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 Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 5:39 pm
It was Alphonse's turn to appear unamused by the man's comment, giving him a sideways glance.
"... I have tried getting used to it, but I don't like it. I only use it to shower, because I hate baths." Any place with still, deep water was unnerving to him. Crossing his arms over his chest this time, he continued pacing towards the pond while trying to keep his face from showing any sort of... major discomfort. In this case, fear. Because he was truly, really afraid of water.
"So yes, you'll have to make up for it - you're getting the fish. I'll cook them if you want me to, though. Teamwork's always better."
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 5:57 pm
Nodding as if in perfect agreement, Shao's tail flicked from side to side.
"I see." was all he said, however. Ooooh, but he was sensing the perfect time to get his revenge on the other for scaring him half to death in the kitchen earlier, huhuhuhu.
"Are we almost there, yet?" he asked, unable to see very far in front of them in the dark. A cloud had moved in front of the moon, making it that much harder.
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 10:39 pm
He had little difficulty seeing in the dark, thankfully. So, leading the other male to the pond was not a big enterprise - if anything, he'd feel rather proud of being the one with better nocturnal eyesight.
"Here. Over here." his hand reached out to grab the man's arm once more to tug him in direction of the pond. Ah, there is was: nice, cool, fresh... and wet. He cringed at the thought of water, and finally released his companion to cross his arms - at a safe distance, of course.
"Well, there you go. Knock yourself out."
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2007 1:29 am
Shao shook his head, concealing his mirth, and clambored into the pond. Wading in the clear water (clearer than he'd expected, really, considering that it was a pond), he stopped when he got about thigh-deep, planting his feet in the soft, muddy bottom, and waiting, looking around for the telltale flicks of movement beneath the surface that would indicate a fish was within striking distance.
Swiping quickly, the first attempt gained him nothing but a wet face, when the resulting splash hit him squarely. Blinking, he tried again. Some...few tries later (any arguments later that it had taken more than a few tries to get the hang of it would be adamantly refuted), FINALLY, he was triumphant.
"Catch." he said, lobbing the still-wriggling fish in Al's direction, before focusing on getting another.
Once he'd caught a few, he made his way towards the shore, until he got near the edge. The embankment sloped rather sharply, and in light of how wet he was...
"Give me a hand, will you?" he asked, expression nearly deadpan save for perhaps a twinge of irritation. The pond's layout, he'd noted when they arrived, was particularly conducive to his plot, hohoho.
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2007 5:21 pm
The meowth had little trouble catching the fish. Keeping it in his hands, however, proved to be a bit harder than he'd thought. The thing flopped down to the floor, bounced around a bit, then aimed for the pond. But Alphonse (much to his annoyance and embarrassment, he later noticed) managed to pounce on it to keep it from escaping, placing it down on the floor far from the pond.
However, he had to recognize Shao had a knack for this. Even being a feline, Alphonse usually had trouble catching those fish - partly due to his fear of water. And using a rod was a bit too embarrassing for someone who was supposed to be a natural at such a simple task.
"Eh?" The man's call got his attention. Was he asking him for help? Well, that was something unexpected, but he couldn't just refuse... he liked Shao so far. And he had done all of the fishing, so it seemed fair. Pacing to the pond, he hesitated a moment to approach the very edge but decided to do so in the end, just to have better reach. "... here, take my hand..." He mumbled, as he stretched out the aforementioned limb to help the man out of the water.
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2007 5:27 pm
Shao reached for the proffered hand, grabbing it with both of his own. Gripping it firmly, he tugged....hard. Nevermind that the other's projected fall was likely to drag him back down into the now-muddy pondwater, it would be worth it to get the meowth as wet as he was.
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2007 5:48 pm
"Hey!" He exclaimed, his eyes widening in both shock and horror as he felt a horrid tug towards the pond. At first he tried to pull back, but Shao was stronger than him. With a sound between a cry and a shriek, the meowth went flying into the water, taking the zangoose with him.
He didn't realize who hit the water first, he didn't even seem to care if Shao had been knocked over. As soon as he poked his head out of the water, he screamed out in horror and flailed his arms about as if he were drowning - so much for the cool, smooth image he'd built so far. And once he realized the pond wasn't deep enough to drown, he raced to the shore tripping, swimming, waddling and screaming.
"......................... you... you... you bloody idiot!" He screamed the moment he crawled out of the water, glancing over his shoulder at Shao with a rather psychotic look on his face. "Didn't I tell you I hate water already?! Argh!"
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2007 6:00 pm
Shao was shoved underwater beneath the meowth's flailing body. When he surfaced, however, he was just fast enough to spot the other's frantic flight from the pond. When Al glared his way, looking downright pitiful, what with his sopping wet pelt, Shao could no longer help himself...he howled with laughter.
Clutching at his stomach, he rolled around in the muddy water. "P...payback's a b***h, isn't it?" he managed to get out, wheezing. "Ohhhhh, but my stomach hurtssss" his laughter finally tapered off, punctuated by the occasional chortle. It was almost out of character, this full-fledged amusement--but it wasn't unpleasant, he observed to himself.
Finally getting to his feet, Shao shook his head, traces of his triumphant smirk still playing with the corners of his mouth.
"That." he said, "makes us even for your scaring me half to death in the kitchen." he finished, sketching a mock bow as he clambored up the embankment, shaking out his sodden fur.
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2007 6:07 pm
The man's laughter only made the meowth feel more and more like crawling under the nearest rock and dying there. His ego, normally good and strong, had crumbled like a sandcastle under a tidal wave... and Shao had been there to witness it all.
