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 Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 11:03 am
Jamal smirked and picked at the material of his jeans.
"Ya know, I ruin mo' clothes in a few months on dis ********' island then I ruined in ma entire life elsewhere," he quipped, getting off the bed again and kicking off the offending pants, leaving him in his boxers. "I prolly still gonna smell like lake though, so maybe I oughta take a shower o' sumthin."
He didn't have any clean clothes though, but with as many times as he's been over, he's probably left clothing behind at some point.
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 11:10 am
"That works too," she managed a small smile, "I think it's because you're in the jungle so much." Her clothing hadn't, save for those worn in the survivor lockout, been ruined like Jamal's it seemed. Granted they were a bit more worn than usual, but other than that she deemed them just fine. Then again she was also a mechanic, or had been at least. "Everything you need is in the bathroom..." Antony trailed off, not even bothering to ask if she could join him, figuring the answer would be a resounding hell no of sorts. All she wanted was non-sexual, physical comfort, mostly because Billy's suckers had left her horribly sore and she was just drained both physically and emotionally.
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 11:19 am
"Dat's prolly true. I ain't exactly da most graceful person when I'm playin' Tarzan."
He seemed to be more or less back to his old, sarcastic self with that statement, having successfully shoved away whatever qualms he had left with the whole argument, and headed into the bathroom. Jamal didn't bother to shut the door, which was normal for him too. It could have been taken for an unspoken invitation in (he probably wouldn't have denied her a shower if she had asked) or just him not worrying about privacy. Hell, there wasn't anything she hadn't seen of him already.
Soon enough the spray of water hitting the tub echoed from the bathroom and he disappeared behind the shower curtain, taking the boxers with him to wash in case he wasn't able to find another pair in her room. The warm water was felt good on his aching muscles.
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 11:26 am
Unfortunately, despite the fact that he seemed back to his usual self, Antony wasn't about to play pathetic needy girl who wanted validation that she wasn't the monster she thought she was and follow after him. Nevermind that she did want some sort of validation from Jamal because his opinion mattered much more than Billy's ever would to her.
Instead, she simply snuffed out her smoke and lit another one, staying in virtually the same position throughout his shower, simply staring at the wall across from her in what looked like thought. After a while, she let her chin rest on her knees as her tails attempted their best to wrap over her despite them not being quite long enough to play blanket yet.
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 11:35 am
At some point, Jamal put his boxers over the shower rod after giving them a good wringing out, deciding they were as clean as they were going to be. It sort of reminded him of the lockout, when they had to wash their clothes in the ocean or the river. Ick. Hopefully they'd dry out decently if he couldn't find anything.
He spent a fair amount of time in the shower, mostly because it was soothing and not because he was that dirty, and didn't think much of the fact that Antony didn't come in like he half-expected her to. He scrubbed himself thoroughly before he finally shut the water off and hauled himself out. Jamal secured a towel about his waist before leaving the steamy bathroom, then began a search for something to wear.
"Have I left anythin' 'round here dat I kin put on?" he inquired as he went to check near the other side of the bed in case something might have been flung over there at some point.
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 11:44 am
She lifted her head from her knees at his question, a quizzical expression coming over her features before she responded, "I don't think you've ever left pantsless before." Shirtless yes, pantsless, not that she could remember.
"I don't think you could fit into anything of mine," she said thoughtfully as she took a pull from her newest cigarette, attempting not to laugh at the mental images of Jamal cross dressing that, well, crossed her mind. "My robe's hanging on the inside of the door?" The squirrel woman offered with a muffled giggle of sorts. Jamal would be one big, scary crossdresser.
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 11:53 am
"Sometimes I wonder...seems like my clothes keep disappearin'....n' I know women like ta wear guys clothes sometimes." He said nonchalantly until she said her next little comment. Jamal then assumed a expression of mock-terror.
"I think I'd ratha go naked then put on a thong," he said with a shudder as he gave her a hawkish, 'don't get any ideas' look. "I like 'em ev'rywhere else but on a dude. Ugh..." He squirmed as he disappeared back into the bathroom and put on the robe, which was sort of small for him but whatever. It worked until his boxers dried.
