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 Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2006 9:32 pm
(( I really have to stop doing that. ))
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2006 9:37 pm
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The Fierce Deity Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2006 9:40 pm
((Greetings Deity person...))
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2006 9:47 pm
((Bouncing is fun. ^ ^ Hiya Pithpith!))
A bubbling sound could be heard from the kitchen of the main room as a kettle sat on the stove. A clink or two of metal upon ceramic mixed with soft humming and a muted thump of shoes on the wood floors. Were one to come in, they would find Jade working around the kitchenette, holding a mug in one hand, and a second one looped at the end of her tail, each with a spoon.
With her free hand, the young woman lifted the kettle from the stove top, and poured the water carefully, trying not to burn her tail with the hot liquid as it went into the cup. The song she was humming was a strange one, but it still sounded wonderful.
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2006 9:53 pm
((Hey Jade, whats the haps?))
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2006 9:55 pm
((Nothing much....got a goodnight sleep after working 13 hours straight yesterday...you?))
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2006 9:56 pm
((Went to work and what not and now I've got 2 days off. Yeah....))
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2006 9:58 pm
((I had today and tomorrow off....then I'm working either two jobs or one job for the next seven.....Oh well. Gotta live, y'know?))
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2006 10:00 pm
((I don't work near as much as you, but I suppose I can relate on some remote degree.))
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2006 10:07 pm
((Well, I was just doin' a parttime job...but now I'm adding a fulltime one on top of that....Got stuff to pay, and a parttime grocery store job ain't going to cut it...))
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2006 10:11 pm
((Understandable. Money is money, and when you need it. Theres not much else you can do but work.))
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2006 10:14 pm
<<::snugglehuglovenuzzles Jadey:: 3= >>
::Along with Jade, the lonely bottom floor of the Orion tower is touched by Deity's presence, the tall boy seated atop a stool - that he has brought over from a nearby table - to stay by the kitchen counter where the Saiya-jin girl fixes up a few drinks. Wherever she seems to go, it's not at all unlikely now to find him only meters away at the furthest.
The Orinian wears an old, battered white tanktop and a pair of black sweatpants, white socks warming his feet. His face is yet again uncovered, revealing the millenia-old scar across his brow. His signature trenchcoat is draped around him like a blanket, his stiffly-curled tail hanging motionless behind the chair he's seated on. His spiked red hair is a little untamed, drooping wherever gravity would have it go as he hunches forward with his raised forearms folded upon the counter. Deity looks exhausted - mentally, physically, or both.
With his pendant swaying ever so gently in front of his chest, dark spaces underneath his drooping eyelids denote a severe lack of sleep on his part, his blackened fingernails clutched against the smooth surface of the countertop in a weakly failed attempt at making fists. Even in his current Mystic Devil form, something has completely drained him; whatever is causing him distress within is ever present, never gone long enough for him to recover.::
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The Fierce Deity Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2006 10:34 pm
((Money=root of all evil. Yet neccissary. /= *snughuggedbyDeity*^w^))
Jade turned around slowly after returning the kettle to the stove on a cool burner. She took the mug from her tail, and held both in her hands. A gentle smile lit her lips as she walked over to the counter where Deity sat.
She was dressed rather vibrantly than normal, working with red in different shades, adding more contrast to her green eyes. A red tightfitting tanktop with thick straps, and her gold locket resting around her neck. She work dark red pants, with a black skirt over them, and worn boots, her tail hanging rather limply behind her.
Jade put the mugs down, and pulled a teabag each out of them and put htem in the trash. Once she finished prepping them, she slid Deity's mug in front of him, near his fingers. THen holding her own mug, she leaned forwards and lightly touched her forehead to his.
".....you alright Love...?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2006 10:57 pm
((Evil has its place. Or else there would be no way to know something was good. An interesting conundrum.))
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The Fierce Deity Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2006 10:58 pm
::Upon first having the mug of tea presented to him, Deity only stares at it, a from-below-the-brow glance capturing it as his head remains stilted down. Swallowing hard, he lifts his right hand from underneath his left to reach for a small nearby canister of sugar, his fingertips just grazing it as Jade advances, leaning in closer to him. Her calming scent fills his nose as he breathes in, his vermillion orbs dimming as she rests her forehead against his. Had it been someone else, he may have reacted differently.
The boy does not answer his lover's question directly, forcing a softly sarcastic chuckle through closed jaws. It seemed more or less like a rhetorical question anyway. He can get so much worse - he has been - and yet can be no better than right now. Deity stays silent for a moment, using it to try and clear his head. Keeping his eyes closed, he tilts his head up and forward to let his lips brush ever so softly against Jade's. He's thankful to have her with him right now, and for the past several days, though he isn't currently in the best of shapes to thank her.
Slowly pulling his head away with a somber little smile on his face, his fingers eventually grasp the glass canister at his right, which he drags over to his steaming cup. Not bothering with a stirring spoon due to the temperature of the liquid, he raises the canister and pours some sugar in for a second or two before pulling it away and carefully setting the container down. His head lowered, he grips either side of the mug with his hands and slides it gently in a circular motion, still keeping his eyes shut.::
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