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 Posted: Fri May 10, 2013 8:05 pm
It was laundry day. Laundry day had once consisted of dragging all his clothes into town, wearing one of his stupidest t-shirts because everything else was dirty, and having old ladies stare at him as he fought the clothes eating washing machines. But--well, salvation came in the form of his tassel wearing pole dancing gramma, Roch thought joyfully. Now it meant carrying his bag of dirty clothes into town wearing one of his stupidest t-shirts and handing the bag over to Monica. It was awesome. Which was why Roch, wearing a t-shirt that was probably so tight it was illegal in most towns, was crossing the campus grounds with a large bag over his shoulder and a slight grin on his face. He figured he'd see if he could get fed while he was there, too! Wait--he stopped, a confused look on his face. Had he just walked past Lark? "Lark?" he asked, turning.
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Posted: Fri May 10, 2013 8:12 pm
He had indeed walked past Lark. She hadn't really been paying much attention to where she'd been moseying along. Sometimes she just needed to get out and take a stroll - and after cramming for a class seemed like the perfect time for her to go walkabout. With Ben unsummoned, Lark had been aimlessly walking around. Her spirits were high, and it felt great to be back at school. She'd been mending her relationship with Kettil, which was amazing - and making new friends, too. Well. A new friend. When she heard someone say her name, it actually took a moment for her to realize where and who it came from. When she caught sight of Roch, her lips parted in a huge smile, and she flicked her hat back off of her head so that it swung against her back. "Roch! G'day, man, s'been a while, yeah? Where y'off too dressed," she waved her hand, her smile growing broader, "dressed all fancy?"
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Posted: Fri May 10, 2013 8:52 pm
"Well, guitar playin' ain't payin' so well, so I figured I'd take up street--" he stopped, unable to finish that line of bull and keep a straight face. "No, seriously, I'm off t'see a pole dancer about some clothes that fit better!" True. Absolutely true. "Course she's sort of retired from that, actually--which is good, cuz technically I can call her grandma. Either way, how y'doin', screech?" he asked. "Where's my hug?" Then he held out his arms shamelessly.
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Posted: Fri May 10, 2013 9:06 pm
Lark laughed, shook her head, and wrapped her spindly arms around Roch. He wouldn't have to ask her twice! He'd helped her through some dark times before she'd had to take a break from school, and she still very much considered him a dear friend. "Y'know, y'might find a sugar mama t'take care of you if y'really put yer mind to it," she joked brightly, squeezing him tight. "Been doin' good as I can, better now that'm back at school. You been behavin' yerself, then?"
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Posted: Fri May 10, 2013 9:12 pm
"I tried the sugar mama thing, an' she dumped me," Roch said straight faced. It was partially true--Amphi had tried to pay for him often, he'd just ignored that fact and did his own thing. "An' I tried behavin, too, an' all it got me was fail. Besides, misbehavin's a hell of a lot more fun," he said shamelessly as he pulled away. "Jack have I missed you!" he said. "Did y'get taller?" he asked. "How's Benji?" His bag of dirty clothes had been abandoned on the grass, forgotten about.
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Posted: Fri May 10, 2013 9:17 pm
His shameless admission had her tossing back her head in laughter, green eyes flashing with unabashed humor. "Yer terrible - never change, yeah?" Lark shook her head, crossing her arms over her chest as she pulled back from the hug. "I missed you too," she grinned, "an' I hope I ain't gettin' taller. Tall enough, far as I'm concerned. An' Benji's fine. Got 'im tucked away fer now. Sometimes it's nice jest t'be able t'walkabout alone, believe me." Lark leaned back on her heels, watching Roch closely. "Yer bigger'n you were last time I seen you," she chuckled, "how's things been? What'd I miss?"
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Posted: Fri May 10, 2013 9:26 pm
"Mostly the usual stuff, dyin', almost dyin', that sort of thing... but I did get a ghoulfriend for a while--who dumped me a few months back. Got a little sister, too! She hasn't dumped me yet! Then again, I guess it's not an option when you're related..." he admitted. "Hey, walk with me, I'll take y'out t'lunch after I drop off my laundry," he offered. "Unless you're still stuck on walkin' alone, that is."
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Posted: Fri May 10, 2013 9:35 pm
Lark reached back for her hat, slapping it on her head before giving Roch a grin. "Ain't gonna turn down a lunch w'one of m'favorites," she chuckled, lifting her brows. "A sister, now, y'gotta tell me, how does someone jest.. pick one of them up? Yer givin' me more questions t'ask instead'a givin' me answers, Roch! And a ghoulfriend, too? Y'been busy, ain'tcha?" She lifted her brows, obviously eager to spend time with him. It felt like they had so much catching up to do!