He again took up position on the bed in the same spot he had been before she'd complained of him smelling.
"There? Better? I smell good now."
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 12:03 pm
"Good, 'cause I don't want you stretching out anything of mine," she chuckled, watching him head to get her robe with wide eyes. Antony personally didn't own any terry cloth, lay around robes, having only brought her rather short on her black, silk robe.
Jamal strutting out of the bathroom in it nearly caused an anurism in her brain.
It covered, well not much at all, and Antony couldn't help but eye his little friend peeking out in shock as he walked. Him sitting down didn't make things any better, and she simply stared at it for a while blinking. Why did penises seem to love playing the game 'Peek-a-boo'? Not just around her, but in general. And this one seemed to be taunting her in an "Y HELO THAR! *Lengthy pause.* I SEE YOU~ 8D" fashion.
Antony couldn't help but dissolve into uncontrolable laughter, entirely missing his question as she tried not to set anything on fire while rolling with her giggles.
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 12:10 pm
Jamal scowled at her...he didn't realize how short it was until he looked down. Wow, he might as well be naked.
"Oh shut up," he said with a growl, though he was trying to not sound like he really was mad, just amused. "If you didn't wear such small s**t, I wouldn't have dis problem."
He seemed like he was going to be defiant about it. He didn't care if his wee Jamal was out for a breath of fresh air.
"I might have ta get me onna these robes," he even dared to comment, wiggling an eyebrow at her as she rolled around on the bed. Jamal wasn't serious, but he rather see her laughing than emoing.
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 12:24 pm
"Psh, it's not -my- fault I'm not six foot whatever and all big and muscle-y," she pointed out as she attempted to stop laughing at him, "Besides, I'm not that small for a girl." They both knew she wasn't skinny, but she was quite smaller than him, that's for sure.
She groaned when he layed back on the bed and uttered such a comment, "Well it's from Victoria Secret, and I'm sure all the crossdressers will be oh so jealous of you." Her own eyebrows raised in a sort of challenge, "I'm sure you could get one if you asked~."
That she had to see.
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 12:30 pm
"6ft 3in," he supplied for her as though it were very important information and she ought to know it. He grinned impishly, not looking the least bit ashamed of his currently half-clothed situation. It was kind of funny.
"I kin't help I'm ********' beautiful. Let'em be jealous," he said with as serious of a voice as he could muster. "I'll put it on ma next item request."
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 12:37 pm
"Oh, six foot three, so sorry!" She exclaimed, putting a hand to her chest dramatically before simply flopping back down against the pillows with a sigh at his next comment. "I'm glad you're still beautiful," the squirrel woman murmured, tone less warm and cheery as her previous comment.
When she noticed her slip up of sorts, she forced a chuckle, continuing to stare up at the ceiling, "I'll have to see it to believe it."
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 12:46 pm
"I'll bring it to ya when I get it," he answered, frowning as the meaning of her previous sentence sunk in.
Jamal lost his jovial expression with her thinly veiled comment, lidding his eyes halfway as he got up and disappeared into the bathroom, wanting to get out of the silly bathrobe now that the goofy mood had passed. His boxers were mostly dry, so he put them on and hung up her robe, then came out again shortly after.
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 12:52 pm
"I'll be waiting," she replied, shifting onto her side when he got up so her tails were given more room to move. Sighing in relief at the less cramped feeling, Antony reached over and then pulled the other pillow to her, hugging it against her chest. When he came back in, she offered him a small smile, trying her best not to make it look forced.
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 1:01 pm
The little smile didn't do much to make him feel more at ease, if that's what she was intending. He wasn't quite sure what she wanted from him...was he supposed to repeated tell her she wasn't that ugly? Hadn't he done that already anyway (in a roundabout manner)? He peered thoughtfully at her as he stood in front of the bed.
"Antony, what do ya want me to say?" he said finally, hands held out in an almost hopeless fashion.
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