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 Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2008 3:41 am
Nye watched Lizzie skitter away curiously,one brow raised. At least he hadn't bought a guard dog off the street, or else she would've bit Ivie. Good thing.
"Am I really that scary looking?" he asked playfully. Lightening the mood wasn't something he was always great at, but making attempts at it was worth something, right? Their food was gonna be there in 20 minutes and Ivie hadn't moved an inch since she walked in. Unacceptable. Then again, when Nye actually got dumped from his longest relationship, he didn't go to work for two days and just moped at home.
What a hypocrite, that one.
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2008 7:37 am
It took a moment or two for Ivie's heart to return to a normal rate. Her hand slowly moved from her heart as her eyes closed a minute. Now that she was awake she could feel that her legs had cramped from her lack of movement. Slowly, noting that the muscles felt unusually sore, she stretched them out over the couch and wiggled them a little. Everything was still working. All good.
"Well no...I just wasn't expecting you there." If it made Nye feel any better, Ivie's speech pattern had returned to normal though even she had to admit that she was a little quieter, a little less peppy than usual. She felt drained -physically and mentally - and was beginning to see a pattern here. Nye's house equalled fatigue, Butch related.
She didn't want to think about Butch right now, not at all.
"Did you order the food? How much is...whatever I asked for?" Aha, there was the Ivie we all knew and got frustrated at.
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2008 2:01 pm
Nye wasn't worried about her paying this once without a fight for reasons that I shan't disclose quiite yet. "I don't remember, but I'll look over the check once the food comes and you can pay me back."
Nye never actually noticed the pattern, but if he did, he'd probably just hope that it faded out as soon as possible. That wasn't really the greatest thing to connect to someone's house, really. "Lizzieee," Nye called out lazily. "Treat!"
And as if never scared witless, the pooch came skittering back into the living room and right past Nye into the kitchen. Lazily, Nye pushed off of the couch and walked over to the cabinet, dodging puppy under his feet, trying to find the doggy treats. "The remote's on the side table if you wanna watch something."
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2008 7:07 pm
Another pattern. Nye's house led to TV watching, It was fair enough, seeing that thus far Butch Abuse had come before it, but it was one Ivie was happy to replicate. Normally she'd be offering to help set up for dinner but for now...Discovery channel. Mythbusters was on and they were, well, blowing things up as usual. It was nice to see some things hadn't changed.
Curled up, head on the arm-rest-, Ivie didn't really want to move when the doorbell rang. Hopefully it would actually be who they wanted this time.
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2008 7:34 pm
Nye let out an appeased chuckle. He always thoroughly enjoyed Mythbusters, what with their spontaneous experiments and all.
A ring of his doorbell sent Nye fleeing to the door, and to Ivie's dismay, it wasn't exactly the pasta boy. He was still trying to get into the carpark. The visitor at the door was ... Zack. Lanky, sporty Zack in some puffy winter coat and a beanie. And he was holding... bags from all of the stores Nye and Ivie had visited?
Zack set the bags down as Nye shoved a 50$ bill into his hat happily. "Did you see the pasta guy on your way in, Zachariah?" Zack shrugged and yoinked the bill greedily into his pocket. "Don't care, I can finally buy that elusive signed CD, though!"
"Any time, Zack."
And the door closed immediately after that. Zack was a busy, busy boy.
"Hey Ivie, happy belated Christmas."
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2008 8:12 pm
Over the television Ivie couldn't really hear the converstaion between Nye and who she assumed was the pasta guy, but when her host walked back in she sat up like a shot, eyes wide. "Nye you didn't!" She said with a groan, her palm meeting her forehead in exhasperation.
"You didn't win the bet, you know. Send those back, I can't accept them!"
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2008 8:17 pm
Nye shrugged and walked back to the door as the doorbell rang for the second time. "It's a shame that Zack threw out all the checks, so I can't return them. And I'm pretty sure he fumbled some of the bags, too, so I'm not sure which thing goes to what store..." What a cunning b*****d, that one.
He didn't give her time to reply before opening the door. The pasta guy opened the door and recited the trivial mumbo-jumbo, resulting in Nye signing a check and accepting two hot boxes of food. This was one thing he wouldn't let Ivie argue. "Your ravioli is $8.99, Miss Independent," he said as he thrust one of the boxes at her with a charmingly smug smile.
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2008 9:38 pm
To say Ivie was overwhelmed would be an understatment. She knew Nye was generous but this was absolutely rediculous. There was no way she could accept this, just no way. This alone was more expencive than her last two years of birthday and Christmas presents combined.
"But...but...Nye you can't. I have to pay you back." She said in frustration, obviously looking stressed. "This isn't dinner or a movie pass or anything, this is...huge...you can't possibly afford this, I'll pay for it."
