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 Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 7:10 pm
"He's not going to go away...." Ivie mumbled again, her face hiding in Nye's jacket. She'd pulled the leopard print closer, her mug in a death-grip between her hands. "You shouldn't care...you hardly know me..." It wasn't that she didn't appreciate him trying to help her, she just never had been offered help before. Why did he care? It was only their second outing, after all. Most guys would have let her leave already...
Oh, that was the breaking point. A few tears had managed to escape and Ivie, hating anyone seeing her cry, buried her face even further into Nye's shoulder to muffle it.
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 7:20 pm
Nye frowned. The poor thing had such low self confidence that it made him depressed. It made him question her parents slightly. "I know enough to care. We'll make him go away." Nye's voice came down to a comforting whisper rather than his usual blabber tone. When other people were sad, he was sad.
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 7:29 pm
"Mm..." Ivie had managed to control her sobs, rather quickly too as if she didn't cry often, and sat up, scrubbing viciously at her eyes. It didn't help much; her eyes were still puffy and red-rimmed, her cheeks blotchy and eyelashes clumped together. She took a few deep breaths and gave Nye a fake, wobbly smile. "I'm okay....I'll be okay..." She wasn't convincing anyone and she knew it. A soft sigh escaped her and she let her head fall back on the sofa, looking at the ceiling.
"M'sorry..."
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 7:33 pm
"That's alright. If you wanna camp out here for the night, I can bring out some extra pillows and stuff and set you up out here. I'm really not too keen on the idea of letting you go home at this point." Nye slipped his hand out from behind Ivie and returned it to stroking Lizzie's head rhythmically, even though the dog was already asleep. Nye couldn't imagine being in a relationship like that, or coming out of it, with no one to go to for help. Definite points to Ivie for being strong enough to get herself as far away as possible.
Although obviously, not far enough.
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 7:51 pm
Ivie seemed to perk up a little at Nye's suggestion. She really didn't want to be alone in her flat tonight; sure, Butch didn't have the keys but that might not stop him if he was really livid. When she'd left she hadn't left a forwarding address, but if he'd found her here it was possible he might follow her home. That wasn't something she wanted.
"If...if you don't mind..." She felt guilty for imposing, she really did, but she didn't want to go back out there.
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2008 3:26 am
Nye grinned and ran his hand through his hair once, mostly out of being glad that he knew she was safe, at least for a night. "I offered, of course I don't mind." He forced himself up and nearly tripped over his own legs on his way to the linen closet.
"You know, I've always wanted to have an actual slumber party with a girl, but uh, not under these circumstances." Upon walking back out, he simply dumped what he had brought out - a bedsheet, pillow, blanket, and even a stuffed teddy bear - right on the couch. "I've got a teeshirt and a pair of shorts that I think might fit you for pajama's sake. Sleeping in your day clothes can get kinda uncomfortable." If Nye had said that he was doing this for an entirely selfish reason, he probably would've been lying. It's even that he was uncomfortable being alone in his own house, let alone not knowing if Ivie was alright on her own.
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2008 3:59 pm
There was a soft chuckle from the blanket-mound as Nye almost fell over himeslf. Ivie stretched her legs out. Stress made you forget little things like leg cramp and now that she didn't have to go back home in the dark she was starting to feel a little better.
"You aren't missing much." She admitted, ducking a little so the mass of blankets and pillows didn't hit her on their way past. "Usually a lot of talking, a lot of sugar and maybe a few movies. That's about it, really."
And the odd pillow fight, it's true. But not in underware. Where that idea had come from, Ivie really wasn't so sure. "Ah, thanks...are we going to try for pizza again, or...?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2008 4:29 pm
Nye walked back into his room and seemed to wrestle with something in his closet while he was in there. Assuming it wasn't a living being, of course. Then again, it was a manly closet.
"I think after discovering cheese down my pants, I've been turned off pizza for at least a week. How about a cleaner alternative? Like the microwaveable meals I have in my freezer?" He re-emerged, a bit more scruffed up than he was before he walked into his bedroom, and tossed a pair of his shorts and a t-shirt onto the couch. "You can have the bathroom while I get stuff ready. Go change, get comfortable, the whatnot. And tell me if you need anything."
