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 Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 4:57 pm
"Mm..." Easier said than done. Chosing a type for a person was always difficult, especially when the word 'type' was so fluid. A little of this, a little of that? That just sounded mean, like he was some sort of patched together rag-doll.
Giggle. Nye-Ragdoll. It was a cute mental image, really.
"Mm...s'hard." She took another bite of her pasta to buy herself some time. "I'm not sure. A little foppish, perhaps, but 'metro' might be more the word...in touch with fashion and hair and all that but still 'manly' enough to take a fist to the face."
She chuckled. "How was that for a round-about answer?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 5:03 pm
Nye almost coughed his noddles up through laughter. He managed to keep them down and guide them safely to his stomach, but after he was freed of the saucy burden, there was laughter. "Metro? What the hell is a metro?"
In touch with fashion? Si.
Sanity? Not quite.
He stopped his laughter abruptly with a throat-clearing maneuver, and returned to all seriousness. Almost. There was a bit of a snortchuckle somewhere in there. "You're just jealous because I took a fist to the face and survived."
Because a fist was so deadly.
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 5:22 pm
"You know metro! Everyone knows metro! It's in all the magazines these days! It's, like, a guy in touch with fashion and sensative and all that stuff women supposedly like these days."
It was a terrible definition, but hey. "I think I can live without the fist to the face." That was something she hadn't had, nor really wanted thank you very much. Subconciously, her hand reached up to prod at her neck. No, strangulation was quite enough, thank you very much.
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 5:37 pm
You know, in cheesy romance novels, this would be when the potential couple laughs and quiet down awkwardly and some weird kiss-interrupted-by-dog happens.
Thankfully, though Nye looks like a boy from an overly-cliche romance novel, he has a bit more tact, and was not intending on any sort of intimate acts any time soon. They did not cross his mind at all. Not ever. Not even when she walked out in that outfit with her hair all put up nice, and not even when that redhead walked into the salon and he felt his mood just soar up for some reason, and then as soon as he saw it wasn't Ivie, it went back down to it's usual morning stupor.
Ah, how sad.
"Well, I just happen to be out of touch with your youngin terms." Pouty, Nye shoved more pasta into his mouth and chewed. He did love to kid around!
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 5:45 pm
Once again it was a brilliant thing that Ivie wasn't a mind reader. Nye's 'not thinking' of intimate acts would have made her both blush cutely and also freak out and run a million miles away. Kisses, even were a very touchy thing with her for reasons I won't go in to right now, but not all of which stem from the afternoon's events.
Poor Nye, having to deal with all that one day.
"Oh yes, you're ever so old, how could I ever expect you to keep up?" Ivie teased, snapping up the last of her pasta before sliding the box closed and hopping off the couch, in search of Nye's bin. Ah, it hadn't moved since last time. Lucky~!
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 5:52 pm
Nye finished off his pasta shortly after Ivie, and walked over to neatly dump the ever-so-disposable container in the wastebin. "I know, I know. You don't have to tell me twice. Tell me, could I pass for forty?"
Ah, what a kidder, that one.
Nye always had to deal with lots of stuff in one day, but never having his friend strangled and force-snogged and beating the crap out of a guy twice his size and going to the police station and having a slumber party with said friend/girl he has a crush on. Run-on sentences never keep secrets.
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 6:11 pm
Washing her hands and picking what looked like pasta sauce out from under her nails, Ivie giggled. "Forty? That's pushing it. I'd place you at least fifty." The sink was flipped off with a snap and, as Ivie dried her hands, one of those awful, awkward silences fell over the two. Lets blame Nye's thoughts, shall we?
"Ah...What time is it?" Ivie's watch was broken.
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 6:17 pm
Nye settled for a (manly) moist towlette from one of his strangely neat kitchen cupboards. As he tossed it in the wastebin with expert precision (dumb luck), he looked down at his wrist for the twelfth (first recorded) time that day. "Uhm, about eight thirty right now. Why?"
