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 Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 10:45 pm
"Ah, but if I were a hundred years old, do you think I'd do anything outstanding like act like my age? Really, that would be just silly." Zix gave a bright happy sort of humbuzz sound, tilting his head slightly to one side and studying the assisstant. Still rocking, of course. It seemed to annoy Tea.
There was something...so...familiar...
"...you remind me of my mother." Blunt and rather stupid to say, ne? But it had slipped out before he could filter it, and the words would at least probably definately elicit some sort of rise from the other. Maybe. Possibly. Could be fun if it did...
Not that Tea looked like Zix's mother, mind you. Because Tea certainly did not look like a white-haired Hell bat on wheels. Tea was much prettier than Mother ever had been.
No, it was mre the 'shut-up-and-don't-do-anything-I-don't-like-or-I'll-dismember-you' attitude that was so similar to mother's. He even had 'the Look' to accompany the attitude. Couldn't very well have the attitude without the Look. And Tea appeared to have perfected both.
Of course...Zix hadn't listened to mother well...so you know the pointed 'Stop thinkingbreathingactingmovingliving' looks Tea kept giving him?
Yeah...he ignored them.
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 11:05 pm
That would be silly? The tanned male opened his mouth to retort, preferably something along the lines of 'You-are-silly-right-now' sort of somethingscathingremark because if Zix was annoying before, he was most certainly excruciatingly annoying now with the half-humming whatever noise and the rocking and the fidgeting and the general air of happy abandon and Tea wanted him to shut up and..and just not say anything so Tea had to say something really extra sharp and mean, except..
Except that the sound died completely in his throat at what the man next said.
"I," Tea snapped out, a sudden sort of darkdeep annoyance --not hate, though it was close to it; hate was too strong and much much too precious to even waste any on this person-- flaring up from somewhere inside at the uninvited and completely blunt sort of remark. "am not a woman." Let alone your mother.
He couldn't really explain why he had gotten so riledannoyedfired up from what Zix had said though; it was.. it was like everything Zix had said or did or.. or just everything was just so very so much annoying and rubbed Tea the wrong way so he was left with this kind of strange weird perpetual taste of something like petrol in his mouth and it was really annoying and.. and generally bad..!
A slight just-sort-of-maybe pouty annoyed sort of huff, the tanned male snatched up his keys from where they were resting atop the desk --or rather, atop the books on his desk-- and stopped short of the door, almost angrilyjerkily brushing away the hair from his face as he regarded the other male with the annoyancesomething still flickering inside him. It was so definitely strange; noone had ever made him this angryannoyed before..
"Out." Sharp, curt-ish word, all but screaming out 'I-hate-you-so-damn-much-go-hate-you-hate-you-hate-you'.
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 11:08 pm
It was decided.
This was a good person.
He liked Chou's glitter. One point. He wasn't an irritable doctor person. Two points. He was greeny. Three points. And he was pretty. Fifty zillion kajillion points. So there were so many points that he simply had to be a good person, because really, would a bad person have so many points? I think not. A bad person might have a few, but they wouldn't even reach a zillion kajillion points if they were bad. And especially not fifty zillion kajillion points.
So he had to be a good person, because he had so many points.
And because Chou had said so.
The strawberry gaze slid from the uberhugemongous mound of glitter goodness to the outstretched hand --also glitterlicious. Really, how could anyone so...so sparkly and not trying to scrub their skin off to get the glitter away be bad? If they didn't mind the glittery godness and were trying to take the glittery goodness, then there was no way they could be bad.
Giving an easy smile in return --lookit his teeth, weren't they cool?-- the faerie gave a quizzical little look toward the outstretched, before carefully slipping his slim hand into the other's. "I'm Chou. I like your hair." It was...it was greenyblackish and so pretty especially with the little sparkly glittery goodness in it and it was good so good veryverygood and so pretty, yesyesyes very pretty and Chou wanted to tug on the pretty hair but Elis --nice name good name-- still had his hand and what was he supposed to do with his hand now?
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 11:24 pm
The necromancer stopped moving, perched precariously on his toes, and let his gaze trail downward, a smirky sort of grin twitching at the corners of his mouth. Because there was the doorwaylinethreshhold thing and here was Zix and Zix was clearly not past the threshholdlinething and thus could not get out because he was not, in fact, in.
Not that he was going to say this. Tea had a creepy murderous look in his eye, and that might set him off.
