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 Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2010 7:42 pm
Nate started laughing, seeing her reeling from his attack, but was quickly cut off by a cloud of paint.
"Bleerk!' he managed to say, sputtering. That was one thing he had never wondered how it tasted. As it turned out, spray paint tasted exactly the way it smelled. Terrible. He stuck the side of his arm in his mouth, using his sleeve to try and rub the paint off his tongue. He hadn't gotten too much, which was good since it wasn't exactly healthy, but he probably should have known better than to be laughing in the middle of a spray paint duel.
Next time, he would not forget.
He laughed though, tossing his spray can to the floor. It was mostly empty anyway.
"You have a lot of balls for a girl," he said, shaking his head as he wiped at the paint on his face. "You are a girl, right? Not just suffering some serious moobs?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2010 8:42 pm
Vanessa would have laughed with vindictive joy, to see Nate spluttering under the almost-raw fury of her spray can attack. Except it wasn't funny. Because there were awful fumes in her nose, and there was even more paint on her clothes-- on her skin and in her hair. Probably there would be hell to pay when she got home. There would be no saving this outfit.
The girl wasn't particularly concerned. Or, at least, she wouldn't have been. If it weren't for Auntie Marianne and her unfortunate obsession with appearances.
Resigned to the fate that awaited her back home, Vanessa let her empty can clatter to the ground, and looked soberly down at herself.
And then she looked up at Nate, and laughed. Because he looked just as bad as she did- minus the headlights.
"I don't have moobs!" She scoffed at him, crossing her arms over her chest, and stuck her tongue out like a child. "I am one hundred percent woman, and these are real!"
Not that anybody'd suggested they were fake.
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Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 1:13 am
"Well, I know they're real, I just didn't know if they were real boy or real girl," he explained slowly, grinning still, "and I'm not sold on your answer, anyway. But I guess it doesn't matter, that's your deal, man."
He laughed, shaking his head. He looked around the paint stained area, at the wall he had tagged with his paint, and at the girl he had done an even better job of painting. All in all, a good day's work of mischief. He nodded his head.
"Alright, I think my job here is done. You did a good job, stopping my vandalism. Er. No, wait," he pointed to all the paint around them, then shook his head. "Actually, I think you just made it worse. So! Partner in crime. What did you learn?"
He grinned, tilting his head to the side, mocking her despite the fact that he was covered in paint and had gotten the worst of it as far as their duel had gone. He still thought he was the 'winner'.
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Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2010 7:25 pm
This was the longest conversation she'd ever had about her boobs. Vanessa was a tall, skinny thing, but toned from a lifetime spent constantly on the go. Her hair was cropped short and make-up, if she wore any at all, was always pretty minimal. But Vanessa was proud of the things that marked her as a woman, and puffed her chest out a little when Nate dared suggest that it didn't matter.
Because it totally did.
Unfortunately, short of flashing him the goods, there was very little she could do to prove her case. Vanessa heaved a sigh, and then flushed with renewed anger, because Nate was being very annoying.
She opened her mouth, intending to fire back at him with some obscure retort about how she was absolutely NOT his partner in crime, and then hesitated. As much as it ticked her off, Vanessa couldn't deny that she had made things worse. And she was an honest person at heart.
"I've learned that you can't tell the difference between men and women!"
HA! Take that, Nate.
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Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2010 12:16 pm
Nathan frowned, though he was still very amused and was fighting a smirk. He shook his head slowly, like he was talking to someone dumb or very young.
"No, that's not true," he said, now letting himself grin as he continued with the lesson, "I can only not tell with androgynous looking people like you. You can't just generalize that I can't tell anyone apart. You lack the evidence."
He chuckled, shaking his head.
He made to walk toward the end of the alley, leaving his empty paint cans behind, but paused as he was passing her and offered her his paint smeared hand.
"Nathan Darrow. We'll have to cause a mess again some other time. You've got a knack for vandalism, whether you think so or not." He grinned teasingly.
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Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2010 8:19 pm
Nate's condescension made Vanessa's temper flare anew, but the smile on his face confused her. Lips pressed into an indecisive line, she regarded him hotly through narrowed eyes. Nate was very smug and, even though he was covered in a layer of paint, looked far more composed, than she felt. Vanessa wasn't sure whether to detest or admire him for it.
"I don't look…" Vanessa pouted, and stuttered over this new, irritatingly intelligent word; "a-an-andrognious!"
She didn't!
Vanessa wasn't one hundred percent clear on the meaning of the word, but she was absolutely indignant. Coming from his mouth-- it was bound to be an insult.
Right?
Suspiciously, she watched him, and then started with surprise when he offered her his hand. After a moment Vanessa took it firmly within hers, gave it a slightly confused shake, and said;
"…Vanessa Rae."
If this was an alliance, it was a curious and entirely unexpected one. Vanessa didn't know what to think of Nathan, and hadn't decided, yet, if she liked him or not. He was frustrating, but also, somehow, fascinating.
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Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2010 11:39 pm
If Nate had known, he would have been surprised to have used a word someone else didn't know. Having dropped out of school, it wasn't a common occurrence that he could feel honestly smarter than someone. But he faked it, anyway, so it would have been hard to tell the difference regardless.
He attributed her stutter to her being angry.
"Alright, Vanessa Rae. Whenever you're game to cause some more trouble, look me up." He grinned and made to leave for real this time, waving over his shoulder.
"At least you'll be able to find your way home if it gets too dark. What with those headlights," he called back, one last parting shot before he sauntered off, leaving her to wonder about him.
As far as he was concerned, he liked her in a sense that she was competitive and challenging. It would always be fun to run into her, he imagined, and that was made a friend in his head. Even if they didn't actually like one another.
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