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 Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 7:43 pm
"Why Truth or Dare?..."
Demy paused, giving a thoughtful tap to his chin.
"....'cause it's fun, of course! Your turn dude, truth or dare?"
Hopefully Z wasn't looking for very thoughtful answers. It was Demy afterall.
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 7:47 pm
ok he should have guessed that answer... that was a bad sign he needed to be better at predicting him, he really did.
"...mmm... Dare..." he said cautiously. "Though perhaps we should set mutual limits on the dares." he added imagining being challenged to parade down the hall in his boxers.
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 8:11 pm
"Awwwww limits Z? That's no fun! It's not REAL Truth or Dare unless anything goes, everyone knows that!"
God was he actually pouting?
"What, are you -afraid- of what I'll come up with? Hrmmm? You could always refuse after you hear the dare, at least then it's better than chickening out before you even know what I'll come up with..."
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 8:15 pm
"I'd -prefer- nothing outside this -room-" He said folding his arms stubbornly.
Pout or no pout...damn pout... DAMN pout.
"I am a sufficient target as it is without a dare on top of it."
He stared at that pout.
"Fine... tell me your dare." his eyes narrowed. Oh he would -so- get him for this.
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 8:42 pm
"Dare you to get rid of the tape line on the flooooor~ Just the big one dude. That one. Right there."
Here he gestured to the BIG tape line, the one that divided their room in half.
"Cmooooon, I'll be good! Promise! Toooootally promise. Ya got nothing to lose right? Right! So just do it..daaaaare ya~"
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 8:47 pm
Eyes widened, then a scowl, then open mouth of protest....closed again.
"That... you... It..." he managed.
If this had been the plan all along... but then if that was the dare what was the truth?
"Fine." He said and stood and started peeling tape "for -now-" he added as he pulled it up. God he needed to finish his food before it got too cold too, reheating them was kind of gross in his opinion.
Most of it came up in one big strip, except for the 'block' by the door that let there be a sort of 'neutral zone' that took a little longer.
He wadded it up and dropped it in Dem's trash can as a small petulant revenge.
"Truth... or dare." He asked striding back.
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 9:19 pm
"HORRAY!"
Demy not only grinned, he -cheered- for the removal of the tape. Ha ha! Perfect, now he had free range in the room again. ...Not that he didn't -ignore- the tape before, but at least now there wasn't that whole tape line thing messing with him.
Ha!
"Dare dude, bring it."
Thinking back on it he should probably be -afraid- of dares from Z. It was -Z- afterall, he came up with some pretty elaborate plans.... But Z-man would never do that to him! Nope nope nope!
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 9:22 pm
Z smirked and sat down beside his bed again and grabbed a chicken finger.
"Take down your stars..." He said simply and brushed it through the salt and took a very satisfied looking bite.
Mess with his tape hmmmm?
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 9:25 pm
"...MY STARS?!?!"
With the sound of that wail one might mistake the dare for a stab to the heart. Distraught simply didn't cover how Demy was feeling at the moment.
"But...butbutbutbut Z-dude! My..my STARS?"
Hell he even -sniffled- a bit at that. Take down his beloved -stars-?! What the hell was wrong with Z?! That was CRUEL.
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 9:29 pm
Now he had him... though that -look- oh god...
"Would you prefer a truth instead?" He took another bite of his chicken finger arching his eyebrows.
God you'd think he asked them to throw them away or -burn- the damned things.
He hadn't even demanded anything involving glow sticks. But then again 'glow sticks' was crossing the 'panda' line.
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 9:30 pm
They were still his stars. He spent a good...ten minutes or so making them PERFECT okay! He so didn't want to do that again.
"-Yes- I'd prefer a truth, sheesh man hit a guy where it hurts..."
There, his stars were safe! Time to get back to eating his rice.
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 9:32 pm
"What -really- happened, the night you got your ribs broken." He asked smoothly and scooped up some of his beef fried rice and ate that for a moment before returning to the chicken fingers, watching Dem the whole while.
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 9:37 pm
Demy choked on his rice a moment. Oh...dear GOD. Explain that or take down his stars or just...WHY. Why was Z so EVIL during this game?!
And then it hit him...and the faintest hint of a grin spread it's way across his features.
"I...don't know what you're talking about. I've never broken my ribs. Sorry dude, can't answer that question."
He had, afterall, only cracked them. Such a silly slipup in words for you Z, and on such a BAD night. Demy was actually -thinking- for once?...
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 9:40 pm
Z stabbed his rice with the chop sticks... "You..." he protested. "You know -exactly- what I meant!" He scowled... and then smirked.
He took a deep breath and contemplated a debate on if 'unable to answer the question' constituted a failure to comply to the 'truth' request.
But Dem was more on his -toes- than he expected. WHY so evasive though? It frustrated him unspeakably.
"Evasion behoves you not." He said ominously
"Would you like me to -rephrase- the question or do you feel you have won that round?" He arched an eyebrow.
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 9:51 pm
"Evasion say what now?"
Demy was actually biting his lip now. Ugh, -how- to get out of this without spilling everything? Or making Z even more obsessed with the events of -that- night than he already was?
"I...already told you man. I got my ribs busted in a fight at the burger place remember? And I limped my way back here, and then you came in..and well you know what happened from there."
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