[PRP] Self Discipl-what? (Muka/Needle)

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Muka tilted his head up for the kiss though his eyes stayed on the TV. "Ah.. some odd show.. heehahah.." He burst into giggles as big-haired ghoul was swiped into a pool of muck and came up sputtering. The logo flew towards the screen with a loud theme song before it switched to a commercial. "Creeple going through obstacle courses and wiping out for the most part."

He flipped channels, finally figuring out the buttons somewhat. Each channel he'd pause on, just a moment, before flipping. Most seemed to be commercials.

'..new #1 album LURKS BENEATH!'
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'..grandes ofertas en velas para todas sus necesidades de brujería.'
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'..new fast cleaning formula..'
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'Next on Days of the Dead- "Oh Robert.."'

Muka paused as a very attractively proportioned patchwork woman, clearly designed strictly for the screen, tossed a her long red tresses and threw herself into the arms of a large, strapping wolfman.

'Our love is forbidden. My father will catch us.' She sighed, pawing at his furred arms.
'Esmerelda..' His voice was a deep raspy bass. He held her waist delicately, love restraining his clearly superior strength, 'Let's run away. We can buy a cabin with a small lab attached for your upkeep..'
'OH ROBERT..' She sobbed, a mix of joy and heartbreaking sadness. 'But there's something else..'
'What?" Robert the Wolfman pushed her out from his chest, holding her by the arms, muzzle wrought with concern and heavy handed hurt.
'My father he...' She sobbed, head tossing to the side because she couldn't look him in the eye. '..forced me to make a pumpkin with him!'
DRAMATIC MUSIC SWELLED, the camera cut to Robert's horrified face and then to Esmerelda's damaged expression and then.. TO THE DOOR where her father (a very handsome salt and pepper haired scientist) had appeared to STARE AT THEM BOTH.

"Ooooohhh..." Muka hooted, enraptured by the drama, as a commercial for a local water park began to play.

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Needle took a seat on the arm of the chair, not wanting to obscure Muka's view of the TV and also not wanting to give into the temptation of sitting on his soft, comfortable lap. Her head was tilted toward the TV, but as always she relied on the sounds rather than what she could see. The more the drama piled on the more Needle began to lean forward until she was nearly bent, her chin on her fist and her elbow propped on her crossed knees.

"...Oh. Oh my." The ghoul breathed out, feeling the delightful tingle that came with the excitement of drama. "What is this?" 'Days of our Dead' didn't sound like any romance novel she had read, or seen in stores. "Why did her Father do that?" She asked Muka, as if he had the answers for her. "And who is 'him'?"

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It was a good thing the remote had a billion buttons because one of them was 'INFO' and after a long pause Muka had pressed it. A window popped up on the screen:

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Days of the Dead
Starring: Veronica Spooksi, Reginald P. Skullsworth, Mac Darkling
Daytime Drama Weekdays - 4-5pm
Residents of the wealthy town of Shifty Pines live their day to day lives and deal with many dramatic occurences.

Muka read it aloud for Needle but frowned. "These descriptions.. hrmm.. are not very descriptive at all!"

The commercials were still playing but his need to know what happened kept the owl boil hanging on. "Well her father seems to be hrrmm a very handsome mad scientist but possibly evil," Needle probably hadn't seen him lurking, "and I think she's hinting that he, himself," Muka took a conspiratory tone as if someone would hear him and get the wrong idea, "forced her to make a pumpkin with HIM." So scandalous! Forced reproduction with your own mad-creation?! Were people so sick in the head?

"Oh oh.. it's back." Muka would be thoughtful enough to describe the scenes to her as they played out.

No longer the mad scientist, wolfman and patchwork woman. A beautiful headless body was running through a forest in a shredded red evening gown. Very dramatic music was playing. There was the sound of pursuers but no one in sight. You could hear the footsteps crunching in the forests dried underbrush.

A voice echoed through the forest, "Tifffffaaaaany... Tiiiiiiifffany..."

The shapely body burst into a clearing where a log cabin stood, windows lit and smoke coming from the chimney.

"Tiiiiffannny.."

The body hurtled for the door and banged on it. It was opened by a man in a flannel shirt with a well groomed beard, and a muscled chest. He was holding an axe, clearly a reaper by his glowing eyes. He recognized the body and dropped the axe and gasped, "TIFFANY WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!"

From behind him a feminine voice, "Tiffany?!" It was a thick and curvy dragon woman with green scales and a long tail, "Where is your head?!"

Suddenly the music swelled again and a figure emerged from the woods, it was another woman with crazed eyes and leaves in her hair. She was holding Tiffany's head, the eyeliner running as it cried. She forced the head to kiss her as the trio at the cabin looked on in horror.

"I'M BACK TIFFANY!" The strange woman laughed manically before it cut to another scene.

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lol im sorry i could write these scenes forever hahaha

 

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"That does not answer most of my questions, no." Needle admitted with a chuckle. As Muka conspired about the plot, Needle's hand once more made it to her lips. "That...is barbaric! No one should force a pumpkin!" Not even Engravers did that; it was considered an incredible honour to be chosen as one of the four, but there was still room to refuse if they wished. Nobody ever did, but that was beside the point.

