She had been floating for pretty much the entire week. A date. A datedatedateDATEDATE. The mere thought threw Sarise into a near-fit of giggles while she grinned stupidly and perhaps bumped into stray trolls and buildings. Technically she couldn’t even remember if he had ever said it was a date, but it was just the two of them and she considered it a date, so yeah. Her excitement deflated suddenly as she realized how awkward that sounded. She tried to not let the embarrassment show on her face as she nodded her head politely while she sat across from him.
Sarise quietly sipped at her drink before he decided to mention about their quick friendship. Her jaw dropped. Liquid beautifully dripped from her mouth. She stammered while cleaning up her mess, trying to formulate an answer all the while. “Oh. Yes! Funny thing about that. Haha. I mean. Well. It’s not funny. I just—“ She stopped suddenly so she could gather her thoughts. She sighed loudly. “I mean, you have a trustworthy face! Like, there’s something about you that make you look really approachable and friendly.”
Score: 1
Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2013 1:22 pm
Points: 1
A) Be Honest
So the first meeting hadn't quite gone as Lovrin had expected. However, she was hoping and praying that this meeting would go better. She was doing lots of hoping and praying recently, she noticed. What was she even praying to, anyway? What troll gods were there even that would sponsor her decidedly redrom wishes? Surely, there had to be a god of redrom somewhere. They couldn't just be all about the war and the killing. Right? Right.
Today, as Lovrin sat across from that beautiful troll boy, the question arose as to why exactly she approached him that one day in the library. The question caught her off guard. Curses, she should have been expecting this! What should she say? First, nothing but totally bogus answers came to mind. "Because you're beautiful." "Because I want you to be my matesprit." "Because you're my type." Okay, those were all true, but she doubted she could get away with saying them..She decided to cut to the heart of the matter in a more neutral way.
"I always had red feelings for you," she said. "It was so strange... when I saw you, I just felt red all over. I'm only telling the truth."
If you chose A.), and have less than 3 relationship points:
He blushes a bright green when you explain your feelings for him. He puts down his knife and scratches the back of his head, staring down at his food. He tells you he just doesn't quite feel the same way, and apologizes if he's lead you on. Your heart kinda sinks, and you try to reassure him he hasn't, but you're already both upset, and the rest of the meal is extremely uncomfortable. -2 Relationship Points
If you chose A.), and have 3 or more relationship points:
He's clearly embarrassed when you tell him about your romantic interest in him, but he doesn't seem put-off. In fact, he's smiling, a very sheepish smile. He thanks you for your honesty and trust, and tells you that while he feels a bit flushed for you, too, he doesn't want to make any hasty decisions, and needs time to think about things. You oblige him that, and you two resume conversation as normal, though with a sort of supressed happiness emanating from the both of you. +2 Relationship Points, and next round, if your choice would cost you points, your score remains the same instead
If you chose B.):
He nervously laughs and thanks you. He says he gets that from a lot of trolls, that he's really easy to trust and there's just something about him that makes them feel comfortable, but says he doesn't really understand it himself. You wonder how someone could possibly be so oblivious. +1 Relationship Point
If you chose C.):
He seems pretty taken aback at your insistence that it was totally nothing out of the blue and was all just one big accident. He doesn't say much about that, and conversation seems normal for the rest of the night, but he looks somewhat annoyed, and you're pretty sure he doesn't believe you. -1 Relationship Point
If you chose D.):
He seems to not only buy your half-truth, but seems really happy with it as well. He says whatever it was that drew you to him, he's glad it exists. Says it's pretty crazy that friendships like yours can form on the weirdest chance encounters. You agree and laugh maybe a little too awkwardly, but he doesn't seem to notice as he happily goes back to eating. +1 Relationship Point
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seekingCylem
+2 bonus points!
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He's coming over. To your hive. Your hive. Him. Your need to rebuild some furniture came up in conversation, and he insisted on helping, and now oh my God he's here. He's here and he's useful! The guy's actually pretty handy with power tools, and between the two of you, you get a relatively usable couch banged out in what seems like no time. Sitting a bit close together for just friends, the two of you rest on the fruit of your labor until almost dawn. He nearly panics when he realizes what time it is, jumping to his feet and rushing to your door. You want to say something to send him off with, but you don't exactly have time to think of anything eloquent or lengthy--spit it out!
A.) Thank him for the help and company! Emphasis on the company. Also on the help, cause dang, it would've taken you ages by yourself. But yeah seriously show some appreciation, he's very much earned it.
