 Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 9:39 am
Session One! Yashi didn't want to be home this day. No, he didn't. So he had tossed on some blue slacks and a matching cheongsam-esque top (and a choker!), his hair got tied up in a loose topknot and he put on his sandles... it was time to make it to Zahs house. Good thing he still remembered how to get there...
The fox made his way through the distance with a rather good fortitude, dusty from the roads and his arms and face had actually grown a small layer of white-fur until he got to the shelter of Neveahs house. Yashis hand rose, knocking at the door as the fur slowly faded back into his skin.
Zasalamel had seen Yashima come down the front walk from the living room; oh the glory of windows! He'd been excited about seeing Yashi again, and when he informed Neveah that Yashi was here, she made the mistake of saying "Well, go Surprise him by answering the door!" Normally, this meant that he should just go to the door and open it but...not Zasalamel. Apparently mistaking Neveah, the tall boy escaped the house from the back door, then ever-so-quietly rounded the house, coming up on Yashima from his blind side; since the right side of the doorway had tall shrubs and bushes. He lingered around the bush for but a moment, waiting for the right time to surprise his friend.
"Yahshe!" He said suddenly, springing from behind the tall shrub to pull his friend into a hug from behind.
Yashi was getting a little antsy, tail swishing behind him a bit in annoyance. His feet shifted every so often until he was tackled by the taller drow. The fox yowled feet and legs flailing until he recognized the drows voice.
"Zah." He sighed out slowly, twisting around like a snake. Arms wrapped around the other in another tight hug, squeaking lightly. "Scared me."
"Sohreh~" Zasalamel said, though he still sounded every ounce amused. Eventually he let go of his friend, then opened the unlocked front door. "Cohmn in?" He offered politely as if to make up for scaring the fox.
Once the two were inside, the tall boy plopped himself unceremoniously onto the couch, staying as he fell no matter HOW uncomfortable he looked. Of course, he made a motion with his hand to let Yashi know he could sit whereever he wanted to. "Howh es Yahshe?" He hadn't seen his friend in forever, it was definately a good question to ask! "An'...Whut berings Yahshe toh Zah's howse?" He finally sat up properly, leaning over to rest his elbows on his knees so his fingers could fight and entwine with eachother.
Yashi moved to the couch as well as his friend, sitting down on the ground and letting his head tilt back up against the soft cushion of his friends furniture. Zah could talk, in English, like he did! It was an exciting day and he was quite pleased that now he could communicate with his friend.
"I'm good," He murmured softly, eyes sliding closed. "Slowly the less grumpy one in the house." The second question made him blink a little, a soft chuckle. "I missed you. You're my only friend except for Makana and..she's disappeared. You're my best friend."
Oh, Zasalamel could speak english; but it was horribly butchered. Everything he said he said slowly, and everything he said just couldn't escape his heavy undercommon accent. Neveah had overheard a few people questioning his intelligence because of it, and each person she heard comment that way got a rather nasty run through with whiplash from verbal assault. Of course, Zasalamel didn't think anything was wrong; the point was people could relatively understand him now, and he was prouder than pride himself.
At the comment of being less grumpy, Zasalamel couldn't help but chuckle. "Es guhd, Siyo?" He mused on the subject, doubling himself over to scratch at a strange stain in the carpet so small that only someone with really acute eyes would be able to notice. But when Yashi answered his second question, he froze for a moment, then lapsed into contemplative silence. Best friend? He knew what a friend was, but best friend?
"Whut ees meeneng forh 'Behst Frehnd', Yahshe?" He implied, unable to come up with an answer on his own, aside from the possibility of 'exceeding expectations as a friend'....which sounded odd to him. There were levels of friendship? As he asked his question, the Drow slid himself down onto the floor to sit beside Yashima, pulling his knees to his chest. This was the best way to completely understand something he figured, and now the Fox had his undivided attention.
He glanced over at the taller being before shrugging, head tilting to the side, resting his temple on the dark beings shoulder. "...its what Iamel calls Diacyn. He said it meant he'd rather talk to Diacyn then his other friends, most of the time. You can trust them. Hang out with them more."
