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Posted: Sun Aug 24, 2014 9:27 pm
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"I think it is luck, to be honest." Hel replied truthfully, and then shook her head. "Ah, no. They did not." Her lips quirked up though. "Oh...no, Titus, these puppies--" She jabbed her thumbs at her chest. "Are not stuffed. That was just to keep the egg warm! Speaking of--" She pointed a threatening finger at the demon.
"That egg needs to be put somewhere warm until it hatches! I had my beau's scareon sitting on it until I brought it here for you...so find a way to keep it warm! After wards, it is very easy to care for. It is a hardy bird." She then rested her hips on her hands. Usually this was where she'd let him go...but the ******** had to be an a** hole earlier, so she wouldn't.
The reaper grinned.
"So, for the rest of our time, you will be doing training exercises!" Hel clapped her hands together a bit. She then ran Titus through the training regimens she wanted him to rotate between for the rest of the time. Punching and kicking exercises. She was certain the boil's legs and arms were going to be hella sore later and most definitely tomorrow.
In the meantime, between now and their next meeting...she'd work on figuring out his other task. Journal writing definitely wouldn't work for him...Something would though. She just needed to figure it out.
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Posted: Sun Aug 24, 2014 9:37 pm
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