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 Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2012 4:01 pm
After some crazy a** mission, Hazel was not feeling so hot in the hospital bed. She was so incredibly bored as she waited for her stupid human body to take forever to heal. "Come oooooon... Come ooooooooooon..." trying to reach her toes at an unusual, out of place, loose string at the end of her bed, then suddenly feeling a sharp pain in her calf muscle, "OW OW OW! CHARLIE HORSE!" grabbing onto her leg and falling back into her pillow. She wanted that string damn it! "Ugh. Sooooooo booooooooring...." Hazel puffed a breath of air at her side bang. Syusaki Ah, sorry, forgot to quote you!
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2012 4:52 pm
Just as he had told the hunter over twitter, Wilson was in the kitchen. By now, he had already finished the baking and even the cleaning up. The counters were clean and the bowls washed and put back into the cupboards. It was only a matter of waiting for the darn thing to finish chilling. He looked up at the clock and grinned when the two hours were up. He hopped off the counter and pulled out the tray of fudge. Ahhhh, sweets. He loved sweets. Wilson sliced it up into tiny cubes, which were then tossed into a bowl.
The hunter poked his head into the hospital. He had never met Hazel before, but after a bit of asking around he finally arrived at her bedside. “Hey!” Wilson waved and held out the bowl to the ginger. “I couldn’t find chocolate in the kitchen so I just used nutella instead.” Which was also a chocolate hazelnut spread. Funny.
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2012 5:28 pm
Hazel lifted her head up to the voice that greeted her. Another visitor! Hazel got a very excited look in her eyes. Though, it took her a while to recognize it was the dude from twitter that swung by her bedside. She didn't want any more sharp pains, so she tried to remain as still as possible. "Oh, HI! You must be the twitter guy, right? Sweet mask! And-" she looked at was the batch of fudge in the bowl, "-my God. Is that what I think it is?!"
CHOCOLATE?!?!?! but then he revealed it was nutella...
"Wait. Nutella? That's, like, a type of nut isn't it? I'm allergic to peanuts, but I don't know if I'm allergic to that nutella stuff. Never tried it. Is that even chocolate? Does it have hard nuts in it? It doesn't have peanuts right?" She was shooting out questions as fast as her mind could spit them out with concerns.
But wait a minute. She has never even met this person before. Could this be a prank?
"What did you say your name was, again?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2012 1:20 pm
He reflexively reached up to touch his face at the mention of the mask, but thankfully it wasn’t there. The goggles still dangled around his neck. She must have meant his twitter icon. Wilson nodded his head and casually (shamelessly) took a tiny square of fudge to pop into his mouth. “Fudge, yeah.”
Then Hazel began to throw a bunch of questions at him. He held up a hand in an attempt to shield himself from the sudden onslaught of inquiries. Eyebrows furrowed, he attempted to answer. “Um, if I remember right it’s a hazelnut spread. It has cocoa in it and personally I think it’s pretty damn chocolate-y and there are no hard nuts and no peanuts. Just hazelnuts.” He smiled sheepishly when he remembered she had said no nuts. “Sorry.”
“Oh! Yeah, sorry about that.” He held out a hand. “Wilson Hopkins. You’re Hazel, right?”
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2012 3:17 pm
Hazel gave a sigh of relief, "Well, as long as they aren't peanuts. I could at least give it a try, considering you took time out of your day to make them. And yeah, I'm Hazel." She genuinely smiled happily at Wilson and in stead of shaking his hand, she just cupped it with both her hands and held onto it. It wasn't in a romantic way, it was more of a appreciative gesture. "Thank you."She scooted her tush closer towards Wilson, eye balling the bowl. Taking a cube of fudge in her thumb and index finger, she held it up over her face. "If it turns out I am allergic, at least I'm already at the hospital, right?" she gave out a hearty laugh before wincing in pain because of her injuries. "Here we go!" She opened her finger tips, letting the fudge drop right into her mouth. Smooth, a little warm, and very chocolatey. There was a bit of nuttiness to it, but not enough for Hazel to really taste it. "MMMMMMMMMMMmmmmm Yummy!" she wiggled in excitement, grabbing another fudge after another, popping them into her mouth like they were- well - candy! Even though her birthday hadn't gone as planned, this was definitely cheering her up.