B.) Tell him he's welcome back any time, that you'd love to hang out again! If you had to think of a practical reason for it, you'd say subtly displaying trust and a bit of intimacy shows your interest, but...
C.) Be a bit more forward, and suggest that you could visit his hive next time! It's less discreet, but no one ever got anywhere in life by beating around the bush!
D.) Muster up every bit of courage you have, take a deep breath and tell him he can spend the night if he wants! You have a spare recuperacoon, and there's even plenty of room in yours if you can work up the bravery to mention that.
Final results will be posted on January 23rd!
Posted: Wed Jan 16, 2013 2:33 pm
D). Sleep over, I promise I'm not crazy! [2pts]
It was very hard not to swoon the whole time he was over. Really. Arosia was sure she deserved some kind of will power medal for her efforts. She had decided to try and just be friends, but this last encounter really did her in. There was no way she could just go on ignoring her very strong feelings for him.
But then he had to go! She tried not to look too disappointed, but it was pretty obvious she was bummed. They were having such a good time! Stupid sun, ruining everything all of the time.
Just as he was about ready to go, she remembered something. "Oh! Wait! You can just sleep over here! I have a spare 'coon!" She waved her hands a little, perhaps too excitedly. "Or well there's extra room in mine we could share..." Thankfully she managed to spit that last part out quieter than usual... Though maybe he might hear it, who knew.
But maybe he'd spend the night and she could work up the courage to finally admit it! And maybe, just maybe, they'd grown close enough that even if he didn't feel the same way, he'd at least stick around to be friends. Though some part of her head was telling her that he had to feel the same way 'cause why else would he hang out with her so much?
Leophant dad was a big lusus, and sometimes didn't realize that lying on things might break them. Such as what happened to Knitty's new couch. It came up in conversation one fine evening in the company of the greenblood, and suddenly, before Knitty knew it, The greenblood was in his mansion. Fixing his couch. And then his TV. And then that part of his hive that had always sagged. And then then old bar that Knitty was refurbishing for his own home entertainment use.
So many things needed fixing apparently. The greenblood was stronger than he was, so Knitty busied himself with some delicious drinks to refresh him. Incidentally, he was testing them out. He had been reading up on it, and wasn't passing up a single chance to practice drinkcraft. Sourfruit ale, Firepepper salsa and alcohol... Odd combos. But the greenblood was a good sport and tried them all the same.
Knowing that The greenblood had flushed feelings for him... made Knitty feel very good. It bouyed him up when everything felt down, it brought him some peace in his recouparoon dreams.
The drinks loosened the Greenblood's lips, and made him tired, and soon the early light of day began to peek through Knitty's windows.
It was far too late to let him go on his own! He wouldn't make it home before sunup! Knitty couldn't let his friend (or possibly more) do that.
"I have a spare recouparoon..." it was his old hatchling one. It had been ruined and broken, and being of means, Knitty had just bought himself a new one instead of fixing it. It had been one of the broken things they had fixed up today. "Or... ah... I mean, I don't know if it works yet, and if you don't want to trust it... theres always..." Knitty looked away in a rare feat of bashfulness, "Mine..."
Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2013 4:43 am
A] ==> YEP!! FRIENDLY FRIENDLY FRIENDS OF FRIENDSHIP AND RAINBOWS! [-2 Points]
Parvat gives a pained laugh, his teeth grating together subconsciously. YES! What a great friendship they had. A friendly friendship forged of pure friendsomeness. He didn't even seem to notice how awkward Parvat was..........awesome. Totally....awesome.
After the green-blood's visit Parvat saw him to the door as he hurried to wrestle his shoes on.....it was such a cute sight. When he reached for the door (Nearly falling into it as he was still wrestling with one shoe) Parvat quickly spoke up again, flushing as his mouth blustered out the first thing it could think up without sounding horribly creepy.
"That's for your help!" he said stiffly. "I really appreciated your being here and.....and the company was really cool too...I mean, it woulda taken forever to do it alone but I mean just your company made it seem like it went super fast...and like, not just because the extra hands made it go faster but y'know....you...being there....just...nice." Great....he was babbling. Why couldn't he just remain cool? He was still off his game by how disinterested the green-blood was.....damn everything.
In the end, Eresit was more uncomfortable with making him uncomfortable than being rejected herself. She'd anticipated that from the get-go if her previous behavior had been any indication. At least her final descent was relatively graceful. Eresit came away from the meal feeling strangely empowered, if not a bit somber. The idea of herself as one of those heroines from the romance novels she'd been pretending to read at the library wafted through Eresit's mind and she brightened a bit. The second-act conflict was always the darkest, but that meant resolution was on the horizon.
