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 Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2013 5:08 pm
She wasn't worried about him.
Okay, she was a little worried about him.
Wandering through the school, she looked around and asked a bunch of the youths about a young member of their society - a icy demon about yeigh-high and about as sweet as a hole to one head's at time, she found herself standing outside of the demon dorm again (wasn't she here before?), waiting to see if he'd show up.
She had heard whispers of his discontent, so she figured she'd come to harass talk to him a bit, maybe make him feel better.
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2013 5:16 pm
The whispers of his 'discontent' weren't accurate. They were very mild to how he felt this whole.. giftmas, or whatever, season. It was a time to spend with the ones that he cared for and he couldn't go home to do that. Tahki wasn't there anymore. The only good thing to happen was that now he was another year older, since his birthday happened to be December twenty-fifth. That was, apparently, the big day that everything happened. The gifts, the cheer or whatever. He'd spent his birthday miserable, alone, and he just wanted to curl up. Then again, misery was something one should be accustomed to living in Halloween. Arctic creatures were supposed to be used to loneliness as well, considering the fact they would usually only be tolerated by their own kind unless the groups were forced to be considerate. Or.. tolerant. Whatever. Either way, the, now, white haired and tall stag was in his room, on his desktop again, trying to find some form of entertainment. He'd watched the human's 'horror' movies and found them to be fairly cheap and inaccurate, so those were out. Something called RomComs were really repulsive and made him miss Tahki, so those wouldn't do. Maybe reality TV? What was that? He clicked on a show called hoarders when he felt something unnerving. "...Who's at my door?" He asked, shifting to get up. He didn't even know if anyone was actually at his door.
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Posted: Sat Mar 02, 2013 6:51 pm
Secretly she considered just standing there for a bit, making the little brat paranoid about if he had heard things. But, after a moment she cleared her throat again, going to call out that she was there. Lifen was already affected by voices and sounds in her mind - things that were not real, not there, constantly plaguing her, reminding of things she didn't want to relive - she wasn't going to start affecting someone like that, she couldn't live with herself if she did.
"Uller, it is me, Lifen - the horsewoman you helped find ink with. I have been hearing that you have been . . . unwell. A little down?" She called out, her soft voice rebounding against the door a little, head tilted a little, as if expecting an immediate response from him.
"I figured that everyone could use someone to talk to, in a state of discord, so I am here to let you vent. We may not be the greatest of friends, but you know . . ." Lifting a small bag after she said that, she decided to attempt a secret cheat that she was taught from the Noblewoman, Lan. Shaking it lightly, she made sure that he could hear the contents, as if he would disbelieve what she was about to offer.
"I have Sugar cubes too, if you would like." She offered up, hoping it was enough for him to open his door.
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Posted: Mon Mar 18, 2013 7:11 am
When he heard Lifen's name, he kind of sat up on the bed and then sighed. What was she doing here? It wasn't like they were friends or anything. Their start hadn't been something of friendship, that was for sure. When she shook the contents of the sugar cubes, his ears perked. He was just about out of the ones Lan had given him. Lan. Of course. She told Lifen of his love of sugar cubes. He was going to have to throttle that horsewoman. Rubbing his face, he got up to open the door. So, he stood there, disheveled and looking her over before he arched a brow. "I'm fine, Lifen. So, you've wasted your time in coming here to... bribe me to feel better, or whatever it is you're trying to do here. I'm tired." He was also grumpy, apparently. His voice was a lot more harsh than he wanted it to be and he sighed. "Sorry. I'm... not at my best," he explained rather lamely. He pushed his hair out of his face and just kind of looked her over before letting his eyes settle on her face.
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