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 Posted: Sat Jan 16, 2010 7:55 pm
Fabric of the universe? Not so much... Pocket of the starry shredded mess he called his jacket? Yep! Producing one drink from each of the two pockets, Demy handed one off to Z and popped open the other to take a swig.
"Shame, woulda liked to hear the answer to that question..."
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Posted: Sat Jan 16, 2010 8:00 pm
"Is that like asking the president 'boxers or briefs?" he said with a touch of sarcasm, flushing at the interest in his undergarments.
"I very much doubt theirs that much fascination to be found in my underclothes."
He took a cautious sip and pulled back. "Good...god." he said staring at it. "... it tastes like they scraped it out of the vats of... I don't know...nerds or something... or...those candy necklaces Beth's used to have for us all the time."
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Posted: Sat Jan 16, 2010 8:20 pm
"Uh....dude why would I want to know what the president wears? That's weird Z, even coming from you."
Demy rolled his eyes slightly, taking another sip from the can.
"Lack of fascination hrm? I douuubt that...."
At the mention of what his drink of choice tasted like, the blonde burst into a rather large grin.
"I KNOW! Isn't it GREAT man?! They're so TASTY."
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Posted: Sat Jan 16, 2010 8:22 pm
"Dem they asked on the news... it... never mind." He said and then turned a deeper red at the apparent continued interest in his briefs. Seriously!? He was interested in his BOXERS?!?
"... I think if I finish this I'll never sleep again..." he said staring at it. Still, it was that or talk boxers.
"No wonder you can't sit still" He added after a 2nd swig.
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Posted: Sat Jan 16, 2010 8:39 pm
"...The news? Z-man you know I don't watch the news, why are you bringing it up---and hey! Not sleeping could be great! You could stay up and keep me company all night and then morning will come and we'll still be awake. Pretty awesome, right?"
By now he had gotten back to his feet, busily shuffling around the room. Sit still? ...Yeah, he couldn't do that any longer.
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Posted: Sat Jan 16, 2010 8:41 pm
Z folded forward like he were trying to rest his head on the ground. "god...." he said to no particular deity.
"Truth or Dare Dem..." he asked at last. Well... at least he had his next question even if he wasn't sure he wanted the answer.
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Posted: Sat Jan 16, 2010 8:50 pm
"Truth!"
Still pacing, Demy stopped by his desk for a moment to poke at a few of the things there.
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Posted: Sat Jan 16, 2010 8:51 pm
"...why -are- you interested in my boxers."
the question was simple...yet -so- loaded.
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Posted: Sat Jan 16, 2010 8:56 pm
"Well, why shouldn't I be?"
The answer was chirped happily. Clearly the one giving the response was rather unaware of anything he might be walking into.
Though, anyone familiar with Demy and his ramblings would probably realize that in about five seconds he'd spill nearly everything he was thinking of.
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Posted: Sat Jan 16, 2010 8:58 pm
"... consider it lost on me, It's -underwear-, I wear it, that's... not exciting." He said shaking his head and took another swig of soda. The resultant full body shiver had to have been hilarious.
"nnngh...god... how have you not died of cardiac arrest?!"
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Posted: Sat Jan 16, 2010 9:41 pm
"It's not -underwear-, it's boxers. Totaaaaaally different dude. And maybe I just wanna know? Maaaaaybe I'm curious if yours have little pandas! Mine have stars...well some of them. Others are tye-dye, pretty awesome huh? Maybe -you- have tye-dye. That'd be pretty random and interesting, then we'd have one more thing in common! See man, it's a totally legitimate question!"
Pacing still, back and forth...and back...and forth...and back and forth, all the while sipping at his drink.
"And man why would I have died of that? I'm healthy!"
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Posted: Sat Jan 16, 2010 9:45 pm
"Dude stop...pacing or do something else!" He said tapping his fingers agitated, and then tried to stop himself from tapping.
Dear god he was doomed.
"AND...boxers are underwear!" he added "...god you could just look in.. never mind.... Truth!" He added at the end, if Demy was paying enough attention to the game anymore.
There had to be something to keep him occupied... he was already feeling 'twitchy'...was it just in his head? Oh gods.
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Posted: Sat Jan 16, 2010 9:57 pm
"I WANT to pace, sorry man it could be worse! I could be tapping out Guitar Hero or making you dance with me or something, SHEESH."
It didn't take Demy very long to blurt out the question. Afterall, they -had- been discussing it.
"Wellll since I didn't actually ask it before...what kinda boxers do you have hrmmm?"
Oh and just -try- to opt out for dare this time Z. Demy was prepared.
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 7:24 am
A long pause with a narrow eyed stare.
"What -kind- of boxers." he repeated. What -WAS this fascination with the damn things!! Ok... fine, two could play this game.
"Cotton, with an elastic waist." He said and smirked into his soda. "Truth or Dare Dem."
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 7:31 am
"DAAAAAAMN!'
Yes, that WAS said out loud. Complete with dramatic hands to the sky gesture. He so had Z that time, damn his clever little mind!
"Woulda pictured you a silky kinda guy myself, but hey whatever. Dare."
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