"I never said you we~re," he sang, taking a small hop back, away from arm's length and any potential stabbyscratchyhitting sort of feelings Tea might want to throw at him. Hissyanger sort of violence was all good and fine in bed, but outside it was just annoying.
Besides, he had a meeting tomorrow morning and didn't want to come in with any sort of marring marks on his face.
Making a sort of 'tralala' sound in his throat, he spun on his toe, pirouetting across a few of the hall tiles. "You look much better than a woman. And I wouldn't have so much fun annoying you if you weren't a guy." Because it had been pounded into his head that girls were to be treated with the utmost courtesy. And what fun was there in a relationship if he couldn't teaseannoyanger them occasionally?
Another few rotations sent him another few tiles down the hall. Hah, leaving just like he wanted. See how he likes that. "Besides," he called, pausing in a definate non-ballerina sort of pose, "mother was one of the few people I actually respect. So you've got that going for yo~u."
A delighted sort of laugh left Zix's mouth as he resumed the pirouettes. It was annoying that he had to leave, but it couldn't be helped, ne? And if it couldn't be helped, then he might as well just go with it and ignore the annoying sort of pricking feeling in his chest that said he didn't want to go...
Maybe someone else would help him find where his office wandered off to?
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 11:50 pm
An annoyed sort of frownthing appeared at the corner of his mouth and his brows as Tea caught that flash of smirkgrinthingwhatever on the other's face --somehow, he should have maybe expected that-- and realized perhaps a second too late that the other male was, in fact, out. He wasn't even in the room.
A part of him pointed out the fact that maybe Zix wasn't that uncivilized as Tea's other parts made him out to be, in fact, he was more polite than most other people who just barged in without his permission and even looked through his stuff. Sure, the whole peering-in-while-fidgeting was annoying, but he hadn't set a foot inside the room, right? That must mean something..
It was promptly squashed to death by all the other angerhateannoyed parts though, so it never really made an impact save leaving a slightly disconcerting kind of feeling inside Tea's gut, making the frown-pout thing, if possible, deeper.
The.. whatever it was Zix had said didn't quite help it either. Better? How better? There were oh so many ways that you could possibly possibly be better than a woman, and even though it was slightly kindofmaybe..nice..ish.. it was still annoying because Zix was still annoying and no matter what the heck he said no matter what Tea still didn't like didn't care about Zix.
All that appeared on Tea's face at that lightslight commentwhateverthing was a sort of quietbarely-restrained sort of flickeringthing in the dark eyes as he followed the necromancer's movements, for the most part agreeing that it was definitely veering towards being strange --an understatement; it should be called insane aka unreasonably happy-- and a slight tapping of his foot on the floor. Seriously, who had said he ever wanted Zix's respect?
Finally, he opened his mouth, crossing his arms in front of his chest and flicking another one of those 'Look' at the necromancer happilyannoyingly pirouetting away. "Any later, and it will be dinner we're having." And he most certainly did not saw 'we' as in 'we'.
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Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2006 12:18 am
The pirouette paused mid-twirl, and there was that fliashflicker of that smirkgrin on Zix's face as he turned and stared at the other for a long moment. He said it, he said it, that was fuuun...! And if he said it, it meant that he didn't totally hate Zix's presence, because if he really hated Zix and wanted Zix to go away, Tea wouldn't have said it because that was such a clear invitation to stop dancing away and just stay.
So, he was going to. In the most annoying way possible because Tea was just so fun like that.
Fully smirking now --he wasn't even trying to hide it anymore-- he turned back towards the other's door, arms spread slightly as he spun back down the hallway, feeling slight;y more happy than a kid in a candy store. And looking quite a bit like that kid. Because Tea had said it and it was good and really, he didn't have to look so annoyed that he said it --even though annoyed looked so good on him-- and Tea should just realx.
He really was a little uptight. He needed to just let loose and have some fun. It would do no good to be so annoyedfussyangery at everything. It would make hair fall out. And...and the remaining hair would turn grey, and the skin would get all saggy and yucky.
Gd, that would just look bad on Tea. He was so pretty right now, with his nice pretty dark hair and his nice pretty not saggy darkish skin and he just wouldn't look good all saggy and yucky and bald and grey-haired.
Right...his mission would be to get Tea to relax and have fun.
Start now.
Zix stopped in front of the assisstant, the grinsmirkthing turning him into the cat with the canary. "You said we," he stated happily, nodding in agreement with himself. "As in you and me. We."
