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 Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2009 6:05 pm
She thought about arguing with him over it, telling him that he didn't have to do this for her. Then she remembered that it wasn't really for her. If she didn't find someone to help her while she was in this condition, it would be other people that suffered. "You really are stubborn," was all she said, but there was a small smile on her lips despite it. In reality, it made her feel better, gave her a peace of mind.
"Well, we have a food drive in a few days actually," she let out a deep breath and motioned to the bag she was carrying, "there's no way I can do any of the lifting that's going to require. You can't imagine the amount of cans some people bring to that thing." They were fast approaching Khalla's grandmother's house, the same quaint little home they had visited previously.
She noticed her Gran's car was missing out of the driveway, but that was really no problem. With a little shifting of the bag in her arms, she reached into her coat pocket and pulled out the keyring, the keys jingling as she did so.
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2009 8:54 am
"I'll text Dem when I put these down, he has a 'social network' that would do the mafia proud. He quipped watching to make sure she didn't need a hand. Cans...god, why was it always cans and heavy things. Maybe he could be an organizer or something and instruct Demy's friends what to do.
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2009 2:45 pm
"That's really sweet of you," she was smiling and by the tone of her voice it was obvious that she meant it. Then again, when was Khalla prone to lying? Never. She walked down the driveway, her loose pants dragging a little against the ground (she would have been horrified if she'd known, but big baggy pants tended to do that).
She had no idea who this Dem fellow was (she assumed it was a guy, anyway) but if he was Z's friend then she was sure he had to be a nice guy.
She turned the key in the lock and pushed the door open, stepping inside and holding the door open for him. "I think you know your way to the kitchen, right?" She smiled at him and beckoned him inside as she worked on getting her keys out of the lock in the door - they tended to stick sometimes.
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2009 3:36 pm
He chuckled, manipulative was sweet depending on the side you were on?
"Well, we're both camping out at school for the holiday anyhow." He admitted. "We agreed to a small christmas even. He put the bags down mind drifting for a moment to Dem and his own injuries.
He shook his head and glanced back to her. "Dem's the other one who -someone- beat up, he won't tell me either, if I find out this is some kind of consequence of talking to me I'm going to be more than a little irritated."
Nevermind that he himself was wearing a scarf from that -psycho- in the alley.
Maybe that jerk was the one who beat up Khalia -and- Dem... oooo... maybe he could get a -tazer-
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2009 4:42 pm
"Christmas at school?" Khalla's brows shot up and her eyes widened considerably as she stared at him, her bag on her hip and her hand paused wit the key halfway out of the doorway. "That sounds absolutely dreadful, Z, you have to stop by and see me and Gran on Christmas. That's the least I can do for your help."
She shook her head at the thought of spending her Christmas in her dorm, a frown on her lips as she shut the door behind Z and turned to take the groceries into the kitchen. As she entered the kitchen and set the groceries down on the counter, she happened to hear his conspiracy theory on her injuries. So this Dem had been beaten up too? Well, she had no idea what had happened to him, but she for one had not been beaten up in connection to Z - that was for sure. "It's nothing like that, Z, don't be silly." She waved a hand at him as she began to reach into the bags and pull out the assortment of groceries.
"Do you want some hot chocolate, maybe?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2009 7:00 pm
"I...er....well..." He managed quiet taken about by her reaction to the idea of christmas at school.
"But....Dem..." He managed.
what was -with- him and words lately. "I'll have to see, Im still trying to ensure Dem's gift gets here in one peice and..." he said by means of excuse.
"Not that I'm ungrateful at all, just... I... can't just... he's my...friend...."
Something about the way he said 'friend'...
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2009 8:09 pm
"Bring him too," she said, her smile still in place. It was a wonder she didn't have to massage her face just to get herself to stop smiling. "I wouldn't want either of you to be there, cooped up over Christmas. My parents won't be here, so it's just me and Gran, and it's awfully hard to cook a Christmas dinner for just two anyway." She shook her head as she moved over to the cabinets, beginning to rummage around. "There's always so many leftovers."
She finally popped up with what she was after - a pot. She walked over to fill it with water, then rummaged around with the things she'd pulled out of the bag until she found cocoa and sugar. After she spent a few minutes measuring it out with a spoon, she set it on the stove to heat before she crossed over to the refrigerator to grab some milk. "It's really not a problem, I swear."
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2009 8:14 pm
"... until you meet dem" he said without really being able to help himself.
"Er.. I mean, he's very..." he fumbled for the right word.
"... he's a hamster... on crack, who likes glow sticks... no... loves, glow sticks. If you give him sugar you'll swear the world as we know it is about to end but he metabolizes like a hummingbird."
He gushed out half trying to warn her and at the same time trying to -explain- his room mate.
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Posted: Wed Dec 23, 2009 12:16 pm
Khalla was measuring out a bit of milk, her back to Z as she stood over the stove. She was listening to him though, and the more he talked, the more the smile on her face grew. It wasn't the usual one however, but one that seemed amused more than anything. She grabbed a spoon and stirred the Cocoa, then crossed over to put the milk back in the fridge.