Whatever that meant. At this point, Eresit would've been happy to simply part on good terms. She couldn't help but feel guilty though. This poor kid had stumbled into a "relationship" with her, amorphous as it was, under... what was it? False pretenses? The guy wanted a friend and she had to go and be super awkward.
Eresit choked a sigh. It wasn't like she should have trampled her own feelings and lied to him. At the end of the night, she was definitely happy she got her dumb feelings out on the table. With any luck they would both be able to move on now. Fresh start! Maybe she could be the kind of friend this kid wanted from the get-go now that they were being honest.
Eresit still pitied him. That hadn't stopped happening in the last twenty minutes. It might not ever stop happening, she realized. The least Eresit could do was be productive about it--for both of their sakes.
The boy seemed to have noticed Eresit's conflicted expression and mistaken it to be concealed distress over her rejection. What had they been robotically small-talking over again? Furniture? The boy offered to help Eresit fix the couch she'd been off-handedly complaining about to fill the silence. He seemed to want to somehow atone for his rebuff. Eresit sat up straighter and fully rejoined the conversation. He... really wanted to do something nice for her? After all that?
What a...
What a good friend.
A few nights later, the boy arrived at Eresit's hivestem. There wasn't much fanfare involved. (Eresit had cleaned the dust from her block with the ferocity of a culling drone the morning prior.) She guided him to the couch in question taking up space in her living block.
The greenblood seemed happy enough with the situation, as far as Ereist could tell. It wasn't like the couch was a disaster or that she was being incredibly weird. She did make snacks, though! Friends made friends snacks, right? Eresit felt her old anxiety returning but stuffed it down in favor of picking on her couch with the wobbly leg. It wouldn't be too hard to have her friend fix the problem, have a nice chat, and move on with their evenings, right?
GOD DAMN TROLL IKEA.
Well, it looked like Eresit had managed to assemble her couch what may as well have been backwards according to what the boy had to do to it to get it to stop shaking like that. However, the green fellow was surprisingly skilled with an Allen wrench and an electric hand saw (*swoon*) and managed to atone for Eresit's egregious home improvement sins with relative quickness. Eresit helped hold up the couch and shuffle tools around. When all was said and done, the couch looked and felt pretty good! What's more, having the task to focus on seemed to keep both of the trolls busy enough to minimize any potential conversatoinal weirdness.
Of course the night was drawing to a close, so if Eresit was going to say anything stupid and jack s**t up, she was going to have to hurry. The boy realized with a jolt what time it was and scampered to the door, lest he become a bubbling melty spot on the concrete outside. Eresit herself started, thrown off by the sudden celerity of the situation.
"Ah--um..!"
She only seemed to sort of have his attention. Better make it quick. Whatever "it" was going to be.
"Thank you so much!" Eresit nearly shouted in an attempted to both say her piece and get the boy to look at her when she was talking, "Seriously! I never would've been able to fix that if it weren't for you. Um. Obviously. Since I put it that way in the first place... um... But yeah!! For reals. I know it's late now, but you should definitely come back some other time and I'll thank you properly, you know? It ain't fair to drag you over here and make you fix my crap with no compensation, friendship or no! I can make better snacks than just cheese on crackers!"
Eresit grinned brightly and laughed at the greenblood as she pretended to shoo him out the door.
"Well, what're you waiting for? I know you did a bang-up job on my couch, but I don't think it's sleeping material. Get out of here and we can chill later, yeah?"
Yeah. Pity was definitely still happening.
♥
CURRENT SCORE: +1
Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2013 11:03 pm
A)
It was Dragondad who woke Sarise up from her recuperacoon. She groaned as she tried to squirm her head away from his scale-y muzzle, but then he roared and flipped her entire coon. The troll squeaked as she weakly pushed the recuperacoon off of her. “Dragondad!” she whined, wiping away the slime off of her face. “What was that for?” He angrily blew smoke out of his nostrils as they flared. Deep golden eyes stared her down before he smacked his tail against the furniture around the room until they were toppled over and scattered about.
“Hey!” she roared, revealing a surprising burst of anger as she kicked her lusus in the scale-y hide. “Pick that up! Hey! Don’t just turn away from me!” screeched Sarise as she glared at the dragon’s retreating figure. She huffed and began to reset her furniture, but as she stared at the various sticky notes plastered all of her wall, she dropped the crumpled papers in her arms so they fluttered to the floor.
