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 Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2012 6:16 pm
Pascal simply didn't understand how a classy, beautiful woman like Zia could turn on all his geeky nerd buttons with her own but she did. It amazed him, and kind of wished she was injured. What better way to move on with watching Battlefield Earth though? If the title didn't say it all, Zia certainly summed it up. He smirked, and then put on a bit of a pout. He went on the lead her into thinking he'd never heard of the movie before or maybe didn't like it as he fiddled with his laptop.
"Is that soooo?" He replied, sound uninterested as he brought something up onto the screen, something that was too quick to have downloaded. He'd found what they could watch, quickly bringing his laptop over to the TV and hooking it up. Oh technology, how he loved it. It was only a couple moments before the title screen of Battlefield Earth appeared on the TV and Pascal sat down.
"I think endless laughs is the perfect way to end this sort of day," he joked with a definite smirk.
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Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2012 6:39 pm
Zia rolled her eyes and gave the side of his head a small flick at the pouting, but happily settled in to completely ignore absolutely all of the weird s**t they just powered through. Not talking was totally the way to go about s**t. He wouldn't question why she was fighting youma, she wouldn't question him for not wondering what a youma was, it was clearly a perfectly symbiotic relationship in the biological sense and a zero attachment relationship in the emotional sense. So she'd like to think.
Though, during one of the moments where the movie started the drag a bit, and Zia had grown increasingly childish about her throbbing ankle and had somehow ended up sprawled across the entire couch, using him as a pillow or inconvenience depending on how she twisted, she actually managed to come clean about something, and it was for the most immature reason ever.
"I didn't want you to not take me to the emergency room because I'm afraid of hospitals or anything, okay?" It was really super important that he knew that. Zia wasn't afraid of stupid things. Just evil mirror witches and starseed corruption and important things. "I just... didn't want to be in a place that would call my dad if I passed out."
And that was all she was going to talk about that subject.
In fact she really started pimping the doze off thing, especially with a few "You can go to bed, you know, I can just crash here"s. Because she was planning on limping her way to the bathroom to mirrorwalk home as soon as he was asleep.
And then it finally happened. Zia pulled her head up, gently moving his hair with a quiet "Hey..." Just to double check. Yup, he was out. Carefully, only with the occasional wince, she maneuvered off the couch, clicked off the laptop and TV, and made her way down the hall.
No. ********. Mirrors.
How did someone get through life with no mirrors? As much as she hated to, she held out hope maybe he had a vanity or something. A human being needed mirrors, okay?! How did he do his hair in the morning? How did he know he wasn't a total zit covered freak of nature? How does a person get through life with no mirrors?!
By the time she had exhausted every avenue she could think of, Zia was beyond frustrated, and the fact she had to lean on the walls and limp around might've had something to do with it. So by the time she made it back to the living room, she responded with a loud, "Where the ******** are all your mirrors?!"
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Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2012 6:59 pm
Pascal didn't exactly question why she didn't want her father there is she passed out but his mind didn't go to very good places with it. There were many reasons why you won't want someone near your unconscious body, some more inappropriate than others. It seemed most likely, given what he knew of her relationship with her father from the party, he suspected it was the same reason she worked where she did and brought him to that party in the first place. Mm, family relationships.
Pascal never had any problems with letting people crash at his place, especially not pretty ladies. Lately, it was just Zia and given her state he had no intent on making her leave. Her on the couch, it didn't take long for Pascal to fall asleep to the sound of her breathing. It was a good sleep, or at least it was until he practically jumped off the couch and then immediately tripped over the table.
"WHAT?" He yelped, rubbing his face soothingly. "Whatdoyou? Oh, I smashed them all up and threw them out when I moved here."
Yeah Pascal, say it like it is just a normal, every day thing to break all your mirrors and throw them out. Clearly, Pascal either wasn't superstitious or he just knew he was already going to have a lifetime of bad luck with the DMC so it didn't matter anyway.
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Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2012 7:13 pm
Zia looked hilariously confused and distraught at that information. She probably would've if she wasn't a magical feline whose magic knowledge specialized in mirrors, because that was just... weird.
"I... what?" Her voice was caught somewhere between being raised and lowered into a hoarse noise through her stammering and the result was a silly sounding honk in her throat before she went on elling. "What? Why would you do that?!"
In her excitement she stumbled and caught herself on the wall again, trying not to have a complete meltdown. She suddenly felt incredibly trapped at the thought of no mirrors. One second home was just a stumble away and now she was rooted in place. And who the hell had no mirrors? Who smashed mirrors? Given her relationship to them, that was practically goddamn offensive, anyway.
And at the same time, she didn't exactly want to start hyperventilating over a mirror. Even if he was the freak who smashed them all. She needed to at leas one up him on the normalcy scale.
"Just... s**t..." She ended up muttered, frantically thinking who on her friendslist she was currently speaking to that had a car.
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Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2012 7:19 pm
So maybe the biggest question here, one Pascal waited to ask until he finally sat back down on the couch, was the one regarding the manner she woke him in. Who freaked out over mirrors not being there? Maybe he would have brought her saying she wanted to freshen up to make him up in a very sexy manner but she was inured so that was pretty much off the table.
"Who wakes up someone at God knows what in the morning over there being no mirrors? Why do you need a mirror that badly?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2012 7:34 pm
"Who smashes all the reflective surfaces in their apartment?!" Zia shot back, before instantly shutting up. You know what? She didn't want to know. She definitely didn't want to get into the whole reason she had such a mirror hang up.
"Nevermind," She muttered, making her way back to flop on the sofa, hoping this topic would be dropped the same way all the other ones were.
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Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2012 8:03 pm
Logic versus logic and both were good arguments. Just like Zia though, Pascal definitely didn't want to get into the reason why he'd smashed up all the mirrors in his apartment, especially not with the way she greeted him as Sailor Orpheus. His eyes fell on her as he thought about what to say, causing his thoughts to pause immediately.
"Hey, be more careful. You're going to hurt yourself."
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Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2012 8:23 pm
Zia did notably twitch when she hit the cushions but was trying to keep a lid on having another baby moment. Which was really hard when you were immature as hell.
"I'm just tired," She grumbled, head reclining back to study his ceiling. "And I hurt and my clothes are all gross and bloody and cut up and I just... I'm just tired."
When in doubt complain, complain, complain apparently.
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Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2012 8:29 pm
"You can use my shower, although I doubt your injuries would appreciate it at the moment. I can offer you some of my clothes so you aren't sitting in those though," he suggested, kind of wanting to simply move on with the topic and go back to sleep. Seriously, mirrors? It was too early for that s**t.
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Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2012 8:38 pm
Zia took the offer of not-bloody clothes, but insisted on sleeping on the couch with the excuse of the arms of the sofa keeping her sprain elevated. And just wanting to keep her distance all of the sudden, but that was never articulated.
In a few hours she was gone anyway, having called Lily for a ride the second she felt comfortable enough to wake her up. And she totally took his clothes with her.
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