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2012 7:48 pm
Rubbing the back of his neck, Wilson smiled apologetically. “That’s why you said no nuts, huh? I’m really sorry about that. Next time I’ll make sure to not put any nuts in it to save you the stress.” The gesture was a bit surprising, but he continued to smile anyways. “The birthday girl deserves a little something on her birthday, don’t you think?” Especially after my lame birthday.
His smile turned sheepishly when she picked up a cube. “I’d rather not be the reason why you have to stay in the hospital,” admitted the trainee, but let the ginger pop the fudge into her mouth. When she didn’t show any signs of an allergic reaction, Wilson grinned and sat down on the floor, his back against the bed. He placed the bowl on the bedside and then plucked out another cube. “Right? I seriously love Nutella. Turning it into fudge makes it even better.” Still chewing the piece, he asked, “So, how old is the birthday girl now?”
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2012 9:51 pm
"I'm turning 20 this year. One more year and I can legally drink!" -like an adult! A giant smile stretch across her face as she plopped more fudge into her mouth. Hazel was thoroughly enjoying her delicious birthday present. "This is very tasty. My dad used to bake me this huuuuuuge double chocolate cake with extra bunny-shaped sprinkles every birthday I had. My dad always knew chocolate is my favorite..." Hazel's joyful expression soon became unusually quiet, slowly chewing on the same piece of fudge, and finally came to a stop, lost in thought.
"... I miss my dad..." she hugged onto her legs, burying her face on her knees beside Wilson's backside. Very soft sobbing could be heard from under her frizzy hair.
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 11:10 am
Wilson chuckled. “Just be careful not to drink too much alcohol. Hangovers really suck, but honey will make it go away faster. Works like a charm.” He smiled softly as he reached up to grab a couple more cubes of nudge. “Thanks. I did it with my aunt and mom a lot when I was a kid.” As Hazel began to describe the cake, he closed his eyes and leaned his head against the bed’s side. His smile stretched wider. “Sounds delicious.”
Then Hazel became quiet. Wilson tried to look up, but he didn’t get very nosy about her sudden silence. He continued to eat the pieces of fudge sitting in the palm of his hand. Hazel’s confession gave him a sinking feeling in his stomach. He turned around just as the sobbing began. His brows furrowed as he kneeled by Hazel’s bed. Cautiously, he gently rubbed her back soothingly. “It’s okay.” It wasn’t. “I miss my parents too, but it’s better this way.”
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 8:07 pm
Hazel felt the warm feeling of Wilson's palm running up and down her back. It was comforting, much like what her dad used to do when she was upset. "D-Did your d-dad die in a f-f-f-freaky lab explosion too-oo-oo?" She held the front of her hair up, turned her head to face Wilson as a stream of boogers and tears dribbled down the front of her mouth as she spoke. She gave an extreme snort, pulling most of the snot up her nose, followed by a loud gulp. It might have seemed obvious from the sound that she just swallowed her nose liquids. Her mouth hanged open for a bit when she calmed down and went into a daze.
"You're so n-nice to me," she pouted at the death hunter, "Everyone has been so n-nice to me t-today!" nearly flopping on Wilson, trying to hug/cling to him. "No one has really shown me this much kindness before!" Pretty sure at this point she was rubbing her dirty face on his clothes, but with so much hair in the way, it was hard to tell from his angle.
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2012 3:36 pm
Wilson paused. “No. Actually, as far as I know both my parents are alive.” Freaky lab explosion? It kind of sounded like something out of a cartoon or other fictional story. He smiled shakily as Hazel looked at Wilson. “You have a little…” His voice trailed off and he tried to grope around for a box of tissues, but it appeared there wasn’t a handy box of them nearby. At least she managed to pull out most of the snot, gross as it was.
