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 Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2011 12:49 am
I now declare this thread in the name of EvaKitsuneLuver and myself!
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2011 12:56 am
Questionable Chaos EvaKitsuneLuver Questionable Chaos EvaKitsuneLuver Questionable Chaos EvaKitsuneLuver Questionable Chaos EvaKitsuneLuver With shoulders straightened and head held high Nessa smirked. "I do hope you'll be proud. I'm not a little girl anymore." Laughing the girl shrugged it off, "I donno, I'll try really hard to get two. And I know you need to work it, but you need to be careful." Warning him Nessa gave him a stern look. "Let's try to be an adult when it comes to the issue and think about it before you do it. I really don't want to be dressing your a** forever." Grinning she stared at him through the steam of her coffee. Moving her napkin and fork to the side she made room for her plate. "Thanks." Smiling she nodded to Ida as a silent okay to the survey she had done of the food. It all looked amazing, but that could simply be that Nessa was starving. Taking a bite of her waffle a sigh escaped her softly. "Man that's good." Childishly smiling the girl looked up at Ian, "How about yours? It looks good too." Commenting lightly she thought about making a bit of small talk to keep the meal interesting. Ian looked up to her with a side grin. Half of a piece of beacon still hanging from his lips. "You know you like it!" He chuckled as he munched on his food. Once he had his mouth empty he continued. "And of course it's good. That's why I get it every time." He picked the salt and pepper up and began to season his meal. Ida had returned to her small chair by the kitchen window and was now talking to the cook. Ian looked up every now and then and watched people enter and exit the small restaurant. "I know you'll be able to get two. We can do it more effectually if we work together one grave at a time." He knew he could do it. "Hell most grave yards no longer have a regular patrol. Some have nothing at all. We could take all night if we really needed to." Nessa laughed at Ian, finding him to be rather amusing. "Well, maybe I do, but I think it's something you should be able to do yourself." She continued on her dinner, watching him with an interested llok. "Alright, I figured we'd work together anyway. At least on one of them." She thought about it a bit. "I think we should pace ourselves. I know it's not the safe choice, but I'm honestly concerned for that arm. I know it seems like I'm the only one, but what can I say? How's your hand? It's not still giving you trouble is it?" As silence crept up on them again the girl looked at her plate, seeing her meal more then half way gone. Her eyes stayed down as she spoke softly, "So, about the earlier issue. What did you decide? Ian I want to try but if you think it's to dangerous. . ." Shrugging she trailed off, figuring he'd tell her not to bring it up. He'd probably want to wait until they got back home. Ian held out the arm flexing his hand and wrist to comfort her worries. "It's still a little painful but it's going to be for a while. I at least have strength and movement back. Don't worry so much about me." He smiled as he moved a rebellious lock of hair from her face. He thought about her question. About what had happened between them earlier. To have a life with her felt right, but there was no need to bring up the fact of obvious danger. His face blushed a slight hue of pink as he realized that she had agreed to try it. Hope was blossoming in his mind. "I know there will be a lot of danger. There will have to be a set of rules we strictly must abide by. But more then anything I'd like to try. We can't not try you know..." He had hoped she understood. That she had the discipline to stick with what needed to be done. "Alright, fine. I believe you. A little." She murmured watching his arm. Smiling she blew the strand of hair out of her face as it fell from the place he had tried to place it. "It's impossible, I swear. You might as well give up." She teased. Blushing at his blush Nessa nodded. "I can do rules, believe me." With a soft smile she pushed her plate forward a bit. She had cleaned it and was feeling much better now. "What do you have in mind, boss?" Grinning she leaned over the table a bit and stole a bite of his eggs. They weren't bad, a bit heavilly peppered but she blamed him for that. Ian smiled mischievously as he tried to fend off her food nabbing attacks. "Well I guess the most obvious would be work and our life will have to be strictly separated. And I'd also like to make a personal request that if something like what happened ever happened again leave me behind. I'll catch up and find you. First priority is save yourself." His grin had vanished to show how serious he was about this. He knew that he could get out of the jam and find her. He would find away as long as he knew she was waiting for him. "As long as we work as partners and not lovers we can make this work." He watched her closely. He had some suspicion that she was going to argue this. (This is most of what happened. Only other thing is she agreed to try to leave him if needed, and she asked him to slow down on drinking. I think. I'll reply to the other one on your other account. :] )
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2011 1:16 am
