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*flop*
Feb 17, 2011 3:02:24 GMT -5
Post by Tybalt on Feb 17, 2011 3:02:24 GMT -5
"Yes, considerably. All over. There are a few on my face if you look, but a great many of them are under the hair."
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*flop*
Feb 17, 2011 3:04:37 GMT -5
Post by Herbert von Krolock on Feb 17, 2011 3:04:37 GMT -5
Herbert turned around and reached to brush Tybalt's hair back from his cheek to see, and then drew away almost convulsively, clenching his hand.
"Oh- oh dear. Well."
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*flop*
Feb 17, 2011 3:07:19 GMT -5
Post by Tybalt on Feb 17, 2011 3:07:19 GMT -5
"You've seen my chest. And my arms."
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*flop*
Feb 17, 2011 3:09:37 GMT -5
Post by Herbert von Krolock on Feb 17, 2011 3:09:37 GMT -5
"It's probably best that I don't see them again when I'm so... never mind."
He laughed nervously.
"I might find them a bit too fascinating-"
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*flop*
Feb 17, 2011 3:10:42 GMT -5
Post by Tybalt on Feb 17, 2011 3:10:42 GMT -5
He was appalled that he was disappointed.
"Why? Yours are."
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*flop*
Feb 17, 2011 3:12:14 GMT -5
Post by Herbert von Krolock on Feb 17, 2011 3:12:14 GMT -5
"I don't know if I should- augh, never mind."
He turned away, a little shaky.
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*flop*
Feb 17, 2011 3:20:40 GMT -5
Post by Tybalt on Feb 17, 2011 3:20:40 GMT -5
Tybalt was alarmed enough to put a hand on Herbert's shoulder.
"Are you - are you all right?"
Uncharitable though it was given the reason Herbert was in his room in the first place, he hoped to Christ he didn't have a fit of some kind.
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*flop*
Feb 17, 2011 3:22:32 GMT -5
Post by Herbert von Krolock on Feb 17, 2011 3:22:32 GMT -5
"...yes," he said slowly. "It's just- never mind."
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*flop*
Feb 17, 2011 3:27:34 GMT -5
Post by Tybalt on Feb 17, 2011 3:27:34 GMT -5
"No, what is it?"
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*flop*
Feb 17, 2011 3:29:08 GMT -5
Post by Herbert von Krolock on Feb 17, 2011 3:29:08 GMT -5
"It's all right, just let me- mmp-"
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*flop*
Feb 17, 2011 3:32:02 GMT -5
Post by Tybalt on Feb 17, 2011 3:32:02 GMT -5
He slid closer, arm going around his shoulders as he tried to pull him back and look him in the eye. He was no good at comforting, but however stiltedly he went about doing it he did manage to show his concern.
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*flop*
Feb 17, 2011 3:32:49 GMT -5
Post by Herbert von Krolock on Feb 17, 2011 3:32:49 GMT -5
Herbert's back arched.
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*flop*
Feb 17, 2011 3:34:56 GMT -5
Post by Tybalt on Feb 17, 2011 3:34:56 GMT -5
"Are you going to seize?"
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*flop*
Feb 17, 2011 3:36:18 GMT -5
Post by Herbert von Krolock on Feb 17, 2011 3:36:18 GMT -5
"No- I don't seize anyway, my fits aren't like your fits-"
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*flop*
Feb 17, 2011 3:39:17 GMT -5
Post by Tybalt on Feb 17, 2011 3:39:17 GMT -5
"Ah.... you're acting as I do before I seize."
He gently pulled his hand away from his shoulder, but did not remove it, instead merely sliding it down his back, this turning into something of a back rub and trying to help Herbert come down. He wasn't all that good at it, though better than Herbert and his aimless poking had been.
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