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 Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 2:59 pm
He fidgeted with scruff, his own stomach in knots. After a few moments of silence, he seemed to steel his courage, eyes still glued on the scareon as he carefully, gently, scooted a little closer to the ghoul sitting beside him.
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 3:48 pm
She waited, and waited, and waited for his answer. When none came, she started to get worried; did she only say it in her head again? It wouldn't be the first time. Maybe she said something weird? The ghoul was just about to repeat herself to be sure she said it this time when he moved closer. It was hard to not notice the lumbering Igor move after all, and his new (slightly) closer proximity managed to silence her.
Oh good Jack these bats won't go away.
"...Chris...?" She stared up at him for a moment, holding her stomach as though it would stop twisting. Then, blushing darker, she shifted closer to him as well, making the gap just a little smaller, and gingerly leaned her arm against his. Every move made her stomach twist and she wasn't entirely sure why she did what she did, but she did know one thing; that it just felt right, somehow.
That, and she wasn't quite sure what else to do in a situation like this.
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 7:52 pm
"Not" He signed but hesitated before continuing, his face still flushed even as she leaned against him, "Not-like-" He stopped again, suddenly standing, "You-may-have-bed. Is-okay." He took one of the spare pillows, moving over to the heavy strapped chair in the corner, putting it down and routing around for his large brown coat to use as a blanket for himself.
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 8:03 pm
"...Not like wha--AH!" She squeaked, jumping to the side a little as he suddenly stood up, hoping to avoid being accidentally hit by any one of his appendages. Gathering up Scruff to hug him like a scarebear, she watched the Igor mull around to...what? Wait, he was serious? Amrita pouted. That wasn't why she came over! If she wanted to sleep alone she would have stayed in her room!
So she got to her feet and did one thing she knew she was good at; following him like a duckling, while still holding Scruff. Granted the poor Scareon was being held around the middle so his legs dangled, but at least he wasn't put down.
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 8:07 pm
Christof turned around when he heard Scruff give a happy whine, and jumped to see Amrita standing expectantly behind him. His brows furrowed miserably, "Hnnnn..." He managed, lips twisting. What... what did she want from him??
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 8:24 pm
"No." Was all she really said to him at first, the blush on her cheeks fading as she became increasingly stubborn with it. "I...I don't want to sleep alone." She murmured shyly, hoisting Scruff closer to her face to nuzzle her chin and lips against his headfur, looking more and more like the child she used to be than the awkward teenager she was now. In fact, she didn't want to sleep alone so badly that she would be more than happy to take up a bed instead of the floor, or a couch or chair or anything. Just as long as she wasn't alone.
"Please?" She stared up at him with her head bowed, wanting to reach out to pinch his nightshirt but alas, she only had one useable arm and that was taken up by scruff.
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 8:55 pm
Christof stood stiff and still like a hollowdeer in Doombuggy headlights, his eyes darting to the side and then back again before his hands trembled up against his chest, "Together?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 8:59 pm
The Vetala, however, didn't look away from him for once, except for when she had to look at his hands...but that was still technically him, right? Just not...his face. Or something. "Yes." A slight pause, and then: "Please." At least she was always polite?
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 9:09 pm
He fidgeted, glancing to the door, the bed, then back to his chair, all three hands twisting, his mouth squirming before finally he relaxed a bit. She just... wanted some company. Like he had sought from Malodore and Riley that time after that horrible Island.
He had been spending a lot of nights at Barth's if he could help it, since their more recent misadventure.
"Should-not-tell-Miss Lizzy," He signed after some thought, still meekly staring down at his large bare feet.
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 9:21 pm
"...Why not?" She questioned with a frown, but it wasn't because she was upset. No really, why shouldn't she tell Lizzy? They were just going to sleep, right? What was so wrong with sleeping? She'd slept with Lizzy before! ...And Tahki and Mac and Charlie sort of. Lots of people!
While she waited for his answer, she set to putting Scruff back on the ground; it was getting too tiring to hold on to him.
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 9:24 pm
Scruff rolled like a very floppy thing, waving his paws in the air before flopping into her backwards feet with a whine.
Christof shifted from foot to foot before picking up his pillow, still looking oddly embarrassed as he motioned to the bed.
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 9:43 pm
"W-Why shouldn't I tell Lizzy?" She questioned again, wondering if maybe she had said it quiet again; unlike last time, there was no superclose Igor to silence her! Take that! For a moment she looked behind her at the poor, apparently now very lonely scareon, and with a murmur of apology she slid her feet out from under him.
She was a good ghoul though, and sat on the edge of the bed until he told her to move or just...moved her on his own. Either way, she stared up at him expectantly.
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 9:46 pm
"Lizzy-usually-cross-with-me. Do-not-wish-for-more... confusion." He signed carefully, before sitting as well, and rearranging the bed. There was a distinct gully in the worn old mattress where the hunchback would curl up. Even with her new body, Amrita was a slender ghoul, though, they would probably fit.... he didn't want to accidentally crush her against the wall, though, and he carefully pushed back his worn blanket to bring his feet around and scoot to the side, hopefully with enough room for her.
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 10:09 pm
"S-she is...?" Lizzy? Cross with someone? Really? Whoa! "Confusion over...what?" Admittedly she was almost afraid to ask, but she had to! She couldn't help it! A curious eye was watching him get himself adjusted first; she was quite smaller than him and would make any size space perfect for herself in one way or another.
"Because of...the...umm...tent...?" Her voice got quieter and a little more pitched as she brought it up again, feeling that silly stirr in her stomach again. Once he was settled she shuffled back, leaning against him just long enough to get her feet onto the bed. "And, um..." She murmured, moving to lay on the bed, curling onto her side under the blanket, the size of the bed forcing her to rest close to him. "Y-you...never answered before..." As to whether or not it was an accident, or if it was just because he was happy she was alive.
Those silly bats were returning, and her face was starting to feel warm again, aaaaa~
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 10:22 pm
"Complicated," He signed carefully, staring at his knees under the blanket, his heart still thudding away in his chest behind his stitches. Why was he worried? It was just... well, he had never really ever... shared his bed with anyone. Even when Barth and Calder had... visited him at home, they hadn't spent much time in what constituted as his "room" at all.
He had slept over in Barth's room plenty of times, but that hadn't been curled up in his bed...
... and he would have loved to curl up in Mistress's bed...
He was suddenly struck by a dilemma. With his arched, hunched back, he couldn't just lay back. Usually, he curled up on his side in some form or other, but that meant either facing the wall or facing... but... but it would be rude to put his back to her...
Lips pursed, he settled down, reaching for the light switch around her.
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