EvaKitsuneLuver Vywien EvaKitsuneLuver Questionable Chaos EvaKitsuneLuver (She is. ^^ We don't get to see much of each other lately. It's sad when you live under the same roof and hardly talk. xD ) "Ian." She laughed slightly after giving him a few minutes and he was still fighting the strings. Pushing herself off the matress she moved over and tied them for him grinning up at him the entire time. "I'm impressed your already dressing yourself. A bit of a sad day for me. Maybe I shouldn't be so worried over your arm, then I could keep dressing you myself." Teasingly she tapped his nose. "If that's the case we better get some sleep, it's almost six." She muttered looking over at the little clock. Her hand slipped into his long enough for her to give it a shy squease before returning to her bed. "Next time we have to play Scrabble. I'll kick your a** in that too." With an amused smiled she crawled under her blanket and peeked out at him, waiting for him to get the lights. (I know the feeling lol. Oh you should add my origonal account. I'm moving everything over to it and it'll be my main account again. It's Vywien) Blushing he allowed her to tie his pjs up before giving a small chuckle. "If I didn't know any better I'd say you'll stick your finger in there just to make sure it doesn't heal. You like me helpless don't you?" He teased her gently as he made his way to the lamp between their beds. Even though her hand was only in his for a short second it still left him with a cheesy smile and a feeling of warmth. This only deepened his blush. (ooc i can't remember what the outcome of the whole 'i like you' thing that happened lol) Nessa laughed up at him. "No,my finger doesn't need to be in there again, once was enough. But I do like you helpless." Grinning she noticed his blush, "You're awful smiley, feeling alright?" She teased. Propping herself up on her elbow she watched him leasurely. "...of course you do..." Ian playfully whispered under his breath as he shut off the light and laid down in his own bed. Only the faint light from the window lit the small room. "Am I not allowed to be happy?" He teased back with a quiet chuckle. With a smile Nessa settled back down under her blanket. "Well, as long as the fun monitor doesn't find out, I suppose you can be just a little happy." She teased. Looking around the dark room the girl sighed, "I'll watch out for you though, because I'm pretty happy too."
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2011 1:17 am
 Ian started to stir early in the morning. It was unusually early for his tastes but it was hopeless now to try to go back to sleep. The place was quiet save for Nessa's soft breath near him. Looking toward the window he realized that the sun hadn't even come ********..." He irritatingly muttered to himself as he rolled over and pulled a pillow over his head just to roll on his bad arm. "********!" He said a little louder. Looking over his shoulder he noticed that she hadn't stirred so he set to the bathroom to draw himself a hot bath. He was thankful that she talked him into fixing the little bathroom up and getting the shower and tub to work right. It was difficult to maneuver his boxers down and off with his arm being stiff, but it was beginning to feel much better and it was getting easier everyday. It would be funny doing these little things again on his own. But it was cute how Nessa always teased him about it. As he slid into the scolding water her decided he would play limp just a little longer to milk her out of dressing and undressing him. If anything at all just for the chance to listen to her tease him and give him a hard time. Silently he let his mind drift from thought to thought with out limits. He wondered if he could give her the life she deserved, if he would be able to protect her when he could barely protect himself at times....what she got hur....no. It was better not the think like that. He settled on the stream of thought related to work next. If he was going to take care of her, then he would have to make money to do it. They dug up the couple and now it was time to sell. Once that was done then they would figure out what needed done next. His bath in all wasted an hour. By the time he was thrashing around the bathroom struggling to pull his pants up enough to button them there was sun light flooding through the little window.
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2011 8:44 am
Nessa was all for sleeping in. Ian's little rant over his arm didn't stir her, and she slept through his bath like the dead they violated on a weekly basis.
Groaning and turning onto her side however, she couldn't remain in her slumber when the racket started to come from the bathroom. Turning onto her side she sheilded her eyes with her pillow, ligh from the window trying to pry open her eyelids.
"God, for a graverobber he makes so much noise." She muttered groggily, curling up and wishing away the getting up proccess she knew was coming. Laying there she sighed and thought about that noisy old man in the next room.
How long would he be good to rob? Would hisarm ever actually get back to good working compacity, or would it be a handicap? Would she have to start robbing alone in the future, if he couldn't keep up. She didn't like the thought of going alone and decided that his arm had just better heal correctly itself.
"Are you done in there?" She called, her voice muffled slightly by the pillow. "I'd like a turnn in there some time this week." She muttered sleepily, turning over to watch the door with a slight smile.
