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 Posted: Wed Dec 15, 2010 8:50 pm
The clock on the wall clicked over the hour. 9am. Heather had already been up for a few hours, cleaning up the mess that her kitchen had been left in from the night before (how much rockstar and icecream could one boy shove into himself over the run of one night? Really now). Tossing the J-cloth she'd been wiping her counters down with into the trash, she moved out of the kitchen, and down the hall to the room on the end. She gave a quick rap on the door, but there was no answer. Well, that just would not do. Heather had plans for the day, and the day started two hours ago.
Even if it was a Saturday.
"Hmm."
Not one who was really willing to sit around and wait, Heather opened the door and peeked in. She immediately regretted this action as it seemed that all of Demy's fish turned in their tank to stare at her. Their beady little eyes seemed to burrow right through her, and it made her shudder. To top it of.. she was pretty damn sure they were multiplying. Though she wasn't in a big hurry to go over and count them to verify.
Looking away from the fish, she realized the rest of the room wasn't much more pleasant. It looked like Demy had been decorating. In his own special way. No, it wasn't the glowstars stuck to the ceiling, or the glowsticks positioned strategically around the room (next up she suspected their would be string lights, ugh), no, none of that.
Demy's clothes. Were. Everywhere.
Taking a deep breath, she moved into the room, picking up his hamper that.. well, was half full of clothes anyways, and moved over to his bed.
"Oh Demy..." she spoke softly, in a singsong tone, "Demy dear~" the boy just rolled over in his sleep.
With that, Heather brought her arms out, hanging the hamper over the boy's bed, then turned it upsidedown, onto his head.
"Mornin' starshine."
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Posted: Wed Dec 15, 2010 8:59 pm
For a moment it seemed like 'Starshine' was going to sleep through even having a hamper dumped over his head. But eventually a piece of a shirt found itself into his mouth in the middle of a snore, and the boy was finally startled awake by that. Startled awake with a less than dignified snort.
"Huhwha?!"
The blonde sat straight up, a colorful pant leg tumbling off his head as he did. His eyes were bleary with sleep (or really, a lack thereof, he was doing his best -not- to sleep most of the time) as he stared at Heather.
"...W-what time is it?"
Demy looked up, his alarm clock a nifty one that projected the time on the ceiling. ...Nine. Nine in the morning. Nine in the morning on a Saturday.
"..........Night."
And then he curled back up with his plush gerbil in the midst of his clothes pile and attempted to go right back to sleep.
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Posted: Wed Dec 15, 2010 9:03 pm
"Ohh ohoho... no you don't mister." Heather grabbed his legs and dragged them off the side of the bed. "I have plans for us today, and you are not screwing them up. If you wanted more sleep, you should have gone to bed earlier." she quipped in his direction.
"Get up. Get dressed. We are going to the mall. You have five minutes or I'm coming back in here... and I assure you, starshine, you don't want that." she gave a wicked grin before dropping her grip on his legs, and turning to move towards the door.
"So get a move on." with that, she left the room and went to her own, making sure she had everything for going out, then sitting in the living room to wait.
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Posted: Wed Dec 15, 2010 9:10 pm
"Heaaaatheeeeeeeer!"
It was a nerve wracking whine, loud and pleading in it's tone. He just wanted to go back to sleep, was that so terrible?!
"I have trouble sleeping, you knooooow thaaaaat!"
Alas, Heather wasn't having it. He giggled just slightly when she dragged his legs off the bed, But right after he went right back to mumbling excuses and whines into his pillow.
Heather, however, was already out of the room.
Grumbling further the blonde dragged himself out of bed and attempted to get dressed. He had managed to get on a pair of comfortable jeans (now paired with his amazing pajama shirt), before giving up and flopping to the floor.
Sleeeeeep.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Five minutes went by with no sign from the boy.
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Posted: Wed Dec 15, 2010 9:20 pm
Six minutes... she'd given him the benefit of the doubt, figuring he'd probably had to feed those parasites of his that he called pets. When seven, then eight minutes passed, however, she got up and listened down the hall. Nothing. No scuffling, no rummaging. Just silence. Shaking her head, she moved towards the kitchen.
"I warned him.." she murmured softly to herself. Reaching under the sink she pulled something out, and walked back down to Demy's room. When she opened the door and saw the pile-o-Demy half dressed in the middle of his floor, she rolled her eyes.
"Hey!" she snapped, before raising her right arm. At the end of the arm, in her hand, was a pistol. Not just any pistol either, no. A large, green and orange pistol. It wasn't quite supe soaker, but it would do in this case.
"WAKE UP!" she aimed the water pistol at the boys head and rapidly pulled the trigger over and over again, watching the ice cold water fly down towards the boy.
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Posted: Wed Dec 15, 2010 9:28 pm
The blonde shrieked, LOUDLY, and sprung straight up in the air. It was like watching a startled cat on a cartoon. Except this 'cat' was her hyperactive captain who was now wet and scared half to death.
"HEAAAATHEEEEEEER!"
The boy whined loudly, flailing around as he struggled to find a clean shirt among the mess to change out of his now wet shirt. Eventually though he found one, and in desperation to get out of the icky wet shirt he changed in front of Heather . Thankfully he already had pants on.
Grumbling still, he found a jacket and scarf to further bundle up (it was cold out there, damnit!) and then turned to look at Heather. He was awake, he wasn't very happy about it, and he still looked tired as hell.
"Wherewegoin?"
He raised a hand to rub at his eyes and also to shake the water out of his hair. Ughhhh.
