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 Posted: Thu Dec 25, 2008 8:33 pm
[[So, how was your christmas?]]
Moé's resistance broke, and she hurriedly sat up and, yanking him by grabbing the excess cloak material on his shoulders, phasekissed him as if she was some sort of crazed animal.
"Sir...", she said between gasps of breath and sobs, "I... told you... to go..."
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Posted: Thu Dec 25, 2008 8:39 pm
((Dinner was awesome, I have to say that.))
Caleb turned red. "...Is this what you wanted?" He questioned.
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Posted: Thu Dec 25, 2008 8:41 pm
[[I love yorkshire pudding. biggrin How about you?]]
That horrible pit of want developed in Moé again, and her legs subconsciously rubbed together a little bit.
"Please," Moé breathed, "free yourself and leave before I get worse...!"
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Posted: Thu Dec 25, 2008 8:47 pm
((I have never had it before.))
Caleb pointed the beaked mask at her. "....I am quite alright." He replied.
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Posted: Thu Dec 25, 2008 8:54 pm
[[It's really good ^_^ You should try it one day.]]
Moé still felt guilty, but she laid down while bringing him with her.
She lost her inhibitions as she continued to phasekiss him.
"Oh, Sir... please forgive me...", she sobbed.
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Posted: Thu Dec 25, 2008 8:58 pm
((Is it like bread pudding?))
"...Why would I need to forgive yourself?" Caleb questioned.
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Posted: Thu Dec 25, 2008 9:05 pm
[[Sorta, but also not. It's awesomer, by a lot.]]
Moé had unlaced her corset and began to take off her shirt.
"You... already know... Sir..."
She knew that, if he were to be freed, that her symptoms would worsen dramatically, and the pain in her heart and stomach would throb like a second heartbeat, but she didn't care.
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Posted: Thu Dec 25, 2008 9:10 pm
((Ok, because I dislike bread pudding, but then again, the last time I had it, I was 10.))
Caleb's skin flared. Caleb took off his hat, followed by his robe.
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Posted: Thu Dec 25, 2008 9:17 pm
[[Well, it is very savory...]] Moé felt at ease, and took off her shorts and socks.
She looked up at Caleb, blushing, her genes not being the only thing fueling her, and she wrapped her arms around his thin frame.
"Oh... Caleb..."
She took a phasenote and placed it on his mask, so he wouldn't accidentally stab her with the beak.
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Posted: Thu Dec 25, 2008 9:21 pm
((It looks....odd..))
Caleb took off his pants and shirt. His skin was an embarrassed red.
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Posted: Thu Dec 25, 2008 9:25 pm
[[The version my mom makes looks like a pie, oddly.]]
Moé held onto Caleb, her face flushed with warmth and happiness.
"You're very warm..."
She smiled, and then fell asleep, exhausted.
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Posted: Thu Dec 25, 2008 9:31 pm
((I was going to say it looked kinda like a potato.))
Caleb stood, getting redressed quite quickly. Placing the hat back onto his head, he looked at his student for another moment. He turned, and trying to be a silent as possible, he exited the room.
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Posted: Thu Dec 25, 2008 9:33 pm
[[Or a biscuit.]]
Moé didn't need any reassurance, so when she felt him not there, she slept as usual. If anything, she slept better because of the lack of extra weight and more space.
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Posted: Thu Dec 25, 2008 9:39 pm
((I guess, but I am really happy my mom made mashed potatoes, she has not made them in like....a year or two.))
Caleb went down the stairs. He went into the parlor, to start up the fire to warm the house.
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Posted: Thu Dec 25, 2008 9:41 pm
[[I'd DIE if my mom didnt make her fmaous mashed taters D:]]
Moé got up, and put on pajamas.
"Didn't get... any... sleep..."
She climbed back into bed, sleeping like a log.
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