Her hair was amiss, but she didn't care much. She was alive, Ian was alive, and they had Z to sell. She'd even gotten to eat dinner last night. Life was pretty damn good.
I can't find a picture I like. ;-;
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2011 9:53 am
With one leg propped on the toilet and half sitting on the sink counter Ian was able to button the jeans and with his good hand zip them up. Laughing to himself at first then louder as he opened the door. "Victory damn it!" He motioned to the struggle he had. He found that he was ridiculously proud of himself. Enough so that he forgot his shirt.
Doing a little jig he backtracked to the bathroom where his holy black shirt was waiting and then back to his mattress. "You have been replaced Princess!" He joked as he carefully slipped the shirt over his arm. "I'm a man again!" Laughing harder he watched her struggle to wake up and smiled to himself knowing that he probably only made it worse.
Encouraged by this new triumph he sat himself to crush his pillow while lifting it like a weight. This allowed him to use the muscles in his hand while also using the ones around his wound so they would strengthen them and get them use to movement again. His own physical therapy if you would.
Took me forever to find that one...lol but it suits him!
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2011 11:37 am
She laughed at him, watching him beem over the fact he could dress himself. Sitting up a little she applauded him softly. "Bravo, how long did it take to get your pants on, two hours?" She asked with a bit of a smirk. Standing up came next, followed by streching and then dissapearing into the bathroom.
After a few minutes of more personal care she opened the door back up, leaning against the frame as she brushed her hair. "Replaced? Damn. I was hoping to molest you a few more times." The girl grinned, watching him work with the pillow. "Oh yes, that right there is the sight of a true man. Weightlifting pillows."
She turned to set the brush down, hair realitively in a state of order. Nessa took time to brush her teeth and wash her face before starting a search for clothing. She dug through her cardboard box of clothing until she found what she wanted. Beside that was her box of other articles, mainly personal care related. Grabbing a razor she frowned over at the newly renamed 'man'. "You should shave, now that you're arm's doing so well." She said a bit cheekily, "See how well you do."
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2011 3:01 pm
Only after her back was turned and he was safely by himself he whispered "...no........maybe thirty minutes.........not two hours....." With a mope he continued his activities trying to plan the business that they would need to take care of for the day and what they might do after. His concentration however, was quickly stolen by Nessa returning to the room.
"Molest....as in molestation....that kinky fun stuff???" Jokingly he raised an eyebrow studying her before the harsh insult for his pillow-lifting. Nessa continued to sprinkle salt in his wounds as she told him to shave. It wasn't an ask...it was an order. Without much thought Ian lifted his hand to scratch his chin and the furry growth. Maybe she had a point. No reason to waste his boyish good features looking like Chewbacca. Detaching his fingers from the tangle of overgrowth he snatched the razor from her hands. "Maybe I wanna look like a real man.....you ever think of that...." With a small lop sided smile he made his way into the bathroom.
It took a few tries to angle the razor just right with his off hand Ian slowly made progress. With the job done he cleaned the mess and looked at his work in the mirror. It deserved a smile, just for how young it really made him look, but then again Ian always felt much older then his true age. Tossing the disposable razor in the small trash can he opened the door waiting for the approval of the Princess.
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2011 3:22 pm
Nessa let him have his space in the bathroom. She tookthe time to change, and reorganize her stuff. Their cluttered little apartment had a system, she found, and she liked keeping it in it's chaotic state of management.
"What're we doing today?" She called, taking her time in gathering dirty clothing. Laundry day was tomorrow but she figured she should have it all ready. The girl had to smile when he opened the door. He did look younger. "Now that looks liek a real man. Clean shaven. I can take you out into public now."
"I'm impressed though, you're not even bleeding." She ran a hand over his jaw and nodded. "Good enough, but I'll bet breakfast I get a smoother shave." She wagered, grabbing a razor and heading for the bathroom.
She glanced over at him now and then, perched on the tub. "Makes you look younger too, maybe 24." She teased, unable to help it. Which didn't bother her. She didn't mind his age, but she feared he might. She realized the gap could be an issue. Eight years was quite a leap for her age, considering she wasn't famous.
Sighing a bit she focused on other things, one leg done and moving to the other. "We should go eat first. I'm starved." Nessa wondered if her constant hunger was a problem for him. She figured he was use to skipping meals. She however, had been raised on three a day and it had been a bit hard transitioning out of such a house hold enviroment. "I mean, if we have the time." She added after a bit of thinking.