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Posted: Thu Dec 16, 2010 6:04 pm
Heather just burst out laughing. Watching Demy flail about like a fish out of water was worth all the crap he would likely put her through for the rest of the day (and she assumed it would only get worse due to this, but hey, she never said she played fair). Still laughing she dropped her arm to the side (but did not release the water pistol) and grinned broadly.
"We're going to the mall. You have next to nothing here for clothes, toiletries, you know, general living stuff." she shrugged.
"I don't want to be out all day, and it's easier to shop early this time of year, than later. I hate the holiday crowds so I want to get this over and done with."
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Posted: Thu Dec 16, 2010 6:34 pm
By now Demy had pulled the hood of his jacket over his head and was glaring out from under it at her. Or, at least, doing his best to glare.
It wasn't all that frightening.
"We're going shopping for fun stuff too."
Clothes could be fun. Demy -did- enjoy his crazy variety of clothing. His wardrobe was currently a bit lacking and this simply wouldn't do.
But damnit he wanted to go look at FUN things too. Like..glowing stuff. And puppies.
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Posted: Thu Dec 16, 2010 9:01 pm
"Yes yes, fun stuff too. Now let's get going." with this she started ushering the boy out of the room and towards the door. She gave him precious moments to throw on a jacket and some shoes before she practically pushed him out the door as well.
It wasn't too long of a walk to get to the mall, and as they entered, Heather was bombarded with the sights of the holidays. It was everywhere. To be honest, though, she loved the decorations and the music. It was mostly the mass crowds that bothered her. She made a note to avoid the Santa area, partly for the screaming children, partly because she was concerned that Demy would want to go tell Santa what he wanted for Christmas.
No thanks.
"Okay. Why don't you show me where -you- like to shop first. We'll start from there..." she paused, looking him up and down, "Then I'll take you somewhere and you have to let me buy you one outfit. And you have to promise to wear it, at least once. For an entire day.
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Posted: Thu Dec 16, 2010 9:24 pm
By the time they had reached the mall Demy had seemed to full wake up AND get out of his grumpy mood. Mostly. The blonde was glancing around the mall as Heather made her deal.
Really, he wasn't paying much attention.
A moment later he had her by the hand and was dragging her off. He didn't let go until they had reached Arid Affairs, the windows full of....
Well...Demy's usual attire.
"Here."
The grin was back on his face, but it was noticeably more wicked. Okay, Heather could pick him out an outfit somewhere and he'd wear it, but they were shopping by -his- rules first.
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Posted: Thu Dec 16, 2010 9:40 pm
Heather sighed and groaned as she looked into the shop. She had seen this one coming a mile away, but had been hoping, at the very least, it would not be their first stop. She adjusted her purse, and looked back towards Demy. He may have been grinning for the moment. Sure, he had his time in the sun now.
He'd just pay for it later.
"Fine fine, let's go..." she conceded, walking into the store. Her eyes glanced over the mass amounts of junk that they seemed to stockpile. Shirts with quips that she assumed were meant to be funny, keychains, stuffed animals (admittedly some of those were cute), hats and... just a lot of stuff that was clearly pandered to over-stimulated teens.
Then again, she was shopping with Demy, so that made sense.
"Have at'er."
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Posted: Thu Dec 16, 2010 9:45 pm
Demy bounded into the store behind her, quickly pulling Heather around with him.
"NOW! The first rule to building an outfit worthy of my awesome self, is realizing I like colors and I like layers. Put these things together and I think you can figure me out. Shirts and pants? Eh, okay, but just THAT is boring! You gotta dress it up with a second shirt, or a jacket, or some gloves...or hell, all of the above! In my book all colors go with all other colors, but I -especially- like blue....or rainbow."
The blonde was beaming as he talked, immediately poking away at some random bracelets that glowed in the dark.
...What, did you expect this to be an -easy- shopping trip?
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Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2010 2:14 am
Heather sighed. She knew she shouldn't have been surprised, but she had been hoping that he would at least have gone somewhere, at least somewhat practical, before heading to this store. She followed him, begrudgingly, into the store, and looked around.
There were a handful of things that were cute, or interesting, but the majority of it just read 'bad taste' to her. It was hardly worth the time it took to look around. Whatever though, she'd given the boy free reign, so she was stuck with this decision.
"Layers hmm? Alright, I think I can remember that." she made a mental note for when she dressed him up, on her own accord, later.
"Alright, find what you want, I'm not staying in here all day."
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Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2010 4:20 pm
He didn't seem interested in building a full outfit.
Instead, Demetri Wright had busied himself with wandering around the store, talking to himself about how to properly mix things like bracelets and rainbow gloves. Along the way he had, of course, picked himself up ESSENTIAL things like the glowing bracelets he had been looking at, some gloves, and a pair of shoes.
The boy was also curiously eying the display of brightly colored hair dye. Ooooo...
"Got some stuff!'
His tone was quite joyous as he wandered back to Heather's side and showed that he had indeed picked out some things.
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Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2010 9:32 pm
"That doesn't look like cl... oh whatever I just want to get out of here." she grumbled, walking over to the counter and having Demy place his items up at the cash. The young woman behind the front display gave Heather a snide look, likely revelling in the more primp-ish girls discomfort. Heather returned the look, shooting darts at the girl, and thinking that she'd best hope never to be left alone while Paragonite was on patrol.
Useless counter jockey.
"$58.24." the girl chirped, and Heather swiped her card before quickly ushering the boy out. She was glad to be back into the main area, and her eyes scanned the crowds before shooting down towards the foodcourt.
"Okay, food first before we do anything else, then you can pick one more thing before I drag you off to put on what I want you to wear. Got it?"
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