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 Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2006 10:05 am
Duncan grinned, turning to walk backwards so he could face her, he knew the way well enough, "I know, I just like to joke sometimes, sorry if I pissed you off." He turned back around, flicking his tail cheerfully, it was fun to mess with people after all, even the ones you were starting to consider friends. "Besides," He continued, "You just don't seem like the type to be going boy crazy. That would be like me whistling at the cheerleaders. Just wrong."
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2006 1:02 pm
She rolled her eyes, shrugging and carelessly waving a hand. "I know, forget about it." At his second comment, she couldn't help but snort down a laugh. "HA! Me? Go boy crazy? Hell, I'm more likely to send a kid crying to their damn mom then go crazy over someone."
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Posted: Sat Jan 28, 2006 12:02 pm
Duncan tried hard not to fall down laughing, flicking his tail in a strange little rhythm. He wasn't doing it on purpose, he just did thinks like that sometimes. "I sent someone crying to there mom once, guess how?" He did a little backbend so he could look at her and see her reaction, "I asked them to a dance, that's how. Scary little b*****d that I must seem like. But I'm just a kitten."
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Posted: Sat Jan 28, 2006 3:08 pm
She snorted again, cracking up at the very idea obviously. "Jesus christ, you asked someone to a dance? Ha ha, only people who go to those are romantic saps and people who constantly want to be grinding up agaisnt someone." She rolled her eyes, but added with a smirk "Though om some cases that sounds like a treat."
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Posted: Sat Jan 28, 2006 4:11 pm
Duncan grinned, "As much as my parents would have liked me to be the latter, go ahead and call me a sap." He stretched his arms up above his head, letting Yorick settle on his shoulder as he usually did when he had nothing else to do to entertain himself with it.
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Posted: Sun Jan 29, 2006 6:23 pm
She chuckled, poking him in the side. "Saps can be good. Sometimes. And why not put the damn skull away?" She asked, tilting her head to the side as they entered the small pizza place. She waved her hand in front of her face, wrinkling her nose at the strong smell of cigarette butts.
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Posted: Thu Mar 09, 2006 2:51 pm
He pouted and held Yorick up at arm's length, drawing attention to himself with an obvious flair for the dramatic, "What do you think old friend? Would you rather be out in the open air, with all of these fine examples of the human race," He gestured around to the various people, some normal some strange like himself, "Or would you like to be stuffed in a sack with my books?" Nodding the skull, he stuffed it into his bag, "As you wish." Turning his attention back to Sere, he showed his normal smug grin, "Better? And you'll get used to the smell." Taking a deep breath, he did a dramatic spinning choke and stumbled toward an empty table, shouting to her once he had sat down, "You won't, I lied!"
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 5:24 pm
She couldn't help but laugh as he started speaking to the skull. "You sure your brain is functioning?" The angel asked, smirking a little in response to his little smug smile, sliding into a chai at the same table while rolling her eyes, her laughter quiet. "Having fun there, drama queen?" She asked, grinning slightly over at him while twitching her wings to get more comfortable in the chair.
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 11:19 am
Duncan shook his head, "Not sure I even have one. I'd ask my parents but I believe they would smash my head in and wreck whatever might happen to be left of it." He leaned the chair back, careful not to tip it over, "I'm having a blast, you should try it sometime." He grinned, wholly expecting her to reach over and give him a good smack for the comment, "Angels needs to learn how to have real fun, even fallen ones like you."
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Posted: Thu May 04, 2006 6:48 pm
She snorted down another laugh, smirking slightly at him in response to the slightly sarcastic comment. "Really. And what might you suggest for a fallen angel to do in order to have fun, O Wise One?" Sere asked, arching an eyebrow.
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Posted: Sun May 28, 2006 8:20 pm
Duncan shrugged, letting the legs of his chair come back into contact with the floor with a loud crack. He cringed a bit, hoping it wouldn't suddely decide to break halfway through their meal. Wise One? Yeah right. "Well, same thing as a demon like me I suppose," he answered, leaning over the table with a crooked smile, "You did get kicked out of Heaven for being bad, didn't you? I just got kicked up here for liking Shakespeare." Sure, he was acting a bit more like a demon than he normally did, but he usually did around others his own age, especially angels.
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Posted: Mon May 29, 2006 6:57 am
She laughed; it sounded more like a witchy cackle, but it was a laugh nonetheless, something she didn't do often. "Let's just say Heaven considered me a stain on the bottom of a cloth. I was too 'unpleasant' for their tastes, as they put it so delicately." She said with another roll of her eyes.
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Posted: Mon May 29, 2006 9:17 am
Flicking his glass-like wings, the demon sat back up. "A stain huh? I guess I was the opposite, a bleached spot on the oil rag." He mused, frowning a bit. "Ah well, least you got away without a tire iron to the head," he joked, pointing to a faded scar across his near shaved scalp.
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Posted: Thu Jun 01, 2006 7:37 am
Smirking crookedly, she shrugged slightly. "Eh, well, maybe not a tire iron; more like handfuls of cloud, which can hurt believe it or not." She said, looking skyward before laughing again.
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2006 9:16 am
Duncan cringed, reaching up absently to brush the fuzz over the scar, "Ouch, I guess so. Boy am I glad that they didn't grab what was on hand with me, I'd have some bad burns." Smiling, he waved a waiter over, glancing to Sere curiously, "Anything particular you want on the pizza? I'm up for anything."
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