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2011 9:56 pm
Judging by the light coming through the window Ian could tell that it was still pretty early. He smiled and continued to watch her shave. He didn't really have the need to remind her that while she had two hands to do the deed, he had one....off hand or not, he had to get use to doing stupid everyday things with the injured arm again. Things like buttoning his jeans for christ sake.
It wasn't until she was finished that he answered her. "We still have time for something to eat. There's the diner or chinese." He said thoughtfully. "Maybe later we can find something new for dinner or order pizza. It's up to you, my treat."
"As for what we've got to do today," He started again after a moment of contemplation "We've got to drop off this load of Z and then drop of some bill money. After that the day is ours to enjoy."
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2011 10:18 pm
She was victorious and she knew it. She didn't however rub it in. Finishing up Nessa cleaned her mess and thought about it. "Chinese. I could go for some noodles." She hurried to put things away before finding her shoes. "Something new? Do my ears decieve me or are you branching out?" She teased, gringing up at him as she tied the laces. "Pizza's fine with me though, I don't really care."
Glancing up at the light between the blinds she narrowed her eyes, "Ian it's ******** early. Will anyone even be out to sell too?" She was a bit skepticle. This was the time to go do stuff if you didn't want to find trouble.
"I don't really care what we do. We could go back to the thrift store, or that little place where we got the stuff for the shower? They have cooking stuff there. If we got a little hot plate we could fix somethings." She offered, "What would you like to do though?"
She felt weird just having the day to do whatever with Ian. HEre she was going to drag him off shopping. It sounded like a bad date.Was that what today would be? She blushed a little and moved to stand closer to the door. Highly doubtful it would be anything to special she pushed sych thoughts aside. "Maybe you should just show me what you do for your down time."
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2011 10:48 pm
"Well I tend to forget" Ian smiled widely "That normal people like what is that thing called....." The smile was only reflected in his eyes giving it more of a child like glint. "...Oh yea! Diverse diets. I could live on eggs and beacon, others, well not so much."
Standing up he grabbed everything he would need for the day. The small black pouch that went right into his pants pocket, wallet, keys, hoody, the works. Playfully he tossed Nessa her hoody. "Remember, hide the lack of track marks my dear Princess."
As he unlocked the bolt lock on the door he opened it wide enough for her to slip out then followed behind. The lock was clamped down on the outside the he started walking to the south, towards the little chinese take out.
"You know I think tonight might be the Italian Renaissance festival tonight over near the GenCo building...I'm sure we can find some trouble to get into...."
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2011 2:25 pm
sorry for the wait
"Thanks. I was getting there." She murmured while she pulled the hoddie over her head. She pulled the sleeves down and shook her hair out so it'd cover her neck. She shrugged a little, still thinking of food. "Where would we go that's new?"
"I've been to one of the festivals a few years back. It's was fun." She smiled a little, squintning into the brightness of the day. She followed him, trying to remember what all she had done that night.
"We could eat there? The IRF has so pretty decent venders. Expensive though. But today is payday." She yawned a little and let him lead her through town. It wasn't long before they got to the take out shop and she quietly followed him in again.
"What're you getting?" She asked and looked the menu over. She wanted meat, but was unsure of which one. "I might try the pork, do you know if it's good?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2011 2:45 pm
Ian walked quietly through town, Nessa just a step behind him. It was earlier then he thought....not a soul in sight just yet. Once they got to the little take out joint he opened the door for her and then followed in.
He wanted something with chicken....it sounded good. "hmmm..." He answered her question absent mindedly before clearing his thought and trying it again. "The pork is good, a little greesy thought.." He whispered as the old man walked around the corner a small smile on his face to see the two.
Looking at the menu he settled on General Tso chicken with fried rice then relaied it to the man. He waited for Nessa to choose while he thought about his experiance at the festival.
"I haven't gone to it since I was a bearly more then a kid..." He started. "Kaz took me but I was almost too drunk to remember anything." He laughed about it to himself.
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2011 5:50 pm
She shrugged, ordering the pork lo mien with white rice on the side. "I can handle a little grease." She murmured, standing with Ian. She kept her head down, not really sure about the owner. Last time he had been sleeping and she wasn't sure if he was as angry as Ian had made him out to be.
"Sounds like you." She mrumured with a smile. "It was okay last time I went. Plenty to get into, that's for sure. I was with younger family so it was a bit boring for me. I'm sure you'll make it better for me." She teased.
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