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Post by Mustapha on Jan 13, 2009 0:32:21 GMT -5
Mustapha furled her eyebrows. She didn't know, she hadn't a clue. A lot of her life here was all sunshine and butterflies and nonsense, because she was living the childhood she had lost. The bohemians treated her like a child and made sure she didn't hear about anything too adult, so she nevwer had any bad feelings really.
"I...uh...no I don't" Her voice shook, she was cared all of the sudden and she tangled her fingers together nervously.
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Post by Scaramouche on Jan 13, 2009 11:09:03 GMT -5
Scaramouche let out a tired groan and reached up to rub her eyes with her gloved hands.
" Oh right." she mused " Raised by Global Soft, where everything is all candy and rainbows and Ga Ga sweet." she spat out the last words of her sentence with so much venom, she could practically taste it.
Glancing up at Mustapha, Scaramouche noticed that the pink haired girl was staring at her with wide, fearful, blue eyes. Letting out another long sigh, the Bad-Arsed Babe reached out to the younger girl, holding her arms out to let her climb onto her lap.
" Look, you have nothing to be afraid of. I'm just being paranoid, don't you worry about anything." she sighed, trying to speak in a soothing tone, but she still couldn't totally mask the worry in her voice.
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Post by Mustapha on Jan 13, 2009 16:10:09 GMT -5
"Oh right. Raised by Global Soft, where everything is all candy and rainbows and Ga Ga sweet."
Her eyes widened. It wasn't exactly her fault for being imprisoned. She stared at Scaramouche for some time before she eventually looked up and sighed.
" Look, you have nothing to be afraid of. I'm just being paranoid, don't you worry about anything."
Mustapha eventually found herself in Scaramouche's lap again, despite what happened last time she was there. She didn't know what to say. She was scared, it was obvious Scaramouche was scared about something she wasn't telling and the st-or-m got worse by the second.
After a crash of thunder silence hung in the air and Mustapha decided to take her chance. She bit her lip before mumbling out, "I love you."
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Post by Scaramouche on Jan 13, 2009 16:22:38 GMT -5
"I love you."
Raising her eyebrows, Scaramouche couldn't help but smirk and she reached out to ruffle Mustapha's messy pink fringe.
" Well, that's very cheesy... but it seems like something you would say at this moment, so I love you too, my sweet, cheesy little Phapha." she said, hugging the younger girl and rocking her slightly.
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Post by Mustapha on Jan 14, 2009 6:28:42 GMT -5
(just a note that i'll be away for three days so don't think I've forgotten you!)
Mustapha smiled softly. Feeling Scaramouche's warm arms around her numb, cold ones made her smile harder.
"Well, I can't help if it's cheesy...because its true and that's all that matters to me..." She grinned and hugged Scaramouche back.
She jumped a little when a thunder crash went off and blushed, still annoyed that she was frightened by the thunderous "rock God's concert."
"woops..." She muttered, trying to covering the pink rising in her cheeks.
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Post by Scaramouche on Jan 24, 2009 21:23:37 GMT -5
Scaramouche smirked and hugged Mustapha close.
" It's alright to be afraid Phapha... I would never mention this but, I used to be terrified of the dark." she said in a low voice. It was the truth, when she was a small girl she had always needed to sleep with a light on.
"But if you say anything to anyone about that, I will hurt you!" she growled threateningly, pulling away to jab her finger in the younger girl's face, her eyes narrowed.
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Post by Mustapha on Jan 25, 2009 20:50:25 GMT -5
"Really?" Mustapha raised an eyebrow, her voice muffled because she had dug her face into Scaramouche's hair, hiding her pink cheeks.
"I never would've guessed...how did you stop being afraid?" Mustapha asked inquisitively, hoping the same thing would apply to her fear.
She looked up and blew Scaramouche's hair from her face.
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Post by Scaramouche on Jan 26, 2009 19:17:45 GMT -5
"I never would've guessed...how did you stop being afraid?"
Scaramouche shrugged.
" I guess I just stopped when I realized that there was no actual reason to be scared." she reasoned, reaching out to brush some of Mustapha pink fringe out of her eyes.
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Post by Mustapha on Jan 26, 2009 19:52:07 GMT -5
"No reaosn to be scared..." Mustapha repeated to herslef, focusing on her fingers that were twitching and tangling, something she did when she was thinking.
SHe looked up at Scaramouche and just stared at her for a long time, pressing her lips together. "I guess I could try but...it just seems so hard I mean loud noises seem to make me..." She was cut off by another thunder clap.
