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Post by Lucca on Dec 7, 2010 10:03:04 GMT -5
It was a very good thing that Mrs. White didn't know what Menefer was thinking, or she may have considered it a challenge to find something so expensive that it used up all of his money in one go. She would have found it so, so very amusing that he'd taken out a loan for her. The very idea might have actually brightened her day in the way a shark's day is brightened when it smells blood in the water.
Luckily for him, Menefer didn't voice any of that, and so the Tulgey was merely thinking about a few small trinkets to have him buy as objects of his affection for her. She blinked large, pink eyes to him at his words. He tried his best? That was just...precious. Or possibly pathetic, depending on which side of her you asked. "Oh, please? Let's do that, dear," Mrs. White said, taking the offered paw in her own and letting him help her up. She'd make sure this was a day that neither of them would forget. For very different reasons, of course.
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Post by /|/afamere on Dec 8, 2010 1:20:59 GMT -5
OH how he loved the feel of her fur. It was just something small that he loved about their weird relationship. There were many small things that he enjoyed and this had to be one of them. He helped her down and watched as she started to walk away as he followed closely to the left side of her.
It was amazing watching her move. It seemed that in everything that she did was deliberate and refined. The way she talked was careful making sure to put only what she wanted to say and nothing else that could give someone pause at her motives. The way that she ate... oh how he loved that fact. She loved his food, he hoped, and he loved to watch people eat, especially her. It made him feel good about what he was doing, how he hoped that through his food that he could solve all issues... for the food wasn't only the way to a persons heart, but also to their mind and understanding of others.
He looked up at her with his violate eyes as he moved a bit more closer to her.
"So what would you happen to have your fancy for?" he said trying to be more educated outside of a cook book.
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Post by Lucca on Dec 8, 2010 11:10:17 GMT -5
Mrs. White smiled widely and innocently at Menefer as she walked on soft paws beside him, pretending not to notice at first when he moved closer to her, looking at her in a way that made her inwardly chuckle. He was hers. And each date they had, she'd make him more hers until there was no way he could escape. Then...she'd break his heart. It would be utterly fantastic. It would be her moment of glory (other than finally getting away from the fool, McDuck). Her fluffy tail swished and she batted her eyes at him in a way that she was sure would make his heart skip a beat.
"Oh, just let me find a place, dear, all right?" She brushed her tail against him and started to walk, trusting him to keep pace with her as her black-tipped paws hit the pavement delicately. "How's your leg, sweetie?" she asked innocently, because she didn't want him picking out the topic of conversation. He'd probably pick something utterly boring, like food. Oh, how she loathed cooking, and the fact she had to do it day in and day out.
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Post by /|/afamere on Dec 15, 2010 3:12:59 GMT -5
Well he was going to discuss something that was really difficult to make, and yet he was slightly pleased that she had chosen something else to talk about. He didn't want to be the one that chose the topic, after all... today was her day to decide what to do and when to do it. So it wasn't that bad to let her pick the conversations as well now would it?
Though to chose his leg as the topic source... well that was a tough one. He had been tripping over his own leg for the past two weeks. He had been catching hell from all his co-workers and some of the people at the hotel. He would cause a blunder and find himself trying to make some excuse of why he wasn't bound properly, or why he was even at work if he was going to keep slipping up every other step. Though... he didn't want to tell her that it was a mistake of some sort, suits... he was doing better today than he had in quite some time.
He looked over at her and caught her batting eyes and the swish of the tail that almost touched him. He quivered and smiled at her, which made his concentration faultier as he went chin first to the cobbled stoned street. He went down with a crash and found himself looking at stars for a few seconds...
As he tried/got helped up, he smiled up at her, "Well... about that good I supose." he said as he shook off the dirt that he acquired.
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Post by Lucca on Dec 15, 2010 9:36:43 GMT -5
It was taking him a bit to answer, and Mrs. White felt a bit of immeasurable glee bubble up that she'd apparently chosen an uncomfortable topic. Though not, she suspected, for the reason most other Torques would think. Menefer was an odd duck (not that she wanted to think about ducks), and didn't seem to hold to many of the traditional values of his Realm. So much the better for her, she supposed...if he was going around whining over nothing like a lot of Torques managed to do, it would get very aggravating.
And then Menefer fell flat on his face. It was so sudden and surprising that a small half-laugh managed to escape her before she covered her mouth with a paw and forced the rest of the laughter to be internal. She hoped Menefer would take it to be a noise of shock instead. "Oh, oh Menefer, dear, are you quite all right?" she asked, forcing her voice to sound worried. After a moment she offered him a paw up, which she would have grumbled about inwardly if her entire inner self wasn't still laughing.
"Ah...I am sorry to hear that, dear! Should we walk a little slower?" Her mind was racing. She could work this to her advantage. Make him even more dependent on her. "Perhaps, if we walked a little...closer together...you could lean on me for support if you started to fall?" Yes, the possibilities for that were great indeed...
