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 Posted: Tue Apr 12, 2011 2:59 pm
"I honestly think he'd die if poked with a stick, thin skin and all," Shawn grinned. This is why he had brought Ellie over in the first place, to harass Sheldon ... besides figuring out how the two even interacted. They were such opposites in so many areas, it was weird how they 'got along' if they even really did. Tolerance maybe?
Sheldon grunted with a pout on his face. Trying to counterattack either of them would probably be wasted effort which, he was just never in the mood for and the two of them could probably counter his counter ten fold. God, this sucked. The green haired boy just turned to glaring at the two and swatted at Ellie's shoe with his own when she went in for the poke with her own.
"'Course I 'ain't got a job,'" Shawn looked almost offended, "you think this fine specimen," he gestured at himself with a wave of his hand, "is going to work retail or some office job? Hell no." He was getting by quite fine, thank you very much. He probably made enough in a week selling weed than Ellie would make in a day job, well probably not a whole lot more but it was decent enough. "Besides, some of my short stories have been published in indie mags and all, I'm just trying to get something going with a lengthy novel."
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Posted: Tue Apr 12, 2011 3:43 pm
"I. Guess. He. Does. Have. Thin. Skin."
Each word was said by itself as she continued to attempt pokes to correspond with the words. He had swatted away on, but it just led to a barrage of tennis shoe pokes. At times, it really seemed like Sheldon was just putty or some other object that didn't do much unless bothered.
Shawn seemed to get his point across, but even with his point fully understood by the tomboy, she flat out just stated her opinion on the whole matter. "Writin' fer recreation's gay." None could really call her the sort who liked English class, nor could anybody call her the creative sort. Her dream job required lots of doing and very little creativity. She didn't mind writing when it was absolutely necessary, but writing stories wasn't necessary.
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Posted: Sat Apr 16, 2011 12:10 am
Sheldon muttered a 'good god!' as he tried to fend off the birage that Ellie was attacking him with. When would it stop? His feet pivoted in odd angles as he tried to dodge her jabs and even attack with his own feeble attempts. His arms then came in, more in a motion of flailing. He didn't dare use them against her since she punched so hard and could easily overpower him. It was more for effect.
It was enough to make Shawn pause before he gave a retort to his profession [creative writing is SO not gay after all!], his lips pursed together as did his brows. "Um ..." Was there something they weren't telling him about this relationship? What was with all this footsie?
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Posted: Sat Apr 16, 2011 12:27 am
His attempts to fend for himself were laughable. In fact, she didn't bother to try stifling her laughter. The tomboy's laughter didn't quite fill the room, but at the same time, it wasn't anything so delicate that it would go unnoticed. Yet, as the helpless Sheldon's defense mechanism of flailing like a wacky waving inflatable arm tube man began to kick in, Ellie's laughter cut off quite quickly.
"Oh sh*t!" she almost coughed out before reacting in a far more extreme manner than she probably should have. Hell, Sheldon actually startled her a bit with that one. And so, he soon enough received a very solid stomp to the foot. It wasn't playful in any sense, it was strictly self defense against the freak that was Sheldon.
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Posted: Sat Apr 16, 2011 12:39 am
Both the boys were started themselves from Ellie's sudden exclamation. Sheldon stopped flailing and Shawn simply blinked in surprise even though they both jumped a little in their seats. Sheldon's shock wore off just as quickly when pain took over and he yelped loudly to curl into a ball.
"OW, what the fuuuck," he curled inward with a whine, his hands curling around his attacked foot and pulled it closer to him. He rolled a little pathetically to his side and almost went off the couch. "The hell was that about?"
Shawn was speechless and simply looked between the two. The hell just happened? "Uh ...."
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Posted: Sat Apr 16, 2011 12:08 pm
Ellie stood up and coughed. She didn't look at either of the boys in the room. She didn't give either of them any sort of response for a moment. Why should she have to explain? If he hadn't freaked out like he had, he wouldn't have gotten his foot stomped on. In the tomboy's mind, there was no chance that she had been the one at fault. She hadn't overreacted at all.
"Eh, stop actin' like a p***y, Hobbes..." she grunted out quite plainly before making her way to the door. She bent down to gather all of her things (which would again prove to be tedious considering the broken backpack). With her things at hand, she proceeded to fuss with the door, and eventually got it open and stepped out. She was an independent woman. She didn't need to announce the fact she was leaving, or announce the fact she'd let herself out. Ellie just up and left as suddenly as she had shown up at Sheldon's apartment.
Go figure...
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