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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 8:32 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 9:19 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 9:38 pm
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With the patchwork now settled beside her, Yaya turned a sly little smile on the sloth demon. There was every chance in the world that the boil would miss it, but that didn't matter. "Of course not, go right ahead. Lw was it?" she'd turned back to address the new comer, smiling politely as the monster ghoul seated before her turned to cuddle against her front. A hand rose automatically to smooth along Junko's hair, petting the other ghoul almost absently to comfort her. "I'm Hadiyya."
With her free hand she gave Christof's shoulder a gentle, reassuring pat. "Don't be so down." Swimming eyes fell on the pen and the constant doodling at the corner of one tile, and she was quick to snatch the pin away, cradling one stitched cheek as she pulled his head up to look at her. "I don't think that's wise, all things considered." They were already in trouble, it wouldn't do to ad vandalism to the poor Igors record. The smile she gave him was apologetic, and afterwards she'd let her hand fall to his own. Pulling it over so it rested on Junkos back, and she could easily see it as she set pen tip to stitched flesh. Tracing the beginnings of a lovely design upon the backs of his fingers and hand.
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 10:28 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 10:48 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 11:08 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 3:51 am
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 4:59 am
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 8:11 am
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 9:15 am
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Calder has been pacing and only paused once when he heard mention of carrots. When it seemed he must of misheard, he went back to pacing, the steady Clop Clop Clop of his hooves on the tile floor not doing any wonders for strained nerves. He really didn't like detention, and he wondered if the game had been worth the risk. Then again, he took it that anything Hellma hated had to be good, and tried to muster some semblance of courage that this was going to be an ongoing war with her (or maybe IT), and that he would have to take any punishment for the risks he wanted for fun and romance. If Hellma had her way, they'd all be in a prison scrubbing forgotten toilets and appliances and not cracking a smile once. This was not how he planned to spend his youth.
Set in a frown, the kelpie barely noticed Tess until she caught his gaze and he paused, before trotting over and plopping down next to her. "Do you think there is a Other Other Bathroom?" He asked her, hoping that they wouldn't be fighting gnomes and soap monsters again. "I just managed to start sleeping from the last time." Ugh, and even then the smell of toilet cleaner made him have war flashbacks.
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 9:42 am
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 9:51 am
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 9:55 am
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 10:09 am
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 10:14 am
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Calder grinned, as he did have some plans. "Ditto. Come up with any idea, and I'll back you up. The students with imagination need to save our student body from the dictatorship that is...that!" He jabbed a thumb at Hellma's door - Probably not the best idea, but when did Calder ever have good ideas? Clearly unaware of any way that Calder would sway anyone, he smiled and leaned back, but then settled back to nervousness. "Whatever happens, I just hope it doesn't involve soap or angry gnomes." Speaking off, he narrowed his eyes at the passing one that was dressed as the Secretary from before. It wasn't a great improvement, but at least this one was less sassy. Still, Calder didn't trust them after that fight in the Other Bathroom.
Leaning over, he smiled. "What do you think of next month? Think we'll be allowed to do anything then? Can't let the most romantic month of the year pass us. Might see about bringing in the holiday spirit." If that holiday was crushed by Hellma and her ban, he would die inside. He could not let that month pass him by without celebrating.
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