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Posted: Thu Nov 07, 2013 11:03 am
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Needle had, at first, sympathized with him. Having to clean up after a very large mess did sound like an awful lot of trouble, especially since it sounded like it wasn't entirely the Monster Club's fault. Before the call had ended she had wished him good luck, and had gone back to her drawings; he hadn't asked her for help, so she wasn't going to drop everything to assist him. Besides, it had also sounded like they were looking for anyone they could grab to clean up. She hadn't had the time to go to the House Cup, which was unfortunate.
Time passed and she decided it would be good to at least check up on him; they must have had a lot picked up by then, certainly! Just to be safe though, she took her time and made him a snack first. All it took after that was a few stops to ask for directions, and when she arrived on site she was careful to turn her feet intangible.
"This place is a mess." She sounded surprised. Well, surprised for her, anyway.
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Posted: Sun Nov 10, 2013 1:31 pm
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Needle continued to remain mostly silent on the subject, and as impassive as ever. Her head did turn to get a general idea of the trash art, but she wasted no time in turning her attention back to her large boilfriend. His voice had dropped to a whisper, and Needle couldn't help the small smile that snuck onto her lips. "Oh my, that is horrible! You know, I might have a solution to your little problem." She replied sympathetically, and then leaned in as though she had a secret. "Actually cleaning." She whispered as though it were a secret, this time ending it with a small chuckle.
"Seriously, screechheart, the faster you get to work, the faster it is done." He could have been home and eating lunch with her hours ago, she was sure of it. "And then we can eat lunch together." The little bag she was holding was then held up, indicating that there was indeed food inside.
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Posted: Sun Nov 24, 2013 5:18 pm
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Muka leaned in to distract her and Needle smiled against him, eagerly nuzzling right back into his beard. Despite all this though, she knew him; the moment she felt his talons walking across her skin she shuddered, but she held the bag out at arms length and away from him. Her little smile had turned into a downright grin as he finally leaned back to call her a lovely name.
"You flatter me~" She purred out, managing a peck on the cheek before he was off to do as she bribed. The ghoul only stood there to watch for a moment or two before looking around for a place to sit. Her gaze eventually fell on what looked like a picnic table, which was good enough for her. Making her way over was a little tricky, but once she was she pulled herself up to sit on the edge of it, crossing one knee over the other. Their lunch was set down beside her and she spent a moment to smooth out the wrinkles of her much shorter skirt, still not quite used to it after years of wearing long hakama.
"I was, unfortunately, unable to attend." She said apologetically; it had been so sudden, she didn't really get to say anything to him. When she spoke next, her voice had lowered sadly. "I was summoned home. Was it exciting? What did you do?" Her voice returned to its normal state after the mention of home, eager to avoid the subject all together.
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Posted: Sat Dec 07, 2013 6:40 pm
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Needle was content to completely bypass her mention of going home. Instead she listened to his stories, and asked questions, and laughed or gasped when she felt prompted to. It seemed like she had missed something that had been a lot of fun, and found herself mentally cursing her luck. All of the good things happened while she was away, except for maybe typical dates with her boilfriend.
At long last he seemed to be finished, and Needle’s lips slid into a pleased smile, followed shortly by a little clap of her hands. Job well done, though mostly because it was a job actually done. The little tickle had made her squirm enough to shift the way she sat, though she was quick to cross her legs again, and once he was close enough she leaned in for a little kiss.
“It is the same as ever. But that is a topic best left for later.” Her hand in his was comforting, and she gave it a small squeeze. She was close enough to catch the devilish smile even through her mask, and naturally didn’t take long to put two and two together. That was part of the deal after all; he cleaned, he got to eat.
“Perhaps we shouldn’t have lunch here…they may ask us to clean some more.” And by they, she entirely meant him. Regardless of her words she offered the bag to him, in case he wanted to snack on the way, and hopped off of the picnic table. After taking a moment to straighten her dress again (and feeling quite odd about the length, not to mention the fact she was wearing shoes), she leaned in to nuzzle her head into his beard, an act she would never get tired of.
“So, what do you say? Move somewhere a little more private? For lunch, of course.” Yes. Just lunch. Not anything else. Nope.
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Posted: Tue Dec 17, 2013 9:39 am
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Privacy did indeed sound lovely, and she merely smiled at her charming boilfriend. His hand moved to grasp hers and she was quick to thread her fingers with his, coupled with a small squeeze.
"Yours. My bed is still torn up." She tilted her head, which was the only real indication that she was giving him a look. The events that lead to the tearing had been remarkably fun, but since then they had both been too busy to replace or fix it, which was the whole problem. Her look didn't last long as another smile split her lips, and she absently drifted closer to him as they walked, being mindful of her needles, to rest her head on his arm for only a moment. A small sign of affection, despite it all.
"So. I have been looking for a job~" She started conversationally, shifting to walk properly, though she kept her hand in his.
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