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 Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2008 3:34 pm
Gods. Why on earth did Nye sound so cheerful at...one pm? Oh, right. She was the only one with an absolutely bonkers sleep schedual around here. Unable to hold back a quite groan as she rolled over, burying her head under the blankets, she was quite positive that her voice sounded as sleep-ladened as she did.
"Yeah, I did." The sentance was punctuated with a large yawn as her eyes drooped closed. "Did you mean now or...what?"
Yeah, someone was totally awake >.>
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2008 4:08 pm
Nye registered the sleepiness in Ivie's voice, and almost immediately felt slightly guilty. "Did I wake you up?" he asked, first and foremost. If she needed sleep, he'd let her do whatever she needed before dragging her out of the house, even if it cost him a little more of his sanity.
Maybe the weird discoloration on his face would... go back to a little more normality? Maybe? Maybe not.
"I'll leave the time up to you, if you feel up to going."
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2008 4:27 pm
She hadn't meant to make him feel guilty, not really. Stifling another yawn she managed to sit up, rubbing at her eyes a little. "No...was awake. Kinda. Should be up anyway." Ivie's sentence structure seemed to take a turn for the worst when she'd just woken up.
"Ah...it's Friday, right? Means late-night shopping?" She hadn't been out shopping in a while, but she presumed that part wouldn't change. "Um...I don't need anything but...ah...what time is it now? I'd need about half an hour to get changed, an hour to the shops..."
She was making sense, but not a lot of it.
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2008 4:57 pm
Nye chuckled on his end, moving the feather duster from the TV towards his bookshelf. He hadn't knocked anything down yet!
If he wanted to be mean, he'd fragment his sentences and rearrange the words, but she had enough trouble comprehending as it was, apparently. Sleepiness and all. "Do you want me to pick you up in fourty-five minutes? It'd sure be faster than meeting in an hour and a half. That was just a little too long for Nye to wait.
And he was the one thinking of letting her sleep.
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 1:34 am
Although she was beginning to wake up, drowsiness seemed to make Ivie somewhat most selfish than she usually was. Meaning she actually accepted things offered to her. Shh, don't tell Nye that.
"Um...that'd be good, actually." She gave in, glancing out the window. It didn't look particularly warm out there, and she was still feeling a little light headed from sleep. "You remember the address, right? Car park should still be free too, s'far as I know..."
She cut herself off with another yawn, blinking to herself. "Yeah. See you then, kay? Bye!"
The phone was hung up and, still tired, Ivie flopped back onto the bed. Green eyes slowly started drifting shut, the bed was still warm and awfully comfortable, before she shot back up. Nye was picking her up in fourty-five minutes! Halp!
Shower, blow-dry hair, get dressed, makeup (gods she looked like death today) and then time to heat up those leftovers her mother had dropped off. Lasanga. Yum ~ <3
By the time Nye was due to arrive, the smell of tastey pasta had filled the small apartment, the heater was gurgling happily, and Ivie was very, very much awake. Nom time <3
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 3:38 am
As Ivie hung up the phone, Nye flipped his shut and looked down at Lizzie. "She sure is easy this morning. Maybe I can get away with buying her stuff."
Forty-five minutes later, or forty-six for those of us who like to be punctual, Nye had parked his car near Ivie's house and climbed out into the bitter cold, keys twirling about his right pointer finger again. He remembered the creaky elevator, and stared at it for many a moments once inside the apartment complex, pondering its mysteries.
In the end, he decided to take the stairs.
Seven flights of stairs later, Nye was slightly red-faced and recovering from breathlessness, but didn't waste a second in knocking on Ivie's apartment door. He wasn't sure if she'd hear it over the heater, but hoping was always nice.
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 6:05 am
Nye had impeccable timing. Two seconds before he rapped on the door the oven timer had gone off, sending an annoying, high-pitched beeping through the small appartment. Armed with oven mits, Ivie debated. Politeness, or leaving Nye outside for another minute? She let the lasanga sit and scrambled over to the door, yanking it open.
Despite having red in her eyes - obviously sleep deprivation - the girl was rather peppy by this time. It was amazing what a shower and coffee did for a girl at noon, really it was. She was wearing one of those winter dresses today: turtle-necked and longsleeved, it was a dark green in colour and reached to just above the knees, fastened with a brown belt in the middle. Grey stockings, brown boots and her hair pulled up in some decorative hair-pins, Ivie was unknowingly looking extrodinarily pretty today. If you asked her, though, she'd deny everything and plead the fifth.
"Hey come in just give me a minute my lunch is beeping!" She said in a rush, scittering back over to the oven and letting Nye show himself in. He'd shut the door, she was sure. The oven was tugged open and Ivie, armed with her mits, tugged her breakfast/lunch from its depths and placed it on a tray. Wheph. Safe!
"Sorry about that." She said with a smile, tugging off the mits and tossing them up on top of the fridge. "Didn't want it to burn. Do you want some? It's just leftovers Mum dropped off yesterday but it's still good. I haven't eaten yet so I hope you don't mind...wait! Can I get you anything...wait. Nye, what in god's name happened to your face?"
It seemed Ivie had woken up.
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 12:34 pm
"Food can beep?" was Nye's first playful inquiry. "I knew you were a robot." As soon as he stepped into the apartment, and upon seeing Ivie rushing away, Nye reached behind himself and closed the door. Obviously, they weren't leaving yet, so as Ivie launched sentence after sentence at him, he stripped out of his coat and hung it over his arm.
So now was the time to think of excuses while he spoke. "It's okay, and no thank you, I just had some cereal at home before I left, so take your time. It's bad to rush while you're eating. I'm fine, and I fell. Hit the side of my face on a countertop on the way down, so it's bruising pretty bad. Doesn't hurt any more though!"
