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Posted: Wed Oct 22, 2014 6:54 pm
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After spending the night with Calder, and with Zar's trip still to come, today Barth intended to spend tinkering. Grimhold had, at his request, brought several plans and objects that they could see about selling, and would help finance...well.
Their future.
He knew Christof had been worried, and also frantic in his insistence on his place. He hoped that Christof...would prefer to be with him, if given the choice, but even so, even if they both...wanted that, he knew Christof feared the worst.
Barth was afraid, too. He normally avoided challenges. This particular one couldn't be avoided any longer.
He met Christof for breakfast, and while this was certainly not a date, it was still...Barth cleared his throat.
"I err. I had some ideas. If, if you'd like to...?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 09, 2015 3:28 pm
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[ooc: I TOTALLY FORGOT ABOUT THIS THREAD AAAH lets do this.]
Christof was, in fact, wearing an apron as he bustled about setting up their breakfasts on the coffee table. Mostly Barth's breakfast, as his consisted of a small drink of puree'ed who-knew-what and a straw. The apron was not something frilly like Calder would have donned, nor was it sensuously sensible as was more Zar's taste, but rather looked as though it might get some blood or oil stains on the sofa if he wasn't careful. Still, though, it was his attempt at seeming 'homey'. He arranged Barth's place settings, despite Grimhold's protests. It was little things like this that often soothed the Igor when he was feeling stressed or depressed.
Settings arranged, he glanced up at Barth's throat clearing, stitched lips pursed as he gave a curious grunt, motioning a simple signed, 'Ideas?'
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2020 4:52 pm
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