with the guys. Only it was... a pretty ghoul in a pretty dress and... and... she had even put her face on for him.
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2011 3:42 pm
If he wanted to know about the flowers, he'd have to ask.
"...Th-thank you...!" Eee, yay! He liked the dress! Sure her face felt hot and her stomach twisted painfully, but she was starting to take that as a good thing, not a bad. With one last glance back into the room (which, if he was paying attention, would show one of the wilted flowers from his bouquet tucked nicely into the hair tie), Amrita stepped through the door to join him in the hallway.
The door closed behind her and she turned to look expectantly at him; he wanted to go out, where were they going?
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2011 10:42 pm
Christof shifted, leading the way as he kept stealing glances at her. It... really was a pretty dress. And she looked... so nice in stitches. His eyes dipped down, he was clearly leading her somewhere, but in the meantime, his hands twisted nervously before he turned so she could see his gestures, "Where-other-flowers-come-from?" Maybe... her parents sent them. Maybe.
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2011 10:51 pm
"Flowers...?" She stared at him for a moment as though not understanding the question. Flowers? What flowers? He was the only one to bring her - Oh! Those flowers! Well, okay then.
"Oh! Um, They're from Roch...'cause he felt bad." Amrita explained as though it made perfect sense, otherwise quietly following after the Igor. Now her sense of smell wasn't the greatest, but she was pretty sure there was something new about the way he smelled. She couldn't place it, but she was certainly good at looking thoughtfully confused while she tried since she was pretty sure it'd be rude to ask.
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2011 11:04 pm
Christof's expression darkened. Roch.... that purple-haired reaper? Giving her flowers? Giving HIS Amrita flowers? He tried to keep his cool, fidgeting with his jacket instead as they made their way down the path and to the graveyard beyond the Undead Dorms.
He'd have to... have words with this Roch character later. For now... He was going to have a bloody fabulous evening. "This-is-secret-place," He signed once they got there. His face red still as he tried to block the bad thoughts from his mind. That 'said', he turned to haul the heavy door open carefully, the smell of motor oil wafting out of the darkness. "Do-not-tell-anyone-we-keep-them-here, ok?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2011 4:29 am
Amrita saw the darkened expression but of course couldn't understand why he was giving it. They were just friends of course! He felt bad for potentially leaving her to rigor mortis following her 'death' is all. Oh well, a topic for later; she was out with Christof, she was going to enjoy it!
She had to wonder why he was leading her behind the dorms, though. Or to this hidden building. What, was he dragging her someplace secluded to chop off her limbs without anyone knowing? She hadn't even asked him to yet!
"I won't!" She proclaimed; truth be told she had no idea how she even really got here in the first place! She hadn't been paying attention to the path, and she had actually never been to this graveyard; didn't even know it existed. Well how 'bout that!
She wasn't sure if that twist in her stomach was from Christof's proximity or if it was excitement.
"...Them?" The ghoul slid closer to him, placing a hand on his sleeve.
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