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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 7:18 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 7:35 pm
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Needle hadn't forgotten. She may have been swept up in plans and meetings, notes and experiments, but she wouldn't forget. A promise of sorts had been made that day, and she would be hellbent on keeping it. When she could she had excused herself, using the excuse of needing to go for a walk; lately she had been taking them alone, leaving nothing suspicious this time around. She wandered until she goung that corridor again, and eagerly walked down it, hoping she wouldn't be the only one to keep her promise.
One of the first rooms she wandered into was...busy, to say the least. Music played, items stacked here and there, chairs littering the place. As she stepped further into the room she was swept up in how many things there were to look at, to decipher from one to the next, and thus didn't notice that she was not alone. At least not right away.
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 8:00 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 8:46 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 9:15 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 9:36 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 9:41 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 10:29 pm
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"I have never bitten before, but I have...nibbled, I suppose the word it?" she mused, not quite understanding that he was teasing her. "My friend did not seem to mind, is that a common thing to enjoy?" Yeah, she clearly didn't understand that he was teasing.
"You do! Aftercare is most important, it is an artist's reputation you carry on your skin, after all." In this Needle was very, very serious. She even lifted her skirt a little bit, showing a fresh bandage around her left lower leg, also accidentally proving that her feet were as ink stained as her hands. After she was sure her point had gotten across she dropped the folds of her hakama again, smoothing them out like a proper lady would.
"Calm, thankfully. Well, as calm as can be expected. Prom is approaching." And the whirl of messages, fittings and frantic classmates that came with it. "Have you ever heard of Prom? " He was home schooled, after all.
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 10:37 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 12:28 pm
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"Hot and...heavy?" Needle repeated as if it were a foreign language. "...No? He is warm, but not hot, nor has our weights changed?" COnfused, sooo confused. The confusion did flee when her tattoos were in question, beaming with pride and holding out her arms.
"Yes! I have done all my own tattoos so far, with the exception of these~" There were a few she pointed at on her lower arms, ones that were mostly hidden by general ink stains. Here she smiled fondly, tracing the almost invisible lines. "My sister did these when we were still learning." It was a careful balancing act and trance to tattoo certain places on herself; a use of mirrors with an ink wash over her skin, followed shortly by trust in her hands and the ink she used.
"Ahh, but at least you had a good night. That is the best goal to have, as far as I am concerned." There were a lot of social protocols for the Prom it seemed, but everyone, her date included, threw around the word fun. That seemed to be the end goal of the event, really. "I am, yes. His name is Ulmuka." Needle didn't feel guilty providing a name, it was better than nibbling guy. The subject of her date was brushed off easily, moving onto more curious topics to her.
"Pardon if this is...personal...but this ghoul friend of yours...did you two have sex after?" Muka had said it was optional, but she did want to know how optional it was.
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 6:33 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 8:56 pm
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"I thought it might be." Needle mused, almost sounding disappointed; but he gave her what she wanted to know anyway, so in the end it worked out. He didn't need to laugh so much, though! Granted he was older than she was, he would know more by default! It didn't stop her from lightly pouting, though the gesture was so tiny it could easily have been overlooked too.
"No, but I imagine I might one day." She mused, her head tilting thoughtfully. They were experimenting in adult things together after all, even as friends. "...if it is all right, Bix, may I ask more personal questions? I am afraid I do not quite comprehend such intimacies." The ghoul was at least bold, her voice nor her stance waivering as she asked for permission to get in close, so to speak. The more she thought on the subject, the more memories came back.
"Ah! Also, did you know that Humans apparently reproduce via sex? Is that not strange? I have to wonder how the scarelings arrive...perhaps the carrier's body is cut open to retrieve them?" Her little tidbit was followed by a slew of musing thoughts, more trying to figure it out for herself than anything. As if saying it out loud would make her understand.
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 9:33 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 10:40 pm
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"Sixteen, for now." Seventeen in a few short Octobers. "How old are you?" Now that it had been brought up, she was curious. She mulled over his words though, pondering what they implied; it only made her more confused. "Hormones...? I am afraid I do not understand. Is this common of ghouls my age?" There was a hint of concern to her voice; she only thought about it when the opportunity was there, otherwise her mind was distracted by a great deal of other things. Was she doing it wrong?
"Have you had sex before?" She gave a thoughtful hum again; well, since she had already asked. "Is it important to have feelings to engage in such acts?" As the conversatin shifted towards Human reproduction though, she very visibly grimanced even with hiding her eyes. The idea made her shift almost uncomfortably, absently pressing her thighs closer together, her hands tightening down on her lap. "That sounds...horrific. It must be great pain to bring a scareling into their world." As disgusted as she was, it was a curious thing; birthing here was painless in all regards...but as a ghost raised on suffering, she had the notion that it was also a great honor to do so.
"I admire their dedication in reproducing, though it is seemingly unnecessary and excessive." Said the ghoul with spikes in her arms that served the same purpose as stripes on a karate belt. "The Mother, does she recover, do you know? Can she reproduce again, or does the first scareling ruin her?" Now she was morbidly curious. But it was her last question!
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Posted: Fri Jun 22, 2012 8:38 am
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