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 Posted: Tue Aug 10, 2010 12:25 am
"A-Ah, ums . . . Okays!"
In a mad dash, lankly legs followed by the floofyness of an eager Flareon made their way from the gym to the male grunts' quarters all in a couple of minutes. Once inside the room that smelled of sun dried Magikarp and rotton Cheri berries (it was quite a unique scent), he flattened his hair with his his sister's flat iron. Once he found himself to be extremely good looking while peering into the mirror and a little flex for his awesomeness, he made a mad dash back to the gym room. He managed to slid in by his belly and coming to a screeching halt in 14 minutes and 39 seconds. New record?
Never was out of breath during the entire fiasco. But damn! Sorano made a great work out partner.
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Posted: Tue Aug 10, 2010 12:40 am
Cal had seen him blow past her in a mighty gust, and even was there to see him run back. But Cal? She would take her sweet time. She had to get primed and ready, no? Well, not really, she could just throw something on.
Once in her pig sty of a room, she began to sort through her clothes. After a good five minutes, all her shirts, pants, even her "delicates" were good ready to go to the wash. Now enough stalling, time to change. She slipped on a red "RAWR means I love you" Charmander v-neck shirt and threw on some clean black pants. A spritz of perfume meant for her room probably lingered on her.
She made it back with 3 minutes to spare, but she knew he was already down there and waiting. Skye clung to her shoulder lovingly. "So!" She spoke up as she neared him. "What would you like to do?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 10, 2010 1:00 am
There was a limited list of things he could have said to her at that time:
> Go out somewhere.
> Make out.
> Do it.
> Go out somewhere.
> Make out.
> Make out.
> Make out.
It was a very limited list . . . but he had just met her today . . . it was best to combine the two greatest options.
"Ah, ums . . . " he croaked. "Go ums, out some'ere?"
Ah, wise choice. It didn't take a Pokemon Professor to figure that out though. Never curled around his owner's legs, a notable sign that not only was he wishing to be picked up, but a sign to "Watch yourself". The body language between the two were quite subtle and natural, probably only noticed with one with a keen eye. Bending down sloooowly, Sorano hefted up the Flareon and wrapped his arms around its chest. Never just cooed lightly.
Ah, I'm so spoiled. Never laughed to himself.
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Posted: Tue Aug 10, 2010 1:31 am
Even when she wasn't trying to torture him it was fun! But she calmed down, don't get in over your head. "Seeing as this is an odd time of night," she gestured around, "Any ideas?" At that time of night- hell, any time of night, day, what have you- was a good time to play video games.
Going out was more like a "date." A chill went down her spine, date. Skye nuzzled her neck, "Oh yea, and no more shocking from you." Sorano picked up the Flareon, They look so cute~ She caught herself after the thought and cringed, Never was cute. Sorano was just..... Something else entirely. Well! I guess that means it's time to head out!
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Posted: Tue Aug 10, 2010 7:10 pm
One Primeape remained tucked under the Flareon's stomach while the Sorano's other reached up to idly scratch his noggin. At this time of day, within the range of that hour -- what exactly could be done? He'd normally be squeezing the bloody hell out of Never at that time, himself fast asleep and his Eon companion gasping for air as his owner hugged him.
" 'adies choice." he nodded than paused. "Er, uhs, I could jus' be 'onest an' say I don' know."
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Posted: Tue Aug 10, 2010 8:49 pm
"Hm..." She pondered their predicament. Cal didn't really want to spend any money. Those kiddies she tried to steal money from were harsh. She barely made it out alive. "Well, how about left overs... A-and a video game!" She clasped her hands together happily, "I can't think of anything that's open right now. Who would be up at this hour?" She paused, "Well, except us and people who have to be up."
"So whaddaya say? I made a Spaghetti the other day."
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Posted: Thu Aug 12, 2010 6:12 am
It was about the most wonderful game plan to set and score. It was hard for Sorano to juggle the fact that this was starting to become the most perfect day of his life and that her last statements two ending words close to the punctuation rhymed. Yea, surprisingly, that entertained him like a ball of catnip for a Meowth. He cracked his knuckles and gave a definite nod with his head.
"That be possibly tha greatest game plan ta set an' score." he replied, no innuendo intended this time around (another surprise, gaspeth!). "Sssspaghetti be soundin' good too. Shalls we?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 13, 2010 3:37 pm
Cal raised an eyebrow questionably. What exactly did he mean by that? From her first impression of him.... Well.... Who knew what was running through that head of his. She nodded. "Alright then!" She patted Skye on the head, he nuzzled her check back and headed for the the nearest rec room where she had put up her spaghetti for the night.