He was coming today. That’s right. A startled cry escaped Sarise’s lips as she frantically picked up her fallen papers and set them in a somewhat neat pile in one corner of her hive. “Ohnoohnoohnoohnoooooo!”
It really shouldn’t have mattered how messy her hive was, considering she had called him over to sort of help her with that. No matter that her furniture was trashed. Well, maybe she should at least clean up the slime and layers of dust pooling around…She continued to hastily wipe away the dust motes until he was hereohgodhewashere.
But instead of her hive blowing up (or something like that) everything was actually okay. Sarise admired the other troll as he skillfully used one power tool after another. He really knew his stuff! “I wish I was as skilled as you,” she murmured as she dutifully carried away the debris and scrap pieces. When she returned she found him on a rather decent couch. Grinning, she plopped down beside him and leaned against the backrest. “You’re really handy, you know that?”
Sarise nearly fell off the couch when he jumped up. When she looked out the window she realized the time. “Oh gosh, I’m so sorry! I didn’t realize the time!” She scrambled to her feet as she reached for the door to open it for him. “Ummm.” She nearly became tongue-tied as she attempted to formulate words, much less sentences. “Thank you. For uh. I mean. Um. Thank you for all of your help! I really couldn’t have done it without you. You’re absolutely amazing.”
Well, that certainly didn't go well. Lovrin was not having very much luck with this guy. But he still agreed to come to her hive and help her put together some furniture, so she had to have done something right! Right? Maybe. Maybe she could at least get a helpful friend out of the deal if she couldn't get a matesprit. There had to be a bright side to this situation! There just had to be!
She watched the boy work as the day went on. He handled the tools and pieces with such finesse! She had to make dead sure not to completely blow this. If she wanted to at least stay in touch with him, she had to stick to being friendly but not too forward. Honesty may have gotten her turned down before, but surely it wouldn't hurt to try it again? In this case, she really and truly appreciated his help, and she wanted him to know that. She approached him slowly and thanked him most graciously, being careful not to overdo the thanks and sound desperate. Maybe she could have another chance with him someday.
Posted: Thu Jan 24, 2013 2:33 pm
If you chose A.):
He pauses, grins, and says it was his pleasure to help you out, and if you ever need anything else, he's more than willing to lend a hand. And then he's gone. Well, he's outside at least, kind of sprinting towards his hive before dawn breaks and rainbow drinkers kill him. But that's mostly gone. It was a fun night, but your relationship didn't really go anywhere new. At least you took the polite route! +0 Relationship Points
If you chose B.):
He stops, and turns towards you, smiling broadly. You try to memorize the rather amazing image. He says he'd love it too, and that he really enjoyed being able to spend time with you like this. Says he'd like to be able to come over again--next week maybe? Your body manages to say yes while your brain freaks the hell out. Did you just make a date with him? You're pretty sure that's what just happened. You close the door behind him and flop down on your new couch, burying your face into one of your throw-pillows. +1 Relationship Point
If you chose C.):
He doesn't turn back to face you, but starts stumbling over his words, and dances around the question entirely. It's pretty clear that he's sort of uncomfortable and just doesn't want to admit it, and you don't even have time to try and take it back before he's out your door. That's...sad, actually, you didn't mean to upset him. -1 Relationship Point
If you chose D.), and have less than 6 relationship points:
He freezes on the spot, and you can instantly tell that was actually a pretty bad thing to suggest. You're really not sure what made you think it was a good idea--you know you're not close enough for that yet. He stutters out a negative, and quickly leaves. Stupid. Stupid stupid. You're not sure how you're supposed to face him again now, your next meeting is 100% guaranteed to be seven hells of awkward. -2 Relationship Points
If you chose D.), and have 6 or more relationship points:
He stops cold, and you see him shiver slightly. Your blood runs colder than it already might. You have no idea what he's thinking, and considering he's not talking or moving, he's making it hard to guess. What feels like sweeps pass (it was more like 10 seconds) and he slowly turns around, embarrassment etched into his every feature. He tells you, with liberal use of the word um, that he'd really like that, if you're sure you have the room. Says his lusus will be fine without him for the day, especially in these circumstances. He's still using um a lot. It's really cute. He grins sheepishly at you, and you beam back. +2 Relationship Points
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seekingCylem
+2 bonus points!
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Posted: Thu Jan 24, 2013 2:41 pm
-2 points...... Do I get bonus points for heckling him at every post and him hating me the most? 8I Lawls!! xD
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