Yashima hesitated a little before he straightened up, eyes on the carpet. "Sorry... I'm not grumpy but I guess I'm a little stupid."
Zasalamel stayed silent as Yashima spoke, sorting through what his friend was saying very, very carefully. "Soh...Yahshe lyckes Zah behtter?" He said abnormally slowly, as if he were taking a stab in the dark with this response. To him that was the most logical answer! He was happy to hear that Yashima trusted him.
"Stoophed?" He parrotted, looking rather perplexed. He'd heard Neveah use this term an awful lot, so he had an idea of what it meant. "Nau, Yahshe nohte stoophed! Zah stoophed. Yahshe seyd soh." The Drow had stretched out and slightly turned his torso to better face his friend. He was grinning now, recalling what Yashi had called him once he busted out of that cabinet.
"Yes, I like you b etter." Yashima laughed a little bit, hand moving to muss with Zahs white hair. His ears relaxed and his tail flicked, wrapping around one of Zasalamels legs with a murmur. "And you WERE stupid, at the time. I thought you had died or something. I would've been very upset with you."
He nodded firmly, fingers moving to touch the tip of the others ears curiously. "I've never seen ears like yours before."
Oh, so he was right then! "Siyo! Yahshe ees Zah's Behst Frehnd~" Zasalamel keened out happily, though he stopped making noises once his hair was ruffled; WHY did that feel so good? He felt like purring...! When Yashima retracted his hand, he shook his head a bit, pretending to try and flatten out his hair....without touching it. When Yashima's tail wrapped around his leg though, he stared at it curiously before reaching out to try and touch it; he couldn't recall ever touching his friend's tail...it always did look really, really fluffy.
But then Yashima touched his ears. That simply little touch sent waves of shivers down his spine, so quickly that he froze, his hand suspended over the fluff on Yashima's tail; he never did get to pet it. Rather confused over what had happened, the Drow reached up and cupped his hands over his ears to prevent Yashi from touching them again, though he made it look like he were feeling them himself.
"S-Siyo...?" He quieried absently. "H-hahve ahlweyz cerreed theeze eeres...."
"Yes, but I try not to touch small part on babies. They cry." He nodded wisely, eyeing the others cupping and the queer look on his face. "Did that hurt? I'm sorry... Does this mean I can't tickle them with my tail?" Yashis voice pitched to a teasing tone, taking his tail and brushing it against the other.
He studied the others reaction still, foot moving to nudge the drows with his own, pale ankle. "I won't touch them if it bothers you. The bottom of my tail makes me twitch."
The Drow shook his head when he was asked if it hurt. It didn't it just..felt weird. He couldn't really verbalize what he thought, but he hoped Yashima would accept his head shake. His purple eyes widened when Yashi mentioned tickling. He knew what tickling was! "Nau!" Zasalamel uttered simply, though his apparent hesitation over getting his ears touched was distracted by Yashima's tail. Huh, so it was soft and fluffy! Neat!
Slowly, he let his hands drop from his ears, instead he ran his fingers through his white hair. "Nau bauhthur, 'uhst...teekle, gehseng." Zasalamel shrugged a bit, figuring that was the best way to explain how he felt about it. Of course, he had to nudge the fox back! It was only right; an eye for an eye, after all! Sort of. "Whut meen?" The tall Drow inquired, upon hearing 'twitch'.
Yashima laughed, the noise soft and amused as his tail merely gave Zahs hand a comforting pat. "I won't tickle either," He agreed, lips pulled into a small smile. The drow was taller then he was but he was still younger and he was still cute. It all worked out, in his eyes. Zahs question made him pause, fingers edging back up to scritch along the others hair, petting and ruffling it with his thin fingers.
"Like... my entire body freezes and it makes something creep up my spine. Then my tail twitches real hard - a little spasm. That's all." He shrugged, nudging Zasalamel once more. "It used to hurt when people touched it, when I was a toddler."