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Posted: Sat May 11, 2013 7:27 am
He swung his bag over his shoulder, then draped an arm over her shoulders, pulling her into his side. "This way y'can keep creeple from tryin' t'buy me for th'night," he teased her. "An' it's a ghoulfriend y'just pick up! Y'gotta go shoppin' for the lil sister--" Dude, that was horrible, even for him, he thought. Something about Lark just made him as bad as he was with boils, almost. "But really, she was a bit of a surprise," he admitted. "Turns out she'd been livin' in a lil town called Los Muertos all her life, raised by her Ma. That means she's got a jackin' beautiful violin, like a Scythe, an' manners, cookin, class--well a jackload of things y'DON'T find in a Scythe. Y'should meet her," he said with a grin. "Somethin' about her attracts all the cute lil reaper ghouls--y'll fit right in!" Yes, he still insisted that she was cute.
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Posted: Sat May 11, 2013 12:35 pm
A peachy blush lit up her cheeks out of the slightest embarrassment - courtesy of the compliment. For lack of anyplace better to put her arm, Lark wrapped it around his waist before grinning up at him from beneath the brim of her hat. "Yer awful," she chuckled, though she found herself intrigued by the prospect of meeting his sister. "I'll be sure t'look 'er up in th'dorms next time I'm home. What room does she stay in? Might jest go over n' introduce m'self after I'm done lollygaggin' 'round w'you." Lark paused and sent him a look out of the corner of her eyes. "Flatterer!" Total accusation, that.
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Posted: Sat May 11, 2013 5:43 pm
"One oh six," Roch said. "Right across from mine. She'd like you," he added with a grin. "Although I gotta warn you, she's got an accent. An' if y'reeeeally piss her off, she launches inta this massive rant of Spanish that y'can't understand--an' you're better off not knowin' what she's sayin," he said with amusement. They were off the campus by now and heading down the path. "Oh, an' I got a motorcycle, too--but I can't exactly fit both you an' the bag on it, so I'll offer you a ride later," he promised. "Then y'can ride around huggin' me from behind," he teased--because, seriously, he'd totally gotten her to blush>D
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Posted: Sat May 11, 2013 5:48 pm
"Yer a right s**t, y'are," Lark laughed, shaking her head. "An if she can understand me, ain't no reason I can't understand her." She sent him another one of those narrow-eyed looks. "Y'prob'ly piss her off all th'time, don'tcha? I ain't got noooo plans t'make her angry enough t'start rippin' inta me in Spanish, Roch." Lark pursed her lips, the smattering of freckles across her nose more obvious thanks to the lingering blush. "A bike, yeah?" She reached over to prod his side with her fingers. "Does it go real fast?"
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Posted: Sat May 11, 2013 5:59 pm
"Fast as y'want it to, screech," he said with a cheerful leer. "Nah, I can get it up t'bout a hundred an' ten, but I never have. Usually go about sixty, seventy in the long stretches, but hell, when I'm in the long stretches I'm usually with the old guys--family road trips, y'know?" He led her to the left as they got to town, heading for the underground casino that his granddad owned. It was in a seedy looking part of the town and there was a huge werewolf standing at the stairs that led down into the casino. "Sup, Bruno." "New ghoulfriend already, Roch?" the werewolf asked. "Nah, just a friend," Roch said, leading Lark down the stairs.
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Posted: Sat May 11, 2013 6:24 pm
"G'day Bruno," Lark cheerfully called over her shoulder at the werewolf, giving a jaunty wave as she followed Roch down the stairs. "Y'know, we should take th'bike out on a real fast run. I bet it's real amazin', yeah? Wind whippin' through yer hair, jest you and th'bike and th'scenery zippin' past ya." Her voice sounded almost wistful. "Fastest thing I ever been on was m'mum's carriage," Lark shrugged, tilting her hat back with her thumb so that it fell to rest against her back.
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Posted: Sat May 11, 2013 6:48 pm
"Y'gotta wear a helmet," Roch said. "Cuz if y'wreck, an' it doesn't kill you, y'might wind up with brain damage," he explained. "Y'bring me a cute lil blonde, but it's not the one I was expecting," Vegas said from the shadows. The large reaper's face was shadowed by the room itself, but you could see his broad chest and the cigar glowing ominously in his hand. "Monica!" Roch called, completely ignoring his granddad. "I brought my clothes!" Then he looked at Lark. "Lark, that surly bastage over there's my gramps, Vegas, Gramps, this is Lark, a friend of mine. She is a cute lil blonde, isn't she?" he asked with a grin.
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