When they reached the room, no one was in site. Figured. Most people would stick to playing games in their rooms at such a time. She walked to a small fridge where bunches of cold beverages and snacks were kept. She foraged through for a moment, taking out a tupper ware container that had a questionable worn label. "Good! No one took it." She removed in from the fridge. "Hm.. So how much do you want?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 18, 2010 3:23 pm
That questionable smile did not leave Sorano's creepy face. Hell, the creepiness of that smile rivaled that of Count Olaf himself whose unfortunate smirk stunned the Baudelaire children every time.
"Excellent." he said and inclined his head and followed after, placing down the suddenly playful Flareon who clawed desperately at the tall grunt's moving feet.
Upon reaching the rec room, he did not know whether to take a seat, wait for her to say something, or just swallow thickly and decide whether to take a seat or say something. His choice was deftly chosen when she asked him how much of a portion he wanted.
"Ah, half be good . . . an' maybe a half a tha' half fer Neva . . . " he swiftly replied. "Half . . . be good."
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Posted: Sun Aug 29, 2010 10:14 pm
Cal was already warming up their plates. "Well I bet you feel special?" She sat down the plates, "I just met you and I'm serving you!" She laughed at herself. "Half for you, an' a half fer Never." She tried to mock the teal haired man's accent, probably failing and looking stupid. She sat down the Flareon's own plate and handed Skye a handful of Cheri berries.
Once Skye had his meal he paid no mind to Sorano, greedily eating his Cheri berries. He was soon tugging on Cal's pants leg for more. Cal tossing another his way.
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Posted: Tue Aug 31, 2010 11:10 am
"I'll jus' say we're playin' 'ouse an' leave it at that." laughed Sorano as he sporked the bits of noodles into his mouth. He slurped carelessly, splattering red mess all over his square chin and chapped lips. Retrieving a napkin, he gave a sage-like nod towards Cal.
"This be tastin' good!" he chirped. "Who teached ya ta cook?"
Never was busy smooching his face into the noodles and chomping on whatever he could get into his mouth. He was just like Sorano in eating habits: messy. Seeing as he messed up his neck fluffle with the sauce, he pouted but continued to eat anyway. Food over beauty -- it was his motto.
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Posted: Wed Sep 01, 2010 11:06 pm
A smile crept up her lips. She hadn't played house in.... Well, like that really mattered. She watched as the teal haired grunt ate... If you could call that eating. Maybe it was a cross between inhaling with and what looked like chewing. I guess manners our out the window. She watched to make sure she wouldn't be covered in the mess they both were creating. Never was just like his owner; scarfing down the plate.
"You can taste it?" She laughed before adding in quickly, "Thanks! I kinda taught myself." Cal picked up a forkful of spaghetti and enjoyed a hearty bite. By no means did she have perfect manners, but compared to Sorano's, they were perfect.
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Posted: Sun Sep 05, 2010 10:35 pm
Sorano and Never both inhaled their plates faster than a speck of dust trapped in the path of a vacuum cleaner. The two were a complete mess. It took Sorano just a small sweep of a napkin across his nose and cheeks to clean himself up. Never was struggling a bit. He pursed his lips to Sorano and the grunt sighed and reached to wiping off what he could on the Flareon's fluffy mane.
"I's not so much a cook." he replied. "Me sis tolds me everythin' I cook taste like dust. I sorta-kinda 'gree with a 'er. Aha."
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Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2010 3:32 am
Cal watched them eat, amazed by how they didn't seem to chew. I'm guessing they really like my cooking... "Well, if you're ever hungry, I tend to make a lot of food and don't eat it all. You could come here and get it." She picked her plate, as well as Sorano's and Never's, and placed them on the counter.
She returned to them, bending over slightly to check the moves and games present. "So what do you want to do? Watch a movie? Play a game?" She looked back at him and noticed she was in a compromising position, quickly squatting instead.
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Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2010 6:13 pm
Sorano's temperature ticker went up, up, UP than down, down, down when Cal chose to squat. Damn. Yet, his chances were not deterring yet. In every single chick flick his squinted eyes were graced with seeing, a movie totally led to some point of making out.
"How's 'bout a mo-" Before Sorano even had a chance to speak, Never zipped passed him and picked up a video game placed next to the other.
"Flaaaare." he cooed and nosed the video game in Cal's direction. There was no way in Arceus's big, bony self was he going to let Sorano have it easy. The girl's cooking was good -- she earned his respect on that. By such, she was not going to be an easy target for a pervert now that the Flareon chose to care.
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