"... payback's a b***h. And you are one, too!" He snuffed, shaking his head in an attempt to rid his hair from that horrid water, but he only succeeded in making it glue to his face in that horrid mongrel-pup-caught-under-the-rain look. This made him seethe again, as he struggled to his feet.
Tears actually formed in his eyes, out of pure embarrassment.
"I only surprised you, I didn't scare you! I didn't make you get totally and completely wet before bed! I didn't drag you someplace with something that you were afraid of!" Like a spoiled brat, he kept screaming his reasons for believing what he had done was just a little joke, while Shao's actions had been pure, downright evil. "And now... now I'm all... wet! And I'm cold! And ugh, I don't even want your stupid fish anymore!"
That said, he turned around in a huff and crossed his arms, his face red like a ripe tomato.
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Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2007 7:37 am
Shao fought to control his laughter, lips twitching. He may have taken offense at the accusation of his being a b***h...except that the insult lacked a certain amount of venom when the person saying it was dripping wet.
Finally, when he felt semi composed, he opened his mouth to retort. "It's not as though your life was threatened--the water's only hip deep, and you'll dry off quickly...and anyway, if you can't take it, you shouldn't be dishing it out." this last was faintly rebuking--and completely ignoring his own pouty fit of irritation after the other had given him a scare in the kitchen.
Shaking his head, still amused, Shao scrambled out of the pond himself, wrinkling his nose when the action got his hands covered in mud from the bank. An unfortunate consequence, that..but hardly enough at the moment to put a major damper on his mood.
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Posted: Mon Jul 23, 2007 4:36 pm
"Whatever, I am not going to argue with you." the meowth retorted, sticking his nose up in the air. As big and mean and stuck up as he pretended to be, the truth was he was both irritated by that practical joke, and deeply embarrassed. He must've seemed like a sissy little girl back there, hadn't he? Screaming and flailing and darting out of the water as if it burned.
After a moment of silence (one would think a quick swim in a cool pond would've cooled off his head), he finally heaved a quick little sigh before shaking his head in an attempt to rid his hair from all that water. Oh, canines had it easy, they could just shake and splash water everywhere, but felines had a bit of a hard time with that. And ew, he'd fluff up... oh, dear, no. "... I'm going inside to dry myself up. You can keep your smelly fish."
Suddenly, fish were smelly? But he almost dragged his feet as he went, wrapping his arms around himself in an attempt to keep himself warm in the cool breeze of that summer night. Bloody hell, he thought, even though days were hot, nights could surely be chilly - especially when wet? And for a moment, he wondered if the zangoose would follow. Did he even care that he was all wet and... cold, and... all that nasty stuff? Though, on second thought... it wasn't as bad. He'd probably be laughing about the whole thing once his tantrum had passed...
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2007 1:21 am
Shao chuckled, eyeing the fish, a few of which still flopped weakly.
In remarkably good spirits, especially considering his usually-dour mood, Shao picked up those that he could carry comfortably and followed a short distance behind the still-apparently-fuming meowth. "If you're that delicate, I'll see what I can do to get these cooking while you dry yourself off--wouldn't want you to catch a cold or anything."
As always, it was perfectly okay in his mind to poke fun at the other, never mind that if the roles had been reversed, he'd be cranky for DAYS.
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2007 1:53 am
As if cued to do so, Alphonse sneezed. Damn the breeze to hell, it had been nice when he was dry, but it was ten times chillier now that he dripped! Still, he glaced over his shoulder at the zangoose who followed, giving him a glare.
... well, an almost glare. He couldn't stay mad for long, not when his main concern was drying himself up.
"It's cold, and that was quite uncalled for. How is getting me dripping wet the same as just... greeting you when you came downstairs?"
He sneezed again, pushing the door open with no effort and almost too hard. Luckily, he managed to catch it before it slammed against anything.
"But it doesn't matter... I'm going upstairs to my room to get myself dry. You can bring up those if you want, I don't want to eat downstairs." But he didn't move yet, he simply stood in the hallway while rubbing his arms. Well... at least Shao seemed amused at his misery, the sadist...
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2007 2:35 am
Shao snorted. "Don't be a pansy. I was in that water for far longer than you, and you don't hear me complaining." he retorted, rolling his eyes.
"And...what?! Even if I were willing to play servant and deliver it when I was done, I don't even know where your room -is-!" Shao was practically sputtering, his smug, even gleeful demeanor spoiled. He barely remembered to keep his voice down so as not to wake up the rest of the house.
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2007 11:09 am
Alphonse had taken a few more steps towards the stairs when he heard Shao complain rather loudly. He froze in his spot, shifting his ears in search for any signs that someone else might be up; he didn't really think they'd get in trouble for roaming around the house this late at night, but those fish... well, that was something entirely different! However, he knew for a fact his trainer had never cared much for the fish in the pond. Maybe he wouldn't mind, when he found out.
And now he was wet, and cold, and had to handle a once-again-annoyed Shao. Maybe he should have stayed in his room all night. He slowly looked over his shoulder at the other male, then twitched his lips in thought.
"... alright. Come on."
Deciding to ignore the fact he was still cold (but thankfully, his pelt was slowly drying up on its own), he walked past Shao back towards the kitchen and took a look around. He didn't even know how they were cooking those fish, to be honest... fried, maybe? A casserole? He had never been a good cook, however, so they'd have to trust the stove to do a good job with those things and make it tasty.
"They'll not be very good fish, but give them here. At least they'll be cooked..." He mumbled, as he pulled out a frying pan from one of the cabinets. So many things... and he had no idea what half of them were for!
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