It was a good word, when Tea said it. A nice good together sort of word. All...all together and not not together and it just sounded so nice rolling off Tea's rongue because he had thought that Tea would have just let him go away but he hadn't...!
'We'...definately a good word.
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Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2006 12:52 am
It was much too painfully clear now.
He had unleashed a monster. A smirking, grinning, annoying 'I've-got-you-now' monster.
Also commonly called Zix.
And he wasn't even trying to hide the smirkingthingwhatever now as he was --again-- pirouettingtwirling down the hallway towards Tea again. The tanned male almost just stopped himself in time from blanching and looking around the corridor; that just wouldn't do. It would mean another weakness leverage thing for Zix to latch onto. Even though Tea had a nagging feeling that Zix just maybe had enough leverage over him at this point by the stupid slip-of-tongue that Tea just let slip out.
Dammit. And who could have known that the other could get so far down the corridor in such a short amount of time?
But, try as he might, he couldn’t stop the one thought still living from popping out unbidden to his mind, that it was kind of nice kind of to see Zi---Firmly squashing down the thought --a dying half-piteous squeal was the only noise in his head-- and ignoring any other possible rebellious thoughts that just wouldn't obey Tea --besides, that was a stupid stupid thought because he hated Zix because he was annoying and Tea hated annoying people.
"As in you and me. We."
And right at that moment, the annoying-level-thing just got a whole lot higher. That had gotta be a record.
Tea almost had to stop himself forcibly from hitting the man. Because a/ it just wouldn't do to hit a doctor; he needed the good reports to get in, b/ Tea had a nagging feeling that it wouldn't damagehurtsomething Zix that much anyway, and c/ he.. it was so hard to concentrate when the necromancer was grinning like that.
As it was, some kind of half-twitch of lips --tighttighttightpursedannoyed-- was all the tanned male gave the other, trying so hard to ignore the catlike smug grin. Which was just.. just the most annoying thing that Zix had done this whole while. "..whatever."
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Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2006 1:19 am
Ooh...this time the 'whatever' answer wasn't so wishy-washy. It felt more like grudging compliance, like he didn't really want to say it, but he had to because he already admitted it so he just had to say yes like that but he didn't want to say yes.
It was a good sign. Grudging compliance, that is. Because it meant that there was a slip-up somewhere along the line --Zix rather thought it might have been the nice-sound 'we'-- that Tea couldn't exactly take back now that it was said but he didn't want to admit he said it.
It was still a good sign. Because slip-ups meant he didn'ttotally angeranny Tea, because people didn't make 'we' kinds of slip-ups if they were totally angerhatingannoyedby people.
Without really thinking about it, Zix reached out for Tea's hand to just sort of drag him off anywhere. Then he remembered, and he turned the movement into a sort of half-twistyturn thing. Because Tea had said don't touch and he didn't like Zix --tolerated, maybe, but probably not like in any way-- and wuldn't want Zix to touch so he had to not touch and just follow whatever little rules there were so Tea didn't make him go away.
Because it would be bad if Tea made Zix go away.
Because it would hurt.
"So...where do we go now?" Note the overemphasizing of the 'we' in that sentence. Because it was a good word and Te had said it and Zix was just going to love rubbing it in Tea's face because Tea had sa~id it!
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Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2006 1:33 am
The darkdarblack eyes merely slid from the hand --closecloseclosemuchtooclosetoomuch-- to the other's face again, the expression on his face nothing more than a carefulcareful blank mask of the slight somehow=somekind of panic thing that shot through Tea's body at the realization they were too close and Zix had tried to touch him--or if he wasn't, and it was was actually that weirdstrange turningthing that Zix had meant to do, then it was maybemaybe alright but he was too close--!
Without even realizing it, the tanned male had taken a sortofmaybe shuffling half a fraction of a step back, handsfingers curling at his sides as he clenched the keys inside pressing down on the palm of his hand. Zix just made a slight mistake. He was.. he was just being too close which was bad because people couldn'tshouldn't be.. be too close to him because it was annoying and strange and.. and itTea didn't like it not at all.
He didn't tell Zix to go away though. That thought.. That thought never actually quite reached his brain.
"Where do you want to go first?" He shot right back, his tone that of somewhat shaky, still not-quite-right sort of tinge but disguised cleverly as to sound more like resigned annoyance. Tea was good at this sort of thing. Hiding whatever he was feeling and just let all the angerannoyance blaze out. It was much easier that way to deal with people.
People who weren't as annoying as Zix though.