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Post by /|/afamere on Dec 17, 2010 10:20:13 GMT -5
He couldn't help but feel like he was the regions biggest fool. Here he was trying to take out a lady for a decent time out in the market, and he was falling all over himself. Well shouldn't it have been more like this: "Falling all over for her"? Well that was what he wanted... and yet he did find that if he walked a bit slower and a little close to her that he was able to walk a bit more at ease. So yes... he was falling dependent for her, in more ways than many would ever suspect.
Though being this close was something of his down fall as well, for he found himself almost unable to look away or from taking in her beautiful sweet scent. It was as intoxicating to him as a dish said that couldn't be made. Suits, he was tripping more than ever, even on a flat surfaces that didn't have rocks that jutted out of the street.
"Yes... that sound lovely..." he said with his tail flying about in joy and in being shy and really not know what to do really.
Things were just looking up for him as they walked in the outskirts of the City Market.
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Post by Lucca on Dec 18, 2010 10:15:02 GMT -5
Mrs. White gleefully invited him walking closer to her, her manner perfectly solicitous but her eyes gleaming. At this rate, it would take an even shorter time than she'd hoped for Menefer to completely depend on her. And the sooner he needed her, the sooner she could give him what he needed...and then cruelly take it away. The thought sent a tingle of pleasure down her spine. Ohh, to have him crying a whimpering and staring at her, the dark eyes pleading, while she laughed over his pathetic form!
For now, though, she noted how taken he was with her scent. She made sure to brush her silky-soft tail against him 'by accident' quite a few times. She hummed lightly under her breath as they walked in the market, looking around for some little pretty trinket. This was happier than she had been in a long while. Manipulating Scrooge just wasn't fun, was never fun. Manipulating Menefer, however, was turning out to be quite the wonderful experience. Even her blood lust was pushed down and quieted by the anticipation of all the mind games she could play.
"Oh! Oh, what a lovely piece of jewelry," she purred, pointing excitedly to a rather expensive jewelry cart. The Feline hadn't owned anything like that for years, not since she was forced to sell the pieces her husband gave her when her fool of a brother ran off. She made her graceful way over, tail brushing Menefer lightly to encourage him to follow.
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Post by /|/afamere on Jan 18, 2011 14:18:18 GMT -5
(well here it is and I hope that it is long enough. Sorry for the wait, ^_^.)
Well he was in fact quite taken by the scent that she produced. From the time that he had first caught a wift of the sweet smell had he been attepting to place a name to the silky scent. At first he had thought it to be lilacs, though he quickly dismissed that option as soon as she had basked him with her tail, and still no leads to what that heavenly scent was. He was about to ask her, but she had already darted away to some jewlry stall making sure to rub her tail on his nose.
He had only to take one look at the stall to realize just how expencive it actully was before she had even said anything. Though in good spirits did he come up next to her to inspect it as well. "Are you sure that is the peice that you wish for." he asked as he gukped a tad at seeing the price tag. Though he quickly gathered that the rest of the jewelry was either as expencive or worse.
The love stricken fool had already staared to draw his coin purse out, making sure to leave the other quite hidden for his frying pan.
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Post by Lucca on Jan 18, 2011 15:17:51 GMT -5
Out of the corner of her eye, Mrs. White could see how much the price was making him squirm. Perfect. The more sacrifices he made for her sake, the more that she would have him under her paws. Like a Rat with a broken leg and more voice than sense. She loved the squealers. Music to her ears...but that was all not important right now. Not as much as this.
"Ohhhh, you're going to make me choose only one?" she huffed, tossing her head and putting her ears back in a mock pout. She gave him a pitiful look, her eyes gleaming, and then turned to look at the necklace again, watching Menefer out of the corner of her eye. He was already pulling out his money bag. Good, then...she felt a tiny flash of resentment that he probably had more on him at that moment than she collected in a month of her slave work, but quelled it because all that was his was hers anyway.
The necklace was really a lovely thing...it was silver, because she didn't care for gold jewelry after the way Scrooge worshiped the stuff, and finely crafted to the last intricacy. It was inlaid with several gleaming rubies that she was sure would bring out her eyes. "Yes, this is the one," she purred, pointing again to the necklace. It was pricey, yes, but it was nothing compared to some of the other things the vendor had in stock. She was being nice to Menefer, this way.
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Post by /|/afamere on Jan 19, 2011 13:14:26 GMT -5
Menefer looked to the necklace with a bit of disdain in his eyes, and it showed too in his posture and in his way that he sighed. He looked up to the merchant, who was after all a highlander (go figure), who was smiling at him knowing full well that he almost had to buy it else he would have to face a rather deprived female. So he lifted his coin purse and started to pull out his hundred piece coins all the while thinking of all the hours of hard work in the kitchen that it would require of him to repay the bank. Suits... he may even have to get a second job.
He paid the man and said his thinks as he turned to Nel with the prize in hand. "Here you go Nel, I hope that you enjoy this piece of top notch jewelry." he said with a smile on his face that didn't betray anything that he felt, for after all... it was making her happy so in essence he should feel happy as well, and he did. With Gentle paws of that of a master cook and the balance on his hind quarters did he clasp the necklace about her neck.
"It looks rather ravishing on you." he said as he stood back on all four legs, a gift from her by removing the bindings on his leg.
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