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 Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 5:03 pm
"Porn's videos of people having sex." Iamel had found THOSE on his Shiniees computer. He was a well learned little brat! He laughed and hopped back, ducking from the yank of the other towards his ice cream.
The woodpecker paused a little, hand moving to give Diacyns nekkid head a fond little rub. It was like shining a piece of wood or a shoe or something! "I dunno. You can get revenge without ice cream somehow?" He questioned, peeking down to peer at the other, face-to-face, nose-to-nose, eyebrows arched.
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 5:12 pm
"Oh." Well, okay then. "Why would people say 'what do I do to you now' when they're reproducing by combining gametes?"
The poor boy's ignorance was almost painful to watch. At least his "mother" had taught him the science bit well.
"Well we aren't doing any of that. It wouldn't work anyway 'coz we're guys." He giggled as Iamel shined his head- by this time, the top of his scalp had to be as shiny as a well-polished bowling ball. "But let's do revenge. Um.... uh... I know! THIS!"
He caught Iamel on the nose with a swipe of his own tounge. There! Give him a taste of his own medicine!
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 5:20 pm
"By combining gam--holy s**t, Diacy--mmph?!" His eyes widened comically as he was going on, talking like nothing else when happening when the others tongue swung out of no where. Unfortunetly, when Iamel talked, his head had a habit of tilting back and forth, up and down.. in herited from his dorky father.
Either way, he got a mouthful of Diacyn-licking-tongue for a moment, leaving the woodpecker sputtering and stumbling back for a brief moment. One boot caught, and he went down, hard on the floor with a squeak.
What to say?! What to say?! His body was mildly tingly and stomach knotted like it had when he was in the playground with Xaxis but.. this was Diacyn. Diacyn was NOT Xaxis. And whether or not that was a good thing, he didn't care.
"...uhm." He coughed, trying to get his mind in order, "You use your p***s...thing when you... aw, ********>
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Posted: Wed Oct 18, 2006 7:52 am
Diacyn's reaction was equally startled, but for different reasons. "Ah! Eew!" He scraped at his tounge with his hand, making startled noises of indignation. "That's gross! I hope you brushed your teeth!"
This was the boy who carried a rat in his pocket and routinely examined roadkill for edibility. Some things are just hard to explain.
At least he hadn't fallen down. "Here," he said, extending a hand to the fallen Iamel. "What's the big deal? I know that." It was true, he had a basic knowlege of the mechanics. Insert Tab A into Slot B, genetic recombination, mitosis, meiosis, etcetera. It was the rest of the... implications that had him confused. "But what about talking and crap?" He just didn't know when to let things go.
And besides, he was a little confused as well. The tounge incident had left him feeling like his brain was turned inside out and someone had shoved a firecracker into his stomach. But in a good way.
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Posted: Wed Oct 18, 2006 4:05 pm
"Well at least you know THAT much. So let me guess, Taylors influence?" He griped back, reaching up to grab the more muscular birds hand. He couldn't b***h, though... His knowledge was Patricks influence.
THAT had been an akward conversation.
"Okay. Talking and crap. Uh..." Iamel tapered off a little, nose wrinkling. "From what I know, sex isn't just.. sitting there and doing whatever. You talk. And. Uhh. Stuff." His face was slowly turning red, hand tugging its way from his friends. "Not just.. respective body parts meet, excrete the proper cells and yoou go on and don't.. I mean.. WHY are we talking about this again?!"
His face was a bright red at this point. Pictures were becoming to come to mind.. pictures he wasn't sure he'd want to form. "C'mon. Let's get you something...uhm. Shiny." Iamel gave a firm nod, rubbing at his cheeks in a vague attempt to clear the flush from them. "Or colorful or something or - let's just go."
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Posted: Thu Oct 19, 2006 6:32 pm
"Yeah. She told me about all the stuff. Like... uh... genetics. And a lot of words I can't say. Like haployd and dipplod?" Haploid and diploid, to be precice, but his brain wasn't going to waste valuble space worrying about that. "But... eh...."
Oblivious as he was, he had the vague feeling this wasn't a place Iamel wanted to go. He was turning red, just like his own Shinee had! And that was bad.
"You don't have to worry," he assured Iamel. "I'm not going to try or anything, I don't want to worry about genetics. It's too confusing... Hey, your cheeks match your hair perfectly!"
He had the vague feeling that his own cheeks were a little bit red too, but he wasn't entirely sure why. "Ok. Yeah. Shinee things? Yeah!" He set off, walking just a little bit too fast towards the first clothing store that came to mind. His thoughts were already on the promise of shiny things, jangly things... what to get? He didn't know anything about colors or style... he left that to other people.
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Posted: Thu Oct 19, 2006 6:41 pm
"Yeah, those are the words..." Iamel was still flustered, head ducking just slightly. "You're not going to... Diacyn. You don't want to have sex with me. It's okay. I won't hold it against you. Let's just - Yes. Yes it does. Happy change of subject."