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2008 4:34 pm
"Fair enough" Ivie chuckled. "S'what I'm used to anyway. You have any of the ministroni ones?" Even after the soup, she felt the urge to tuck into more hot food, if only for comfort's sake.
The t-shirt and shorts would be too big for her, she could tell that at a glance. It didn't really matter, since the pants were draw-string, but she just knew she was going to feel a little silly wearing them. Still, she padded into the bathroom as commanded, ushering Lizzie back outside with one foot, and shrugged the clothes on, careful to only step on the mats as the tiles were near freezing.
She emerged a few minutes later. As predicted, the pants were past her knees and the t-shirt reached to where a pair of shorts normally were. Feeling a little self concious, Ivie shrugged Nye's hoodie back on for warmth. Well, at least she'd waxed her legs the other day.
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2008 7:57 pm
Nye cranked the freezer part of his magnet-covered fridge open, getting a pleasant blast of cool air straight to his face. He searched around the contents with his free hand, only to come to a disappointing conclusion. "No, no I don't think I do. It's between mashed potatoes and gravy with chicken tenders and veggies, some pasta with really thick-looking sauce, or instant noodles."
Nye cocked his head to the side, mainly because it was the polite thing to do. His attitude towards Ivie's clothing change didn't go much farther beyond an amused smile. Someone was used to having girls wear his clothes. He sincerely considered the idea of keeping a few pairs of girl pajamas at his house.
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2008 9:48 pm
It was probably a good thing Ivie didn't know that Nye was quiet used to girls wearing his clothes. She'd then start wondering just who else had worn these and what might have been done in said clothes. At least the old land-lady would be feeling justified.
Plonking down on the sofa to pull her socks back on, the ones she'd been wearing underneath her stockings. Yes, she was one of those people.
"Ah, the pasta unless you want it. I'm not too picky." She replied, standing to lay out the sheets and blankets on the sofa and arrange the pillow. The teddy-bear was a point to chuckle over; the poor thing was only as long as her forearm and had notable patches of fur missing from over-loving. Holding it out of Lizzie reach to prop it in the corner.
"You need any help?" Who knows how one helped make instant meals, but it was polite to ask.
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Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2008 6:17 pm
Nye made one of those 'yes' motions with his fist, as if her picking the spaghetti was some sort of godsent gift. "Score! I wanted the mashed potatoes and I'm really good at making the pasta. There's a special technique to it." Not really. Nye liked to fool around.
He plucked out the dinners and set nudged the freezer door closed with his chin. The standard procedure went for each box- open, slice plastic cover, microwave. "An artist requires no help, and this! This is an art!" he exclaimed with an obnoxiously fake French accent. Nye actually resembled Jean-Pierre when he did that. Sadly.
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Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2008 7:13 pm
She had to snort at Nye's overenthused responce. It was quite likely she'd eat anything right now - she doubted she'd taste it much - yet whatever made him happy. Mashed potatoes seemed to be one of those things.
"You sure that secret technique isn't just making it one too many times?" She teased, not bothering to push the help matter. Unlike Nye, she hadn't quite calmed down and was quite happy to stay where she was. The blanket had been pulled around her and, as Lizzie had fun licking at her toes, Ivie flipped on the television. Animal Planet. Apparently Nye liked it too. Falling quiet, rather tired from the day's events, Ivie immersed herself in an episode of Animal Cops as her eyelids drifted shut every few moments.
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Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2008 7:30 pm
Nye pouted. Just because he was a cooking failure did not mean that he relied entirely on TV dinners.
There was always takeout.
Just for the sake of being all classy about it, Nye put their dinners on actual plates before setting them on the coffee table before the TV, silverware and all. "Iiiiviee. If you're still awake, you want a drink? I'm about to grab some cranberry juice."
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Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2008 8:01 pm
The clink of plates on coffee-table woke the red-head a little. She blinked a few times to try and force her eyes to stay open before looking up at her host. "Ah, same for me, thank you." She didn't actually hear was he was having, truth be told, and couldn't be bothered thinking of anything else. Oh, wait!
"Actually, do you have milk?" Yes. Milk. It was comfort food. She's normally have cereal with it, back at home, yet she already had pasta. Mm, ravioli. The plate was tugged onto her lap and the fork driven into one plump pasta package as the poor, starved puppy on TV was taken to the hospital.
"People can be so horrible..."
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