With a curious expression, he straightened himself and went over to the fridge. Propping the door open, some coolness hit his face pleasantly as he searched for some juice to sip at, or something liquidy and non-alcoholic. "Drink?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 6:48 pm
"Oh, no reason. Butch just managed to break my watch." Ivie glanced down at it. It had been an eighteenth birthday presant too, and now the glass was all cracked and the arms certainly wen't moving. Such a pity.
"Ah, yes please. Do you have anything fizzy?" She could really go a solo right now but whatever Nye had was fine. Two glasses were tugged from Nye's cupboards - she'd found where in her last little visit here - and placed on the counter. Who knew if Nye used a glass or not...she always did, though.
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 6:52 pm
Nye seemed to grimace slightly, and hid it by bending over and shoving his head into his fridge. His arm accompanied it soon enough, and he pulled out a hefty two-liter of cream soda. So, yeah, he was an addict. Better than alcohol or certain other things hidden in certain places.
"I hope you like cream soda, 'cause I know I do~" came his surprisingly whimsical reply. As the fridge was shut with a hip bump, the freezer compartment was opened and Nye yanked out his obnoxiously pink ice cube tray. As the ice cubes were popped out and placed about four per glass, it was to note that each was shaped like a little five-pointed star.
They looked absolutely darling with cream soda poured on top.
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 7:15 pm
"Creaming soda's always good." It was no Solo, but it was good enough. Ivie had to stifle a snort as she caught sight of the ice-cube tray, and picked it up gingerly with two fingers when Nye had disguarded it. "And you wonder why people call you a fop. I think this thing's girlier than anything I own."
She took her soft drink and, with nothing else to really do and Lizzie sleeping in her basket, took a seat back on the sofa. Awkward silence ensured.
"Aah...do you have any movies?" She was tired, but not quite enough to sleep yet.
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 7:23 pm
"Hey," he retorted quickly, "I bought it at a garage sale, and the benefits all went to charity, and it was cute. It's quite a hit with Zack and Tim when they pop over." Great defense there, Nye. Tim and Zack and gayer than the entire gay pride parade combined, minus the drag. Great job.
Upon the mention of a movie, Nye went over to his little entertainment system and sat down cross-legged, glass still in hand, in front of the glass door. It slid open, and movie titles went spilling out. Guaranteed that most were pirated. "Bunches of Disney movies, I even have Wall-E, and some Mr. Bean films, Meet the Fockers, Princess Diaries..."
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Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2008 2:20 am
"Zack and Tim." Now Ivie sounded more dubious than ever. Somehow, the opinions of two male hair-dressers didn't really help Nye's case. "Three out of four male hairdressers approve of this pink...thing. That's girlier than anything I own."
Tugging her feet up onto the sofa and snuggling into a cushion, Ivie took a sip of her soft drink and 'hmmm'ed quietly to her self. "Wall-E? I didn't get to see it at the theatre and I heard it's cute as anything."
And that was it. The DVD went in and the movie began. It was as good and better than Ivie had heard. A few sniffles could have been heard and a few 'aww's but towards the end of the movie Ivie fell silent, growing sleepy. Oh no, she wouldn't fall asleep until after all those cute pictures in the credits had gone.
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 3:15 pm
Nye refilled the tray and set it gently back into the freezer. Not without spilling any water, of course. He snatched a paper towel from a roll and crouched down to eliminate the tripping hazard, and then made a rather nice throw to the garbage can. "You've said that twice, and besides, you're jealous because my ice cubes look cool. You don't have to admit it, if you don't want."
Nye went through about four cups of cream soda during the whole movie. He wasn't as vocal as Ivie, and definitely didn't cry, but he wouldn't deny that it was a cute movie. He even enjoyed watching the credits allll the way until the main menu came on, and it was time to put the DVD back in its box. "I don't regret buying this at all."
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 6:21 pm
Ivie had only repeated it because it was just that girly. Really. That and the girl wasn't a pink fan. Clashed with the red hair, and all, so it was just one of those colours best avoided. She'd stick with her greens, browns and coppers, thank you very much.
"I should pick it up myself." Ivie agreed once the movie was done and they'd sucked every last minute out of it. This comment was followed up by a large, long yawn which she hurriedly tried to cover with one hand, looking embaressed. "Sorry...Guess today kinda took a lot out of me.." Well, there was understatement of the year.
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