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Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2006 2:00 am
Zix easily morphed the half turn into a full turn, weaving away slightly from the assisstant. It wasn't like he didn't notice the small shufflestep backwards, or the deadlyquietblank look on his face, because he really wasn't that oblivious, despite how he acted. And if Tea didn't want him that close, that was fine, he didn't have to be that close.
So what if something twinged at the realization that Tea didn't want Zix near him? At least Tea could look at him without wanting to send him away. That was something, right? It was progress, surely, considering that just a little while ago Tea had wanted to kill him.
So, seeing the unspoken rules, he moved away, humming happilyquietly under his breath as he did so. This was what Zixrespect got you. He actually listened to the unspoken rules as well as the spoken ones. Because had Zix not respected Tea, he would have just kept going and not have moved away. But he did respect Tea, so he had to move away because Tea didn't want him that close --another twinge-- and Zix was willing to respect that.
"I really don't care," he chirped, making note of the shakyquivertremblething in the other's voice and vowing to never ever try to touch him ever again. Because Tea obviously didn't want Zix to ever touch him ever so he just wouldn't, simple as that.
The necromancer shrugged, twisting to a stop, and shoved his hands in his pockets. "You took your papers back so I don't really need to go ho-- to my office." No way would he allow himself to call it home. The moruge was not home, never home because it was cold and dead and just alone and that was not home, no matter how many nights he spent there --amounting to every night.
"But we could, if you wanted..." Once more that offer for Tea to ditch Zix if he really couldn't stand the necromancer anymore. Otherwise, Zix was going to follow him all the way to the cafeteria and have dinnerlunchwhatever with him and not leave until he was told.
Sounds like a plan...
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Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2006 11:10 am
Somethingsomething half-sparked briefly inside the tanned male as the other kindofsomehow pulled back a little away from him, and Tea exhaled silently, the tensiontighttaut muscles in the shouldersarms looseningrelaxing slightly. He.. They were too close. Had been too close. And.. and being too close was bad.
A glance was spared yet again on the necromancer; he should be.. grateful.. for that, at least. But he couldn't say thanks, just couldn't, because then Tea would be acknowledging that what Zix did was nice of him and that would be another weaknessthing for Tea, and.. and it wasn't good.
Because people couldn't couldn't get that close to him. No, not anymore. It was all a stupid bother and he didn't like it hadn't liked it so.. so it was just.. it was just everything was a bother and became a bother if you let someone get too close --either metaphorically or physically-- and.. and Zix had been that close too close --but not metaphorically not in any way but.. but just being too close-- and being close was baaaaad and his hand had been right there too near his too near Tea and it was a surprise more than anything else that made him step back and..
But.. he should be... --Kind of. Maybe-- ...grateful.
Because Zix had finally stopped twirlingpirouettingwhatever. Not for anything else. No.
"I don't think I'm ready to make my acquaintances with the zombies quite yet." Still a slight tinge of shakymaybesomething voice, and Tea quelled it indefinitely with a slight clearing of throat. Tea mechanically noted that Zix had kindofmaybe switched words halfway through; a sure sign of.. was he going to say home? But.. maybe Tea was hearing things. The morgue couldn’t just become your home. It was crazy. Sleeping in the colddarkthing with the dead people?
A twitch of lips --somethingnothingmaybenothing-- was all he gave to the necromancer before he turned back to the way that they came. "Food?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2006 11:28 am
It was --it, meaning the glitter-- was kind of maybe veering onto a slightly itchy side, but Elis was used to it. It came with having scales, the sort of itching under your skin, seemingly inside your bones. And this was somehow kind of maybe like that. And Elis was alright with it. He had about --300? 400?-- years of training to become used to random itchings in various parts of his body and not go berserk to try to scratch it off like dogs.
But Elis wasn't a dog. He was a wyvern.
Which was just so doubly awesome.
Because dogs didn't like shiny things, for example. They liked food and..and stupid things like bones. Elis didn't like bones. It made him too nervous to see the smoothwhiteness of them. Especially skulls. He didn't like skulls.
But Elis was a dragon --a wyvern; it was the same thing-- and dragons liked shiny things. Shiny things like gold and jewellery or.. or glitter. And the former two were really hard to come by here in the labs so he shall meanwhile resort to stealingtaking watches and shiny rings and.. and glitter.
