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 Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2010 9:48 pm
"Oh, what's this?" Cal took the well worn game from Never, giving his fur a slight brush with her hand. "Smash Bros?" She looked up at Sorano, "Great idea! I haven't played this on in a while." She skipped over to the game console and placed the game in. The console gave a bright blue glow and flashed the title on the screen.
She tossed Sorano a remote and settled in on the couch. Skye pulled himself up onto her lap and leered at Sorano lazily. "Are you ready?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 07, 2010 8:54 am
That game, to which Cal mentioned, made Sorano stiffen greatly. Didn't they play that at the sleepover? Oh crap, they played that at the sleepover. Would she catch on?
The lanky grunt twiddled the controller in his hand and grimaced. He'd no idea on how to play the game. All he did was watch at that clambake. Not really pick up a controller and play.
"Err . . . brin' it on?" he said quizzically and Never snickered. It was going to be fun to see his trainer get his a** whooped.
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Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 9:42 pm
The game was on! Cal smiled, thoroughly enjoying the excitement that welled up inside her, though Sorano seemed to tense. Maybe he knew he was facing a gaming master! Or... Something like that.
Somehow this seemed vaguely familiar, but she just brushed it off as a mild case of deja'vu. After a few rounds of Sorano getting his rear end handed to him, she paused the game and turned to him. "Are you even trying?" she leered at him playfully.
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Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 9:49 pm
Sorano folded his arms over his chest, the controller about his wrist hanging like a fresh piece of kill for the slaughter.
"I-I be takin' in easy on ya, girlie! I didn' wanna see ya cry when I 'eally brin' me game on!"
Yea, lies. Terrible, terrible LIES.
"C'mon, rematch!"
Never was busy lol-ing in on the side of the couch. This couldn't get better, could it?
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Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 10:48 pm
"Seriously?" She couldn't contain her laughter, bursting into a fit of giggles. "If- if- if-" She drew in a deep breath, on the verge of tears, "If you mean cry by laughing, you're doing it wrong." She snickered, wiping a tear from her eye.
"How about we make this interesting?" Bets were always fun, but very risky. "I bet that I can beat you with one life left." She weighed the options in her head, "I'll give you 5 lives, myself 1, and if I beat you," Obviously she was getting cocky; never a good sign. "You have to..." She paused thinking of the possibilities, "You have to eat whatever's rotting in the fridge." People forgot about things there all the time. Hopefully there would be a ripe ones for Sorano to eat.
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Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 11:13 pm
"Pffft! Yer on!" he laughed. There was no way in hell he was going to lose. "Ifins I win, ya gots ta do tha same!"
This sudden dare seemed to wake up a piece of macho within him. Did you know how badly he wanted to get up and flex his manliness? Yet, when the game started, he was basically throwing a hissy-fit with the controller. The remote within his grip was just getting thrown around like it was a medieval mace. His attempt to best his female opponent came to no avail. He had lost, badly. When I mean badly, I mean BADLY. Sorano grimaced at what was to come next. Oh Arceus . . . why?
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2010 7:55 pm
The whole seen unfolded in front of her eyes. She had been toying with him and loving it. How long had it been since she had laughed so hard? "Going easy on me huh?" Cal teased, waving her wii mote in victory. "I do believe we should head over to the fridge." She smiled ever so sweetly, rubbing in her victory even more.
Skye had been enjoying himself far too much. That weird trainer was planning on doing something, he knew it. But now, all he could do was laugh and try not to fall off the couch.
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2010 11:31 pm
A slump of his shoulders and a small jitter to run up and down his vertebrae was enough evidence to express his extreme disgust and nervousness. He shouldn't have agreed to this.
He shouldn't have agreed to this.
He shouldn't have agreed to this.
"L-Lead tha way, girlie." he gulped and stared at the final destination of his death. Why couldn't the Grim Reaper just take his soul now?
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 5:08 pm
"Oh, don't look so glum!" She grabbed him by the shoulders, smile never leaving her face. She was just enjoying herself too much! "It's not like you're gonna die or anything." Although it did look like he wanted to, but was that from embarrassment? Cal really didn't care, all that mattered was she won and would be able to make him eat something gross from the fridge.
"Let's see her..." She rummaged around the back of the fridge, sure enough, there were a few rotten and forgotten (oh yea, it rhymes) things in the back, perfect for their situation. She pulled them out and open the container, "So you have a choice between this..." What was it? "This green stuff." She took a whiff and retched. "Or," She cleared her throat, "this rotting strawberry looking pudding... Stuff..." That container didn't appeal to the senses either.
