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 Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2011 9:14 pm
He nodded, "Yeah some of those micro-fleece ones? I know those things stay toasty." He'd bought some last year for grams he knew they were more than adequate for toasty.
"I bet we could find at least some quilts to use, if we had to we could make cots near the fireplace to help stay warmer. I don't think quilts would be uncommon, specially when it's that cold."
He smiled as he seemed to think and nodding, "Well I'm sure you'll have the food all covered? Something we can cook by campfire? We could be like cowboys did in the old west, only with better food."
He nodded, "Indeed, it seems it is. And if this training session isn't good enough we could always go to my own patch of dirt in space. I know there's a few places that looked like they were large enough to hold plays. Surely there were training areas too, we could probably find them."
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2011 9:43 pm
She wasn't too concerned with the specifics. Fleece, quilts, silk, down filled comforters. Whatever they found or brought would be fine enough for her. As long as it kept her warm it was fine. And if by chance they needed or decided to sit together huddled under one, well all the better. "Whatever you like will be fine. You bring the blankets and I'll bring the food. Maybe we can give camping another try."
His faith in her campfire cooking was perhaps a little higher then her own, but she'd certainly try her best. It couldn't be that hard right? She made a mental note to try and pre plan what she could make. Maybe even do some research.
Finishing her treat, she shifted to stand, clearing away the container and faux silverware that had come with it, interest in her perked voice. "Your planet? Maybe we'll have a chance to visit.. I still haven't seen it."
"I'm assuming it's warmer than mine." She mused.
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2011 9:50 pm
"Sounds good to me" He was finishing off his slightly soggy cake as well and made sure the container and silverware made it to their appropriate place in the trash.
He nodded, "Yeah it's pretty well warm compared to yours. No snow that I've seen. That might not mean it won't snow ever but, it feels more like a tempered climate." He at least remembered that from science if nothing else. He still held his drink though taking another sip. Glad that the Styrofoam cups kept the liquid warm for a while.
"So... is there anything you wanted to do?" He asked wondering if the princess thing was all she wanted him over for. He was idly playing with a ring on his finger that he hadn't worn before at least not around her.
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2011 10:16 pm
"Temperate" She stated matter of factly, correcting him, whether she'd meant to or not. It simply happened when one went to an all girls school and had little more to do then study or tutor. It was sad to think of how much her grades had suffered since she'd began to run around at night fighting monsters.
Saturn must have been fairly exciting though.. certainly bigger and then her home star, perhaps even more varied like the earth was. Did it look the same? Or were things vastly and strangely different?
"You know me, I'm happy just to be around you." Motioning towards the living room, where most of her options for 'entertaining' guests where. A television, a few DVDs and CDs, some books and magazines.
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2011 11:48 pm
"Same thing." He shrugged, it was close enough right?
He followed her into the living room, "Yeah I know." He picked up the remote and sat down on the couch giving a stretch before turning on the TV. "Lets see what sort of obscure soap operas are on tonight."
Obviously a habit he'd picked up from Grams as he flipped through the channels that probably anyone hardly watched unless they spoke the same language as the show, or were interested in reading sub-titles. A lot of times though it ended up being background noise and a picture to watch for Azzo when there was nothing else to do.
"I think this is the one grams has been watching..." He sat down the remote and shifted on the couch so he was comfortable.
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 6:19 am
They were in fact not really the same at all unless one was being incredibly loose with the meanings of the words. But arguing over word definitions? It seemed petty, silly, and a total waste of an evening that could otherwise be spent more pleasantly. So she simply smiled a little to herself before they made their way into the living room.
As he flipped through the channels, she noticed the brush she had apparently left on the coffee table, and began to undo her braids, reaching for it when she was finally done.
Foreign soap operas was a strange choice, but not unwatchable. After all, she'd watched more then a few musicals and opera in her lifetime.. and what were they if not soap opera stories oft set in foreign languages.
"I'm glad life isn't really like this." She mused a little softly as she watched the theatrics unfold with only half understanding, running her brush slowly through her long hair. Ironic considering what they're lives were had become these days.
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 9:41 am
Azzo watched her from the corner of his eye as she undid her braids. Nodding when she mention that she was glad life wasn't really like that. "Yeah it'd get pretty boring fast. Too many drama queens."
Just as he had said that the woman got a phone call. He shook his head, "That's probably them telling her, her husband's in the hospital with some incurable illness and that he doesn't have long to live..."
All the soap operas seemed to have the same plot, at least to Azzo. Though it was something to watch for a while or until one of them got bored of it and decided to channel flip again.
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2011 8:59 am
"Indeed.. fighting for a spotlight in the world seems incredibly tedious.. and without much of a prize at the end." The motions of brushing her hair were routine, familiar as breathing by now. She didn't really have to watch or pay attention as she worked. But it was a task that did take awhile as she worked her way through all that long white hair over and over. Loose strands that were done pooled around her on the couch as she watched, laughing a little at his guess.
"Or maybe it's one of the other three men mindlessly in love with her, trying to convince her to run away with them."
Leave it to Aurora to go the romance route. Though in truth she didn't need three men, one was perfectly fine. She had doubts that they'd ever be so passionate as to 'run away' with each other either. But that wasn't a bad thing either. Responsibility and adulthood was not anything she'd ever been afraid of or hoped to run from. It was comfortable, familiar. Just like spending a night doing nothing more than watching tv.
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 12:03 am
"Yes it does..." Azzo answered as he sat there watching the soap opera with some amount of interest. He was playing with the remote debating on changing the channel when the next commercial popped up.
He paused, "Perhaps, granted it'd be a bit weird for three men to have one woman. Kind of hard to share a lady." He said thoughtfully, more so along the lines of what he'd seen in traditions, "Probably not impossible if she wanted a harem but..... ya'know."
He chuckled at the thought though until the commercial came on and he started flipping through again, there had to be something on. Of course the rest of their night together was spent watching one show and talking about it, until Azzo got bored with it and flipped the channel to something different.
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