Lies. Lies lies lies. Hopefully Ivie wasn't planning on falling for his charm any time soon, because any hugging would result in flinching thanks to his even more severe and discolored chest bruise. Hopefully Butch was feeling the results as well, or Nye'd have some serious qualms with the karma department.
Once his mind was off of lying and excuses, Nye looked at Ivie for the first time that day. Judging from her current outfit, she really didn't need to shop much, but...
Nye liked to spoil people.
"You're looking particularly lovely today."
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 3:57 pm
Although she had taken the time to slice herself out some lasagna and dump it on a plate, Ivie wasn't about to let Nye off quite so easily. The plate was set down with a sharp snap on the table, accompanied by a glass of water, and then promptly forgotten as Ivie walked right up to Nye and peered up at his eye, gentle hands pressing the area around the bruise very softly.
"That's no counter-top bruise." Came the answer, rather sure of itself. "It's the wrong shape and emphasis. I won't ask, though. Sit down."
Leaving her food where it lay, Ivie marched straight into her bathroom and rummaged around for a few minutes before finding what she was after. She returned, tube in hand, before stopping dead. Whoa, wait, compliments? Ivie's head shook from side to side, her cheek's ever so slightly tinting pink. Compliments wern't something that came often to her.
"Ah...no, it's nothing really. I mean, the dress is old and my hair up like this makes my forhead look to wide, but that's alright I mean it always is but...here!" Almost like she wanted to escape, the red-head tossed the tube she was holding over to Nye. Whatever the medication was called had been obscured by fading, she'd obviously had this tube a long time and used it well, over half was gone.
"It should reduce the bruising quicker and it heats a little and it makes it feel nicer." She explained, comfortable now she was back in her own area. "Take the tube, I can get more."
And with that she plonked down and dug into her lasgana.
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 4:20 pm
Your psychotic, abusive, stalker ex-boyfriend beat the daylights out of me.
Slightly pouty, Nye caught the tube and headed straight to the bathroom to find a mirror. Something to take down the bruising a little would be nice, definitely, since just from being touched half his face began to hurt ridiculously.
Surprisingly experienced at rubbing a cream onto his face, Nye began to try and apply the stuff onto his face as painlessly as possible. "Stop making excuses, Ivie. I don't think you'll have to be in Italy for guys to whistle at you today." Nye went to Italy once. He had guys whistle at him. Weird experience of the day.
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 4:27 pm
It was a really, really good thing Ivie couldn't hear thoughts. If she knew Nye was in pain because of her, and she'd say it was her even though it was Butch who'd done the deed, she probaby would have both freaked out and refused to accompany Nye anywhere in public, scared Butch would be after him again. That he might be after her wouldn't really stop her.
Yes. It was a good thing Ivie couldn't read thoughts.
The red tint to her cheeks was obvious now as Ivie tried to hide it by concentrating ever so hard on her pasta. It was nice pasta, really it was, but Nye's comments made her start pushing it around on her plate, feeling awkward. "S'nothing, really, they won't." She cleared her throat. "You sure I can't get you anything?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 4:34 pm
And Nye would have spazzed and probably somehow gotten a watch on her apartment to make sure Butch didn't come near, and she'd probably discover the gun on his person a little earlier than intended, and it'd get to be this whole big mess that Nye would have very little elbow room in.
So yes, a great thing that Ivie couldn't read thoughts.
Screwing the cap onto the tube once his bruise was nice and lotioned up, Nye carelessly left it on the counter and emerged from the bathroom in good spirits. He himself looked... probably bummier than usual thanks to the effect of the bruise on his face. A plain longsleeve sweater hung nice and roomy about his body, along with one of his more worn pairs of jeans. He really didn't want to look too nice yet.
Yet.
"If they don't, you're buying me dinner."
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 4:41 pm
Busy shovelling the rest of her meal into her mouth, eager to be off now, Ivie simply sent a pout towards Nye before swallowing. "That makes no sense. If they don't whistle, like I say, then it'll mean I win. You haven't got this betting thing quite down."
Her dishes were done straight away, before the sauce dried on them, and left to drip-dry in the dish-rack. Drying her hands off, that water had been cold after all, Ivie slipped on her coat and gloves before turning to him.
"Alright, I'm ready. Anything you need before we go?" Were one to look around it would seem that Ivie had never even been in the room, she'd left it that spick and span.
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 5:08 pm
"Actually," Nye retorted, "I do. Since you're so opposed to me buying you stuff, if you lose this bet, you're gonna have to let me buy you dinner and a few other choice items without a single complaint. And besides, I'm confident." Cocky was more the word, but whatever Nye wanted to think was his choice.
Nye picked up his coat carefully and slipped it on, more careful with his top buttons than usual. There was no scarf for some reason that day, most likely because he was set on buying a new one, but there was definitely a wallet somewhere in his outerwear. "I think I'm all set."
Seeing the cleanliness triggered a repeat of Butch's gruff voice in the back of his head, but Nye was forced to ignore it. He simply tuned on his heel and held the door open for Ivie like it was proper to do.
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 5:14 pm
By this stage of her life, Ivie's cleaning had become habit. The threat of pain were she not to do it had left her mind yet subconciously...subconciously she had to. Or bad things would happen. There'd been a few nights she'd left the dishes unwashed and woken up in a cold sweat. She couldn't rest until she'd done them and for the life of her didn't know why.
Denile. It's a wonderful thing.
"What...so if they do you're buying me stuff? Nye you can't do that!" He should have expected her to protest, knowing her enough by now. "I'm going to refuse to try anything on now just in case, you know."
She locked the door behind them and went to the elevator, pressing the buttons. This shopping trip was beginning to sound bad.
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