"It sounds like you two are really close," she said, that smile still in place as she grabbed her Gran's egg timer and then hopped up onto a stool sitting in front of their kitchen island. She turned the timer to a few minutes and set it aside, then propped her chin on her hands as she look at Z. It was probably not as endearing as it would have been if there weren't bruises on her face.
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Posted: Sun Dec 27, 2009 10:31 am
His eyebrows shot up as though the idea were... somewhere between surprising and 'hi the earth just stopped spinning, please excuse me while I fly off into space'
"Uh..." He managed after a long moment and then glanced away, the look in his eyes said he was 'remembering', and oddly so did the light blush that rose in his cheeks.
"...well....we're roomies, you get to know people... and... things." He muttered.
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Posted: Sun Dec 27, 2009 1:21 pm
The glance away, the look in his eyes, and especially that rosy blush blooming over his cheeks - they were all signs that one couldn't miss unless one were blind. Khalla certainly wasn't blind and her smile curved into a smirk, one of mirth and good spirits, but a smirk none-the-less.
The timer next to her hand buzzed at her angrily and she turned away from him to stir the hot chocolate brewing on the stove. As she reached up into the cabinet to grab the mugs, she nodded her head to him. "Oh, I'm sure. You can't keep anything from a roommate."
She reached into a drawer for a ladle and began ladling out portions into both the mugs. She turned the burner on the stove down so that it wouldn't scorch what was left, simply keep it warm, and walked back over to the island to scoot a mug over to him. Her hands curled around her own, bringing it to her lips so he could blow softly on it.
"So what's he like, this Dem?" Oh, she was prying, but Z was just so terribly adorable.
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Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2009 12:13 pm
He took his own cup and wrapped both hands around it, peering down into the chocolate depths like they held all the answers to her questions, maybe his too.
"He's an.. .Idiot, he really is... " He said first but there was still a hint of a smile.
"He's ok I guess, he helps me out..... He's -obsessed- with that game 'Guitar Hero'... so I'm trying to get him a real guitar, just one of those cheep starter ones mind you, not the multi thousand dollar monsters." He shook his head vigorously.
"Bright...colors are, he loves them, glow sticks? I think you could throw one off a pier and he'd jump. " He said the last but a touch ruefully, the idea of anyone else using glow sticks on Dem made him -bristle-.
"I swear he never sleeps if he can help it, he LIVES on... I don't know, pure energy, I think if you fed him pixy sticks his eyes might glow in the dark." He mused.
"I don't know... I haven't totally figured him out, every time I think I understand what's driving him he pops up with something new.... so damned complicated for someone who seems so -simple-"
He raised the cup and blew over the chocolate to cool it before taking a hesitant sip.
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Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2009 1:46 pm
Khalla stared at the smaller boy over the rim of her cup as she blew on the swirling cocoa, the fumes warming her face and hiding the small smirk she had been wearing for a few minutes now. She couldn't help the expression, he was just so damned adorable with the way he was speaking. Maybe he had yet to realize it, or maybe he just wasn't telling her the whole story, but Khalla could see the sparks flying without even having to meet this Dem character.
"I've never played the game," she paused to take a sip of her hot chocolate, then set the cup down with her hands still wrapped around the warm mug, "but I've seen it. I'm sure he'll absolutely love the gift if he's that obsessed with it." As for his other comments, she could only smile, laughing slightly at his comments.
"He sounds like quite a character, I can hardly imagine what that's like," her tone was softer now though, her expression considering as she watched her friend from across the small island. "I look forward to meeting him," and it was the honest truth but not just because he might be coming to help her with what she needed now. No, now she wanted to meet the boy who had captured Z's attention so.
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Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2009 2:59 pm
"I've... played a few times, he's, tall enough and -obsessed- enough that if I don't watch it he taps out the cords on my -head-" he said rolling his eyes, "or the desk...the wall... but those are all better than an insistent tapping on my cranium, but... worse is I can tell what he's tapping half the time. He plays it -that- much. I think... he'd be really good at guitar if he put half the effort into it at all..." his voice grew quieter... almost distant and dreamy.
All it needed was for Jimimy Cricket to show up, but... knowing just a little about Z, he'd probably squish him.
A long pause and he slid back slightly blinking down at the cup as he drew back to reality.
"mmm... good coco" he said swapping topics quickly.
"I... I think you'll like him, he's... very likable."
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Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2009 3:23 pm
"Thanks," she said with an appreciative smile about the cocoa, her eyes casually glancing up to the clock on the wall behind them as she took another sip. Then, of course, the widened a little and she let out a little gasp that caused her to simultaneously choke on her drink.
"Time flies," she said with a sigh, sliding off the island stool and walking over to turn off the stove. "I have a doctor's appointment soon that I should get going to," she paused, offering him a small look of regret, "not to rush you out or anything." She glanced down at the hot chocolate and then turned to rummage through a cabinet until she turned up with a Styrofoam cup. She turned back around to him and extended it to him with a smile, "here, just poor it in there, I wouldn't want you to have to waste that."
She grabbed another for herself and poured the hot chocolate from her mug to the disposable cup instead, then set the mug in the sink to be cleaned later.
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