Zasalamel looked thankful when Yashima agreed to not tickle him, and his hands went back around his own knees. He was all set to listen to Yashima...but then the fox started to pet and play with his hair. Oh god. The Drow sighed in content, absently sliding down a bit so Yashima could reach his hair just a little easier.
"Oh." Was really all he could say in response to Yashi, though his voice was pitched as though he were also asking a question. Really, the Drow was fighting the urge to purr just a little bit.
The drow was reminding Yashima of a cat - or his tousan - with his voice and his leanings. His fingers continued t sift through the light colored strands before he tugged at his friends shirt.
"Scoot foreward a little, Zah. I want to play with your hair." The order wasn't really an order, tone sliding up to sound as a request. But the playing meant two hands in the others hair and he liked that.
Zasalamel blinked when his friend's hand left his hair. Reaching up with one hand, he scratched at his scalp, finding it to be kind of itchy now. He glanced sideways at the fox once his shirt was tugged, and as he was requestfully ordered, he shuffled forward, giving Yashima enough room to get between his back and the couch, since that seemed to be what he wanted done.
"Yahshe lyke puhlay whit hayir, huh?" The Drow commented absently, pulling his knees back against his chest.
Yashima scooted over behind the other, legs on either side of Zah so he could sit back comfortably. His hands went back up into the hair and, instead of scratching, simply petted and rubbed gently. A grin twisted on his lips at the others question.
"I like NICE hair," He agreed, "But only Kian has nice hair.. and you. You have very nice hair."
"Oh?" Zasalamel questioned absently once more, making sure to look straight ahead so Yashi could do whatever he wanted with his white locks. When Yashima commented on his hair, he couldn't help that hint of pride that edged his purple eyes and his voice.
"Thahnkeng Yahshe! Zah's hayir es mehss~" At least, that was what Neveah always told him. He brushed it, but it never seemed to want to keep any order to it. It wasn't outragously messy though, so it was acceptable. "Whut maykes hayir nyce?"
"It's just rumpled," He assured the other boy, fingers sliding through scalp to tips of his hair and then back again. The question made his head cant to the side in contemplation. What DID make nice hair? Yashis eyes slid closed as he pondered, murmuring ightly in hi throat.
"Not frizzy, or gigantic. Easy to pet and run fingers through." The little fox nodded firmly at that decision and his hand wrapped around the whole of Zahs hair and he lifted it to see the others neck. "Like your hair."
Zasalamel slowly closed his purple eyes as Yashima's fingers threaded through his hair. It felt so nice, and he felt so calm because of it...he should get the fox to play with his hair more often, this was nice! Regardless of whether he responded or not, he was listening to every word Yashima said.
"Lyke...theen hayir? Zah hayir es theen." He said quietly, musing. Regardless of how nice and content he was feeling, he was trying to sort though these surface worlders meanings and ideas. "Es Yahshe hayir nyce?"
Yashi giggled quietly at the others slowly relaxing frame and he twisted the bulk of his hair up, against the back of his skull. Slim fingers scritched at the small, babyhairs at the nape of his friends neck.
"Thin hair, I guess... But thin hair can be yucky too. Too stringy and yucky but GOOD thin hair is very good hair indeed." He nodded wisely, eyeing the others ears as he scritched. He said he would not touch! "I'd like to think my hair is... No one's said it was bad."
Well, this wouln't do! Yashima couldn't decide what 'Nice Hair' was! Still, the Drow tried to peace together what 'Nice Hair' meant; he was pretty sure he had an idea now, but then again it coul've been very, very wrong.
When Yashima tickled the little hairs, Zasalamel shivered...and even his shoulders lifted a bit. He relaxed again quickly, and he entertained himself by drumming his fingers along his long shins. "Wyel, Zah lyke Yahshee's hayir." He commented idly. "Et es sheyenee." Though, he'd never touched his friend's hair.
"Yahshee noht lyke howse enymoore?" He commented yet questioned idly, remembering the earlier comment of needing to get out.
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