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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2015 3:01 pm
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She waited eagerly for his answer, wondering what he wanted in the world, and if it was something she could even provide. Candy, toys, clothing...that was all doable. But world peace? The ability to transform into a giant lizard to destroy a city? Not so much.
When he finally managed to say what he wanted though, all she could do was stare.
All he wanted for Giftmas was to...spend it...with her...?
Big black and blue eyes stared at him in surprise, gaping as she tried to sort out why. After all, it was such a simple thing - and honestly?
"...Well um." She started, bowing her head and fidgeting with her sleeves before twisting dark claws together. "I was, um, gonna...make you spend it with me...anyway..." Giggling a little to herself, she then looked at her feet, kicking lightly at the ground. "So um, yeah, I - we? - um, yes...but..." Taking a deep breath, she cried again:
"What else do you want?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2015 8:53 pm
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"But I---" Xavier was prattling on as if he never heard her, and that was starting to make her panic. Her whole frame started to shake and she held out her hands, waving them in a vague attempt to stop him from saying anything more. It probably would have worked too, had she actually said something, instead of just vaguely gesturing.
Either way it either worked or he got it, and she sighed very loudly in total relief. So he was okay with spending the day with her, then? That was why he was talking about pens or something...right?
"O-ok! So um, hang outs and...presents? AND SPOOKIES!" She yelled, because it was easier to loudly change the subject than it was to dwell on things that made her head hurt. "THAT SOUNDS FUN but we need to decorate! COME ON UP UP UP LES'GO!" Yes, very very loud subject changes worked best.
They were so subtle, too.
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2015 7:46 am
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"WOO!" Helmut shrieked anyway, desperate to take the focus off of the awkward that had just transpired. The small wendigo hopped until he was on his feet, and then quickly scurried after him to the demon dorms and, finally, her room.
She was clearly excited about this; there was even a cleared corner, with a little post-it note on the wall that read GIFMAS TRE with an arrow pointing down, as if she'd forget why she had that spot to begin with. Since Xavier had the box, Xavier's job was clearly putting it down, and so Helmut rushed to the kitchen, opening and slamming cabinets, drawers and the fridge in her haste to get everything needed to make amazing spookies.
Then, because it was easier than trying to discuss anything of importance (even though food was and forever would be the most important thing ever), and settled right into making the spookies, being very careful - though still very loud - about every tiny little thing.
Even pouring flour became a source of noise, as she clanged the measuring cup off of a large bowl.
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Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2015 3:01 pm
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"ONE SEC!" She cried, quickly preparing the rest of the spookie batter, and then slapping some onto the baking tray without any rhyme or reason. At least, when they were done, they'd be interesting shaped. A few more minutes of clanging and banging found the tray in her little kitchen's oven, and a twisted timer was set as a reminder.
It was then that she bounded towards him again, feeling much better about the whole thing from earlier. Namely because, well, it was in the past.
"We decorate it!" She insisted loudly, leaning into the box and grabbing a hold of half of a fake, folded branched tree. Luckily it was the bottom, and it was easy to put on its fake stand. "You get the top half!" She insisted, pointing at the other half of the dingy old tree.
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