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2008 3:15 am
"Ivie, Ivie, Ivie," Nye said discouraged. "I like to buy presents, but I'm not a moron. You'd be surprised to see how much a hairdresser makes." He shook the box of ravioli at Ivie once more. Arrogant as ever, he never saw the wrong in showering people with presents, and as spoiled as it was to want his way almost all of the time, his way was usually something for someone else, too.
There was a way she could pay him back, though.
"Do me a favor. Just look at me and smile." Hopefully, Ivied' start to see a pattern there too. Nye's house usually meant unprecedented presents, whether she liked it or not.
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2008 6:17 am
Out of habit, Ivie did take her box of ravioli from Nye's outstretched hand. Oh and it smelt divine! It was as if the man was trying to distract her from the hordes of clothing he'd spontaniously bought. Clothes she'd now never be able to wear without feeling guilty. Nye meant well, she was sure of it, but she felt so bad to be spoilt like this. She didn't deserve it, none of it, and she'd only gotten him into trouble since they'd met.
"Nye...I don't deserve any of this and I've only been a hassel for you. Honestly...why?" She was half talking to herself, shaking her head, when Nye finally said what he wanted in return. The look she gave him was a curious one. Surely not. The only smile Nye recieved was a shakey one, despite Ivie trying, and the girl sank back down onto the couch afterwards, clearly overwhelmed. How could she accept this? A tear or two welled in her eyes but were discreetly wiped away. It was stress, just stress.
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2008 5:43 pm
"Oh, come on." Nye went, seemingly to sit down on the back of the couch at first, but when he went falling with his back on the cushion and his legs resting over the back of the couch, obviously something more zero-gravity was his intent. The pasta box was placed comfortably on his tummy and propped open. Good luck eating, you babboon.
With his plastic fork, Nye swiveled some pasta for more than a necessary amount of time. "The better half of Zack's wardrobe came from me, and I felt you could use some change in your life, you know? Be-siiides, you haven't been a hassle! This is the most exciting thing that's happened to me in months! What's a black eye gonna do except fade away and leave me something to brag about later?" Impatient, the bulked up fork went gently up, over, and back down into Nye's mouth with surprising neatness. Ever tried chewing sideways? Well.
Nye could tell you how weird that feels.
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Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2008 7:11 am
"But still....so much..." It seemed Ivie hadn't quite gotten over the sheer amount of stuff Nye had bought her. For Ivie to buy more than two things at once was a rarity, so all this was...overload. Sheer overload. "I won't have to buy anything for years now..." And she wouldn't, if left up to her.
Bemused, she flipped open her pasta box and began nibbling at the ravioli within. It was good - very good- if a tiny bit cold from the trip and her distraction. Still, good. Nye's upside down eating gained a curious look and Ivie, unable to stop herself, reached over to poke his belly. "You'll get a tummy ache doing that."
Just wait for it. "Don't see why you guys feel the need to brag about bruises anyway..." She muttered, taking another bite of pasta. "Wouldn't you want to avoid it?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2008 5:36 pm
For Nye to buy less than six things for people other than himself was a rarity. He had plenty of clothes, and money to waste. Who didn't wanna spoil others?
... Okay, bad question.
Nye lifted his chest and brought his knees down at the same time, creating a sort of Nye-curl as a sort of self-defense mechanism. Kinda like a porcupine! "D'oh!" With some mumbled regrets, the pasta was set aside and Nye fumbled his way off the couch, landing oddly on his shoulder. With a yelp, he pulled himself back up and stumbled to the couch. Back to pasta! Mm.
"I do, generally, but everyone complains that for an ex-boxer, I'm awfully feminine. The term 'fop' has often been used." The plastic fork twisted some pasta unto itself and right into Nye's mouth again. He chewed slowly, and swallowed. The pasta was nice and warm and it made his throat warm and ee! "So it's a proof that the boxing thing didn't go to waste, I guess."
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 6:46 am
Ivie shuffled to one side, giving Nye enough room to sit on the sofa comfortably. She glanced down at the copious amounts of shopping bags that littered the floor next to her and prodded at one of them with her toe, still feeling bad. He obviously didn't expect her to pay, so what on earth was the man up to? What did he want? Ivie wasn't to know that Nye really had no alterior motive other than making happy, and bribes, well...I don't know. She didn't know either. All she knew was that she owed Nye a lot of coffees.
"That's better." She said approvingly as Nye flipped the correct way up, skewering a few more pieces of ravioli onto her fork and munching them thoughtfully. Her neck and cheek still ached but she wasn't about to say anything.
"You know what you've done and can do, I don't see why you need to prove it to anyone. You don't seem that type anyway."
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 3:26 pm
Nye chuckled, either out of being amused with the pasta or because Ivie had read him a little too well for his liking. "Really? What type do I seem to you?" Genuinely curious, Nye looked up at her as he scooped another forkful of pasta into his mouth.
It was true, he really didn't like to show off bruises, but there were reasons. One, he and Zack had always made bets on stupid things, and the one Nye won with his bruises did include anti-fopness. 'Get bruised in a fist fight.'
Sounds more like a dare.
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