She jumped again and closed her eyes, breathing in and out deeply. "So much for a bohemian aye? I'm supposed to play with you and that loud thing," She jerked her head in the direction of the mighty axe, "and I can't even stop jumping at loud noises...I'm hopeless..." She laughed bitterly, blowing her fringe out of her eyes in frustraiton but still smiling.
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Post by Scaramouche on Jan 31, 2009 9:02:30 GMT -5
"So much for a bohemian aye? I'm supposed to play with you and that loud thing, and I can't even stop jumping at loud noises...I'm hopeless..."
Scaramouche laughed and hugged Mustapha close, lowering her head into the younger girl's messy pink locks, chuckling. She then pulled back and gave her a smirk, followed by a hard stare, her eyebrows narrowed over her dark green eyes.
" Now don't say that!" she scolded " You're not hopeless Phapha, you're a brilliant bass player!"
They sat in silence for a few moments as Scaramouche fiddled with one of Mustapha's pigtails, tickling the bass player's cheek with her hair. Then an idea hit her.
" Hey," she began, sitting up straight and maneuvering so that Mustpaha was now sitting on the bed and not on her lap " If you're up to it, why don't we go and practice for a bit?" she suggested, going over to her guitar and picking it up. " Actually, scratch that! Why don't we just jam, for fun? My nap can wait."
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Post by Mustapha on Jan 31, 2009 17:18:41 GMT -5
Mustapha perked up at the idea but then she looked at Scaramouche's tired eyes.
"Are you sure? You look like you could drop any minute...and Gaz told me you get kinda cranky when you're tired..." She added quietly, squeezing her eyes shut, waiting for the impending rant.
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Post by Scaramouche on Jan 31, 2009 21:12:38 GMT -5
"Are you sure? You look like you could drop any minute...and Gaz told me you get kinda cranky when you're tired..."
Scaramouche rolled her eyes and let her breath hiss out from between her clenched teeth.
" Honestly, sometimes you worry about me more than Gaz does, and that's saying something!" she growled in annoyance. " I'm fine... and yes, I might be a tad cranky when I'm tired but that's only because certain people don't understand when to bugger off!"
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Post by Mustapha on Feb 1, 2009 16:51:15 GMT -5
"Honestly, sometimes you worry about me more than Gaz does, and that's saying something!"
Mustapha smiled innocently. "Well maybe we worry about you so much because everytime we turn our backs you get into a fight with someone!" She laughed, taking a small dig at Scaramouche for once.
"I'm fine... and yes, I might be a tad cranky when I'm tired but that's only because certain people don't understand when to bugger off!"
Mustapha pressed her lips together, feeling a bit unwanted at the moment. She shrugged it off and hopped off Scaramouche's lap.
"Alright, alright I get it...can we go play now?" she asked, shuffling her feet and hoping Scaramouche wouldn't bite her head off again.
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Post by Scaramouche on Feb 1, 2009 20:25:50 GMT -5
"Well maybe we worry about you so much because every time we turn our backs you get into a fight with someone!"
Scaramouche blinked and raised an eyebrow at Mustapha.
" Well, look at you! Actually coming up with a snappy retort for once!" she said sarcastically.
"Alright, alright I get it...can we go play now?"
" Yeah you better get it..." she mumbled under her breath.
" Sure, let's go play." she said, gripping the Mighty Axe a little tighter. " Now, why why don't you go get your bass guitar then we'll head to the music room."
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Post by Mustapha on Feb 2, 2009 1:07:43 GMT -5
" Well, look at you! Actually coming up with a snappy retort for once!"
"Learnt from the best!" Mustapha said proudly. She heard Scaramouche mumble something angrily under her breath but she ignored it, rather than drag out the slightly amusing slightly cranky moment any longer.
"Now, why don't you go get your bass guitar then we'll head to the music room."
"Righto..." Mustapha said enthusiastically. She snuck out the door and began running down the hall, forgetting for a moment she was in socks and there were loud noises going off, not the best mix. It only took one thunder clap and she slid across the floor and into a wall.
"Bugger!" She mumbled, shaking her head and jumping back to her feet. She hoped Scaramouche hadn't seen. She continued to run none the less, getting an idea. She decided to take a big run up and then stopped suddenly, skidding down the last hall and sliding somewhat gracefully into her room. Crash landing on the bed, she giggled to herself as the bass on her wall came off and she caught it, as if she had rehearsed a million times.
Seeing Scaramouche standing outside her door she grinned sheepishly. "Allooooo..." She blushed.
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