And Chou personthing here made glitter. And hesheperson was pretty. Pretty and pink and shiny and.. and happysmilinghappy and if he wasn't a personthing then.. then Elis would have taken the personthing --not a personthing-- to his room and he would have joined the other shinypretty things in the room but not really because this person was the shiniest prettyest of anythingeverything else that Elis had ever seen, so it was special.
"I like your hair too." The reptilian blinked, a sweep of his eyelashes and shaking a few specks of glitter from them. "And your wings. I lik your wings."
He had forgotten completely about the hands.
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Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2006 11:36 am
The humming paused briefly, the quiverstrembleshakysomething still in the ther's voice, and Zix gave the assisstant a slow, slightly searching look. He hadn't meant to do...whatever he had done. Tried to touch. But he hadn't touched, so that was good, right? He had fixed it and not touched so there shouldn't be that quivertrembleshake in Tea's words because...because he hadn't touched...
But...but Tea wouldn't want him to worry, right? Because Tea didn't...didn't like him, so he wouldn't want Zix to worry because you only worried about people you liked. And while Zix muchly liked Tea, Tea didn't like Zix, so...he couldn't worry...
"Too bad," he said brightly, like nothing had happened, soundinglooking like he hadn't noticed anything wrong. Had it not been for that brief heartbeat's worth of a pause just now, he would have still seemed rightly oblivious. As it was, though, he was still pretty sure that Tea didn't notice the pause.
Because Tea didn't want Zix to worry about him.
"Cause dead people can be fun to," he chirped, laughing and spinning behind Tea. Oh, he was following, yes, just in his own little annoying sort of way. And he figured that, since Tea wasn't exactly looking, it was fine because if Tea wasn't looking then Tea couldn't be annoyed, right? And he was stepping light, so it wasn't like he was making an outlandish amount of noise or anything.
"I'm going to have to figure out where the cafeteria is, won't I?" he asked coversationally, waving brightly at another assisstant who gave them a funny look before wandering off. "It wouldn't do to keep eating lab rats. They're kind of strange, don't you think?"
Okay, so he had only done that once, when he hadn't found anything else to gnaw on. But it was still a point. And he liked watching Tea's reactions. They were fuuun.
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Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2006 11:49 am
So Butter was Saying that Zanis made him feel something other than just hurt?
How did that work? Zombies weren't supposed to feel anything, because their gland thingys didn't work. Hell, they weren't even supposed to feel pain because they didn't have any nerves any more. But Butter felt pain and Butter said he was feeling something else something other than pain and it was only Zanis which wasn't really such a bad thing but that meant that Butter was different...
That Butter was special.
And...special was good.
Slowly, Zanis blinked, sliding one step foreward. If Butter was special, then maybe it was okay that it didn't make sense, that he didn't make sense, because everyone knew that special things didn't always make sense. And...and Butter was special because he wasn't like other zombies --and spending a few years with a zombie-expert, something rubbed off-- because Butter said he felt something other than hurt and Butter had no reason to lie. Why would he lie? There was no cause for Butter to lie.
He moved another step foreward, stepping slowly like he was trying not to move to fast and scare Butter off. If Butter meant it, meant that he wanted to stay when no ne else did, then...there would be no reason for him to not stay, right? No reason to keep Butter from staying, because Butter was special and he said he wanted to stay so it was...it was okay for him to stay, right?
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Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2006 11:55 am
Another hundred thousand gazillion jillion points.
Because Elis person liked his wings.
And anyone who liked Chou's wings were so far beyond good that it was...it was just beyond good. And...and it just was. Because Chou liked his wings very muchly and if someone else liked his wings then it was good and they were good and they just got billions of zillions of points heaped on them because it was good!
Making a delighted sort of tittering sound, he craned his neck, peering over his shoulder as he spread his wings slightly, the shiny scaly butterflyness glimmer irridescently in the flourescent lighting.
"I like them too," he said brightly, pulled away from the glittering colorfullness and looking back over at Elisperson. "They're pretty." And...and colorful, and colors were good, lots of shiny sort of metallic-y colors were very good and Elisperson was shiny metallic-y greeny sort of colorfullness so he was good and it was just a good thing and Elisperson was a good thing and everything was a good thing.
And Chu wasn't lost again anymore, so it was a doublytriplyuberly good thing.
"I like your marky thingys too. They're pretty." And they were greenishbluishcolorish so they were good to and it was all good and the markys were all shiny to because there was Chou's glitter there and it was pretty and the glitter was pretty in Elisperson's eyelashes too and it was everything was so pretty and good and...and lots of points everywhere!
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