He naturally leaned back from the force of Hazel flopping onto him. Gramps made a sound, screeching about how his shirt was going to get snotty after this. Wilson sighed and hugged the younger trainee anyways, his hand running up and down her back still. “It’d be rude to be mean to the birthday girl, right?” It’d be rude to be mean to anyone period, right? “How about I get you a wet towel to clean your face with? Then we can finish the rest of that fudge,” he suggested with a gentle smile.
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2012 11:22 pm
Strange. Wilson said both of his parents were still alive? Hazel tilted her head in thought, wondering why did he leave his family behind to become a hunter. "Hey W-Wilson?" trying to catch her breath but at least she was calming down now, "Why did you decide to-" On second thought, maybe it was a very personal question, she chose to change it in the end, "-make nutella fudge?"
Hazel nodded with consent about the wet towel. She wasn't the type to clean herself all the time, but maybe a clean face will make change how the way she's feeling. As long as her hair doesn't get wet, she's fine with it. She gave another forced sniff before wiping her eyes with the back of her hand.
Oh, she forgot about the fudge! Waiting for Wilson to retrieve the towel, which she had hoped he would do, she wiggled a little closer towards the bowl, eyes wide with a pursed lipped smile. Her fingers wiggled and began picking through the fudge for bigger pieces to eat.
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2012 9:39 pm
She stopped her question midway, which made Wilson suspicious. He still held onto Hazel, giving her back a couple of light pats. “Why did I make nutella fudge?” It was an easy enough question, though he had a feeling the ginger had had the intention to ask something else. “I was going to make chocolate fudge, but I couldn’t find any. I found some nutella and I remembered it tastes pretty chocolate-y, so I used that as a substitute.” Wilson leaned over to sneak another piece of fudge. “I’m happy to say it worked out pretty well.”
While she went over to the bowl to dig around for whatever specific pieces of fudge, Wilson stood back and went to retrieve a towel. “I’ll be back in a bit.” He left the room and after spending a few minutes to find and wet a towel, he came back with the dripping white cloth in his hands. He twisted the towel, creating a small pile of water near the bed. Wilson paused. “I’ll…clean that up later, but here.” He held it out toward Hazel.
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2012 11:28 am
By the time Wilson came back from fetching a wet cloth, there was only 2 pieces of fudge left. When he was out, she selfishly, but unintentionally, ate almost all of the pieces. Hazel watched the towel drip in his hand, but when he offered it to her, she didn't want to touch it. It wasn't the puddle that bothered her, though. She just... Didn't like cleaning herself up. Instead of taking the wet cloth from him, she scooted even closer to Wilson, holding out her face towards him with a big smile covered in snot, tears, and nutella. Some strands of hair was stuck in the mixture as well. "Okay, reaaaaady~"
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2012 4:27 pm
While he did feel a twinge of disappointment to see the two pieces of fudge left, he had made it for Hazel to eat and well, she definitely ate them. Wilson could always make another batch for himself later.
He blinked a couple times when the moon trainee held out her face toward him. Wilson furrowed his brows together while he tried to make sense of it—oooooh. Wow. Was this cute or was this cute? He chuckled. “Alright then.” Grinning, Wilson leaned forward and began to gently rub Hazel’s face with the cloth. Memories of his mother or aunt roughly wiping his face clean with a wet towel in his head, Wilson tried to be slow and careful.
After a while, Hazel’s face seemed pretty clean, but he rubbed her cheeks a bit more with the towel before he felt satisfied. “Okay, done! Feel better?”
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Posted: Sun Sep 02, 2012 8:45 pm
Ahhhh, so refreshing! Hazel never thought a wet towel would feel so nice on her face, and without making her hair wet too! Her face felt cool, clean, and absolutely supreme. She let out an impressive, deep buuuuuuuuurp in satisfaction from both the face wiping and the fudge.
"I feel delicious~" she chirped. Though usually, Hazel was a tomboy with tough feelings and actions, it was something about being cared for and food that brings out her childish cute side. Wilson treated her much like her father did. It seemed like something an older brother would do, if she had an older brother.
"Wilson?" she called to get his attention, "do you have any siblings?"
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