The woodpecker jogged after him with a little noise, shaking his head almost roughly. Geeeet it out of his head. Out out out of his head! One tug at his earring, just gently, and he grabbed Diacyn around the shoulders, steering him into the clothing store.
"C'mon, Diacyn... Let's find you something shiny and distracting for ya...."
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Posted: Thu Oct 19, 2006 7:13 pm
"Wh- of course not!" Still puzzled, Diacyn scratched the back of his head. "I mean, we wouldn't- eh, sorry?" What the heck was going on now? Too many emotions and confusing things. At least Iamel's face was a little less red. Maybe. Hard to tell.
"Ok. Change of subject... sure. Shinies are distracting." Laughing a little, he let Iamel steer him into the store. "What kinda shinies? I could get dangly earrings like yours..."
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Posted: Thu Oct 19, 2006 7:24 pm
"We wouldn't what?" He delayed the question until they were inside the clothing store, throwing a glance to the owl as he pulled the other towards the jewelry department. "We wouldn't ********? Ch'yeah, I know we wouldn't. All parties must be interested and well..." The woodpecker laughed a little, head shaking.
"I could see you in danglies...or maybe bells? Something ...a hat? A hat with danglies!"
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Posted: Thu Oct 19, 2006 7:31 pm
"Um. Yeah. Parties?" Diacyn's easily confused brain was more then a little worse for wear at this point. "No. We wouldn't. Not now- uh. Nevermind."
And now for jewlery. Diacyn ran his fingers along a rack of brilliant earrings, setting them jingling like little bells. "I could do danglies. But not noisy ones, remember?" Smiling, he held up a pair of silver rings to his ears. "Hats?"
Hats were fun. Taylor had one, but hers was boring... but a shiny hat would be awesome. "Yeah! Let's do that! And we can put danglies on it!"
Earrings were forgotten. The hoops had barely hit the ground when Diacyn was off across the store again.
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Posted: Fri Oct 20, 2006 9:11 pm
"Parties is another word for a group of people, or a person. Like you. You are a party. I am a party." Iamel grinned at the poor confused owl, hand moving to rub at his skull once more. Adorableness!
The woodpecker reached out with a little laugh, tingling at that little silver rings. "Those are dangly, but not shiniee enough. People won't look enough." He nodded firmly only to run after the other, laughing. Arms were thrown around his shoulder, cheek pressed against his head as he studied the hat rack.
"What kinda hat? I like purple. Let's getyou a purple one."
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Posted: Sat Oct 21, 2006 6:31 pm
"I'm a party! WOOHOO!!!" Diacyn threw up his hands as Iamel's rubbed his scalp. "That doesn't make sense, but okay." He laughed again as Iamel began using him for an armrest. And a headrest. He was beginning to think shortness had some advantages.
"So how do we get shinee enough? Shinee like this?" Arms reached out, grabbing what had to be the most vivid hat on the rack. Purple and yellow stripes, with a bit of black thrown in in the most eye-watering way possible. "Whad'ya think?"
Arms reached up to pull the hat over his scalp, and he turned and grinned crazily at Iamel. "Eh?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 25, 2006 6:56 am
Shortness allowed the previous pint-sized woodpecker to cling without fear. He rather enjoyed it as well. As Iamel had said... he liked the short ones. His Shiniee was short. The children he tok care of were shorter then he was.
Iamel allowed the other to talk and laugh and grab at the garish looking hat, his cheek ducking out of the way to let the other tug it one. His eyebrow rose critically, fingers moving to help the hat fit over that n ow-shiney scalp and, despite the ugly hat, he grinned.
"...if you wear that, you TOTALLY need earrings," He agreed, laughing and 'ruffling' at the cloth-coated scalp. "It would be so cool. Seriously. Those diamond-hoopy-things. What do you think?"
People were looking oddly at them again. Two teenage boys? TJ Maxx? How odd. This time, though, Iamel didn't notice the stares. His attention was on Diacyn.
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Posted: Wed Oct 25, 2006 1:35 pm
Maybe the hat was ugly as sin, but Diacyn was thrilled. He'd never had a lick of fashion sense, but he knew shiny and bright when he saw it, and this fit the bill.
"Ha. Now you can't shine my head!" he snickered, adjusting the hat with his fingers. "Where's a mirror? What do I look like?" Not that he cared, really.
"Yeah. I should get some earrings... the hoopy ones. And some blue ones, like yours." He poked one of Iamel's dangly earrings, causing it to sway back and forth a little.
It was an odd scenario, but Diacyn didn't really mind either. He wasn't even bothering to come up with insults and death threats for the onlookers.
"Are we gonna have to get you a hat too?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 25, 2006 1:39 pm
"You look like a baldie with a weird, shiney hat." Iamel assured him, laughing and letting the other poke. He grinned a little wider, head tilting towards his friend to allow for the swaying.
"Naaaah... I have too much hair for a hat. People would look at me funny. I could get more earrings but... I don't think that'll work. Not enough ear-space." Then the bird pause, peeking down at his chest.
...his SHINIEE had them... why couldn't he?
Another grin, "Wanna go to a piercing parlor, Diacyn?"
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