"So what will you have?" She held them both to his face, both of about the same portion.
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 5:29 pm
"Uh, um, ERHRM . . . " A soft whiff from the combined stenches of the green concoction and the sour strawberry pudding reject, Sorano felt instantly sick. Neither seemed appeasing by smell nor pleasing by looks. How more torturous could this be?
Sorano glanced over towards Never who nodded his head. Just do it, Sorano. His face said. Maybe you would earn her respect if you do. Sorano nodded his head than gulped. Pointing to the green whatever it was, Sorano opened the lid and held his nose. Opening up his mouth, he swallowed.
So down, down, down it went than bounced back up from where it was sent. This girl needed a definite brain analysis as he needed a digestive dialysis. Oh, that speedo wearing swimmer was certainly not a winner.
Arceus, it tasted horrible! From that Lewis Caroll reject of a paragraph (which was poorly executed in terms of rhyming, mind you), Sorano needed some place to upchuck and fast! He stared about and flailed his arms. No, no, keep it down, KEEP IT DOWN. Yet, his stomach did not agree at all.
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 6:01 pm
This was just priceless! He actually downed the green glop; she hadn't expected him to follow through. "Wow," surprise was written all over her face, "I can't believe you-" She took a step back, "You gonna be ok there?" By the look on his face, he was about to blow chunks right where they stood. Most likely on her. She did some quick thinking, thrusting a small trashcan in his hands, "Please, use that and don't make a mess...." Now she was feeling a bit worried about him. I hate the little thing called guilt.
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 6:11 pm
Sorano grew green, than pale, green, than red? (wonder why red?), than pale green, pale, than pale red? (wouldn't that just be pink?). When he started to feel good, he would feel sick. When he started to feel sick, he felt worse. However, after some moments of "Errrup" and "Ughhh" with some dashes of "Blargh!", Sorano felt fine. Well, sorta-kinda fine. He couldn't get the taste of foot out of his mouth though.
"Gads, tha' was . . . a veeery exotic taste . . . "
Meanwhile, Never the Flareon was are oh eff elling by the couch. Ahh, that was hilarious!
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 7:04 pm
By the time Sorano had finished up with his disgusting noises, she had put some distance between them. She was about halfway across the room, sure that he was about to expel the putrid green mess everywhere. The rainbow of colors his face changed to made her almost certain of that.
"So you're ok now?" She hesitantly walked back over. "Exotic, huh? I'm sure people in Kanto eat it all the time." She smiled, but could help feeling a twinge of guilt in the bottom of her stomach. "I'm sorry about making you eat that... You could've gotten really sick." Cal just cared too much.
Skye on the other hand, thought that the guy had it coming. He jumped up onto his trainer's shoulder and stuck his tongue out at the man.
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 7:11 pm
"I thinks I am okay now." replied Sorano, a bit unsure of what effects might remain since his stomach seemed to be settled. When a moment passed by and nothing seemed to react (i.e. cause his stomach to bubble like vinegar and baking soda), he nodded his head and laughed. He hadn't done anything that reckless since he was younger. This had bested the time when he was double dog dared to eat this random wad of gum sitting on a sign by his best friend back in Kanto. Ah, those were the days.
"It be a delicacy." he laughed again and nudged the somewhat empty container at Cal. "Why don' ya give it a taste? There still be some res'due still stucks at tha bottom."
Sorano stuck his tongue out at the Pikachu and welled when he caught a whiff of his breathe from his open mouth. His open mouth than lead to an aching yawn as Sorano stretched and scratched his back lightly. Huh.
"So wha' ya wanna do, girlie?" he asked, scanning the rec room for anything entertaining. "I ain't in tha mood ta play 'ideo games if I 'ight en' up eatin' some rancid stuffs 'gain."
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 9:12 pm
"I'm glad you didn't blow." Cal laughed drawing back from the green substance. "No thanks..." She already retched from the container being brought up to her face. She just didn't have the stomach for that stuff. Then he stuck out his tongue to her? How strange.... A hand flew up to calm Skye, "You know you should be a little nicer to people." Skye just humphed and glared at the teal haired man.
"First, I'd like to give you some mouthwash." She reached into her pocket, "I guess gum will do." She handed him three sticks to hopefully put out that rotten stench spewing from his mouth. She plopped one in her mouth, hoping the minty flavor would cleanse the scent from her nose.
She hadn't thought of anything to do next, "I'll let you choose since I made you it that goop." It's the least I can do...
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