"Ah, yes!" Needle remained on the edge of the chair's arm rest, focusing on the screen through her mask but really listening to Muka along with the program. "Oh, someone new?" She piped up, not recalling the names or descriptions from the pair that were showcased before the commercials. "Oh, poor Tiffany!" Needle lamented loudly, holding both hands to her chest. "I wonder how---our dinner!" The Engraver gasped suddenly, remembering with a sudden jolt. She moved off the couch she practically ran back into the kitchen to tend to the food that was, admittedly, now a little overcooked.

There were a few bangs and thuds, mostly from cupboards being opened and things dropped (an unfortunate side effect of her mask), and, eventually, Needle appeared from the kitchen, holding two plates, along with cutlery and napkins pinched between her fingers. "Here, darkling~" She offered him the plate with the most food on it, and once he took it she was able to free chop sticks and napkins for him, and then leaned in to kiss his fuzzy cheek. "Congratulations on advancing! Now, what did I miss?" Formalities over, she was now able to focus on this delicious new programming called TV Drama.

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Muka's sense of smell was so poor that he wouldn't have known if his dorm room was burning down until he saw the smoke. Thankfully his sense of taste was just as poor so overcooked food was not a concern. Besides, didn't a lot of people like their dishes to be a bit crispy?

Muka accepted his plate, snapping his teeth playfully near his ghoulfriend cheek when she leaned to kiss him. He finally smelled the dinner now that it was in his hand. "Smells delicious heh."

He slid over on the couch to make more room for Needle and used the pointy toe of his shoe to pull the coffee table forward for their plates. This was the most he'd ever used to his TV and found something strangely comfortable about just sitting with his lady of choice and watching a program. Is this what normal couples did?

"Well.." Muka was already munching but thought nothing about speaking through the food. "turns out that Tiffany's head was being held by her ex-ghoulfriend! Who apparently they all thought had passed-on in a horrific fire last year! She was an undead so when they didn't find a body they assumed she was gone! BUT SHE'S BACK! And with newer parts...." He insinuated mysteriously before giggling.

Muka concentrated on his meal then, eyes wide as he shovelled it down. He then just grinned adoringly at Needle. "This is..hrrrm.. nice. Just sitting. Enjoying things." He'd been slowly learning that not everything needed to be a grand experience or a dramatic event to be a genuinely fun time.

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Needle giggled as his teeth snapped so close to her pale skin, the sound sending shivers down her spine. "Heh...thank you." It was somewhat burnt and she knew it, but it was still nice to hear regardless. Muka's lack of discrimination with regards to food was well known, but Needle had been raised to accept nothing less than perfection from herself; mildly burning dinner was something that would haunt her for the rest of the day, no matter what he said.

When he made room for her she slid in beside him, curling her knees against her chest to make herself comfortable, and after a moment's thought she balanced her plate on her knee caps, making a table out of herself. She didn't seem aware that he had pulled the table closer for their plates, as her focus was on the program, and already torn between what she was hearing, and what Muka was describing to her. In between that, she managed to eat a few bites of her food, pinching them between chop sticks.

"What a scandal! I wonder who rebuilt her...do you think it was the pumpkin man?!" Which, of course, meant the creator from earlier; she was drawing conclusions, because she could.

"Ah...Yes, I am enjoying this too." Needle mused, Muka's words causing her to stare thoughtfully down at her plate. This was the first time they had done something like this, wasn't it? It was just like the couples she read in her stories, the ones who never had to do much to feel love... The ghoul let slip a small keen, one that she quickly silenced, but made due by ghoulishly curling her toes, shifting with a shyness she wasn't used to feeling.

"We should...do this more often! Is this show on often? Perhaps we could...maybe...make a routine?" She like routine. Especially ones like this. It was something to look forward to.

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As Needle asked her various questions, ones he was sure they would answer at some point in the show, he finished his food and sat the plate down. A napkin was sparingly used to dab his mouth and pick things from his beard as commercials rolled.

His attention was perked as a commercial for the same show they were watching. A voiceover asked 'What would happen to Tiffany? Is she safe?' and 'Is Robert and Esmerelda's love doomed? Every day at 4:30pm tune in to find out!'

Muka giggled at the good timing. "Every day darkling." Muka, now free from his meal, leaned back to drape his arm across the sofa behind Needle's head. He chirped excitedly and nuzzled her head, "We can do this every day if you want!"

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Something in Needle's stance completely lit up at the idea and she turned quite quickly to look right at him...or at least at his vague shape.

"Can we?" She nearly squeaked out, too excited to keep control of her voice. He nuzzled into her and she nuzzled back, leaning to rub her face into his massive, fluffy beard. "Please?" She pleaded, though it had been his idea to begin with. "I will cook, too!" Because she had thoroughly enjoyed making them this (slightly burnt) dinner.

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Muka grinned, though it was wider with Needle's enthusiasm. "Of course!! Whatever you hhrmmm want my deary." He meant it. Muka had little to no sense of responsibility to school. If soap operas coincided with class, he was happy to skip them (thankfully they didn't). His lift of priorities was topped with Needle, followed after by his future business propositions and tailed very closely by shopping.

"Oooh." He trilled at the prospect of regularly cooked meals. His father always told him to eat out less. "Should we look for, heh, recipes?"

They'd slowly been spending more and more time together and Muka had realized that his need for friends and company were very easily and comfortably filled by his ghoulfriend. Was this that domestic bliss that he'd read about?

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