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 Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2012 7:34 pm
Mort gazed at her pose - invisible sparkles included - for all of one second before bursting into laughter, his head bobbing with the motion. And then, for some reason, as he was calming down he imagined Belladonna in a literal pencil outfit and was brought to another fit of giggles, not minding that it hurt a bit when he accidentally tossed his head back against the cabinet behind him. "Yup! Definitely think so," he managed when he caught his breath at last, mouth still twitching as if on the edge of another episode. Catching himself, Mort sucked in a deep breath and exhaled. "Ahhhh . . . Mkay."
He sat up straight again and pushed his glasses back to the bridge of his nose. "Right. In order: Would love help on wings; will let know if something comes up! Brain chip's for helping regular e-electrical impulses in brain, relieve some stress off've it - hope will lead to clearer judgment, regulate n' restore speech patterns, n' better control've Fear energy. If that works, m-might lead to modifying for data storage, have instant access to small library've knowledge without worry for forgetting or corrupting."
As for the compliments, well, an impish little grin grew in response. "Flattering me, Ms. Divine?" he asked mischievously, tilting her chin towards him. "Mrrr~ Never said what you wanted t'do after school. Your turn."
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2012 8:09 pm
Unsure of exactly why he kept laughing, Belladonna joined in regardless and laughed too. Until he smacked his head against the cabinet and a protective hand shot out to cradle his head, but still the witch didn't stop laughing. Finally her laughter died off into stilted chuckles, but it softened to full quiet when Mort began to start talking again.
"Your brain could be corrupted?! Like a computer?!" A deep fear gripped the witch and both her hands found his chest, slightly claw-like as she silently begged him to disprove her. If he could one day short circuit, or contract a virus or anything that would render him No Longer Mort, Belladonna needed to know now so she could find a cure for it as well. After everything, there was no way she was going to let him become Un-Mort because of a simple computer mishap.
"Haven't you heard that flattery will get you everywhere, Sir McNeal?" It would have been weird to call him 'Mister', so the witch refrained and instead further played up their knight and princess game. "I don't know what I want to do after school... Make dresses? Find my own way in the world? Travel? Get married? I don't know!" Both hands went palm up and the witch shrugged her shoulders. "I have power, I'm sure... But I just don't have a cause that I believe in yet, like your science. I like clothing, but I don't think I want to make that my life. It would loose its luster. I want to find something I can stay excited about! That will get me out of bed in the morning." Suddenly a little jealous of him, Belladonna only shrugged her shoulders again. There were so many things she liked doing: Sewing, helping people, planning parties and events... But there were so many other things she didn't know if she'd like or not. Would it be fun to scare a human? Maybe she'd like to be a Trick or Treater? She could easily make it into the Human world and pass easy enough. What if she hated planning parties? What if, what if, what if?
Finally the witch heaved a sigh and pressed her face into his chest, a little defeated overall. But a deep breath of his scent made things feel better, made her world seem bigger and not so immediate. There was plenty of time still.
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2012 8:59 pm
Mort blinked as she dug her fingers into his chest. "Errrr. N-N-Not like computer!" he assured her hastily, started by how she had jumped to that conclusion. "M-More like files! Files on computer. No connection to Interweb o-or anything, so can't get virus." Unless he got an already corrupted file but really, like he wouldn't check and scrub things first!
Thankfully her nails didn't dig so hard that when Bells eventually just laid against him it didn't sting. When she finished speaking, Mort lifted away a few strands of hair and delivered a kiss to her cheek. "Whatever decide to do, m'sure will be excellent at," he told her with an encouraging smile. "Don't worry so much, Bells. Still have time, mkay?" And even though time marched on outside, here in his room, at least for now, he could pretend it was at a standstill, that it was theirs to command.
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