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 Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 4:03 am
Nye had caught himself reading Ivie's nursing degree. She honestly looked a little less sullen than when he had stumbled upon her, but still. She looked frail, and the only thing that kind of woke him from his trance of slight pity was Ivie's voice, healthy and very much there, calling him to the lounge.
So that's where he went, and made himself comfortable on the other side of the couch. He was used to Lizzie thinking she could take up half or his sofa, so this wasn't particularly a new arrangement for him. He picked up the cocoa and, careful not to spill, brought it to his lips.
Mm. Not too sweet, not too bitter~ <3
"Your heater sounds like it has anger issues."
Gale honestly didn't feel like talking to Terry (or Michelle, for that matter), but there he was, collecting eggs alongside the pervert. Gale almost ignored his comment, but it just kind of pricked at that wonderful sense of honor and ... well, respect he had for people.
And Terry was a general a**.
"Someday you'll un'erstand tha' y'can' just base e'erything off of sex," was what he said with a sigh- it would probably be his most blunt comment for a very, very long time. And then he turned around and left with his eggs, stopping only to get some juice.
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 5:21 am
Ivie was proud of that degree; she'd passed with first class honours in the top tenth of the class, partially through a natural love of the subject and partially from working her a** off between bussing her sisters to school and various activities. Ah, homelife. It meant a decent roof over your head and regular meals, but it also meant compromise. Living alone? Well, there was compromise there too, but at least she was self-sufficient.
Or used to be.
She'd dumped four teaspoons of sugar into her brown liquid and was still stirring when Nye plonked down beside her. Her lips and tongue were slightly scolded from where she took a sip of the drink far too early, so she kept stirring.
"Yeah, apparently it's like that with all of them. It's an old building, and the rent's too cheap to afford them being replaced. It works though...kinda...for this room." Speaking of which, she was probably going to be sleeping in here tonight...unless she was staying at Nye's? She couldnt' remember the plan anymore.
Terry scowled a little at Gale's brush off. And here he'd been hoping for some confirmation of what he'd long suspected; that Arvia was dynamite in bed. It seemd Gale wasn't giving up the goss though - what sort of a guy was he that he didn't want to brag? - so he eventually let it be. Dissapointing, though.
Arvia was nibbling on a piece of watermelon when Gale returned, and she proceeded to dump his hash onto the plate and steal an egg to flip upside down onto her toast.
"Terry giving you trouble? Just ignore him; you haven't got boobs so he won't give you the time of day." She sniggered, suddenly struck by a thought. "Well, as far as we know, anyway.
So what could I possibly offer you in a bet, Gale?
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 7:43 pm
Nye had originally gone to college for botanical sciences, but ended up going to beauty school, a police academy, physical therapy training, dance school, and even attempted bass lessons and several other academies and training facilities of interest. How many had he completed successfully?
About ten percent. Fifteen's pushing it.
"I don't know," Nye mumbled through laughter, "I'd be afraid that it'd come to life and take my cookies in the middle of the night!" Even though the only cookies he'd ever have are from bakeries. I mean, come on, the guy burns scrambled eggs to a hard, black lump consistency half the time.
Well, unfortunately for you Terry, Gale wouldn't be able to tell you anyways. He remembered a majority of what happened last night, but perhaps only three minutes after Arvia's plea (he wasn't sure he wanted to remember what happened after), and he was quite positive that they did not sleep with each other.
Unaffected by Terry and his prying, Gale settled comfortably back at the table to enjoy his eggs and hash brown and orange juice. "M' brother wa' a kin'a li'e 'im when 'e was si'een, 'm use' t' i'," he replied simply. And it was true- Sean was a hell of an a*****e before John beat some sense into him.
"Iduno, offer an' I'll thin' abou' i'," with his tone turned slightly coy, it was clearly a little too hard to read him. Oh well.
A bet sounded interesting.
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 9:29 pm
Ivie had started in nursing and finished in nursing, and she probably would have stayed there if her original plan hadn't have been to get into medicine. Her original marks hadn't been good enough to get straight in, so she'd gone the long way and it was obviously starting to take its toll. Still, she was Ivie Callaghen, and finishing what she started was what she did, no matter what state it left her in later.
"Well...it does keep me awake when I sleep in here." Which was about half of winter since her house notoriously froze itself in her absence. "But I've never noticed any missing cookies!"
That could have been because she almost never bought cookies. Not because she didn't like them! They were just expencive, if you bought the nice ones, and Ivie never bought not nice cookies. It just wasn't worth it. Oh, what, she was meant to bake them? Only with pre-prepared cookie dough!
And she knew the price of all of those two. Every. Single. One.
"You finish up your chocolate." She said, having finished her chocolate without realising it, so took the mug with her "I'll start up on the fridge, so you stay warm here."
The kitchen, she realised, was still like an icecube, and her breath formed little clouds as she tugged open the fridge. Her nose wrinkled; something was off.
What, didn't want to remember that he copped a rather good feel of Arvia's rather lovely behind? Shame on you, Gale, you insult her! But yes, actually, they had slept with each other...side by side to be exact, but nothing more. You didn't hear Arvia complaining, either, as she picked apart her hash brown and nibbled on it.
"I'm still glad for the lack of siblings..." She said quietly in reply, shaking her head before she rose an amused eyebrow at her gardener. My my, it sounded almost like he was daring her to say something completely innappropriate.
"Well I can't offer a kiss now, can I, because you've already had that" She said with a wicked smirk, eyeing him from over the rim of her orange juice. "How about I set the stakes instead. If I win, you...have to crossdress."
Oh Arvia. "In an outfit of my chosing.' She sat back, crossing her legs under her skirt and taking another sip of juice. "Your call, what do you want of me?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 7:00 pm
Nye's eyes widened in false terror, and his jaw dropped with disbelief. "You must watch out then, for it will eat something if not cookies! Perhaps even... human flesh!"
The king of exaggerations, apparently.
Soon enough, he went back to sipping at his hot chocolate and letting his bad wrist rest limply against his tummy. If Ivie never splurged on cookies for herself, Nye sure as all hell would. And he'd do it often if he found out that she never had cookies to indulge her insane heater!
"I hope you're not thinking of going at that fridge with your bare hands!" he yelled, clearly discontent at her going to start the cleaning without him, but he didn't want to overwork his wrist too much. And the cocoa was just really good, too...
"You better have some plastic gloves on!"
Gale wasn't exactly putting up a fuss. He wasn't about to admit it, but there was definitely a comfort in sharing a bed with somebody. It was rather warm and comfortable.
Arvia had better been happy about her luck. Gale had just swallowed his juice when she decided to raise the stakes on him, so instead of being showered with juice, she simply got a stare and a blush out of him. As for the crossdressing comment?
Well, his face sure could turn some funny shades of red.
It took him a little while to mull over the information, but then he had to think of a counter-wager. After all, she'd have to be embarrassed too if he would. "Uh... oh! If I win, you'll 'ave t' clim' a t'ee."
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 9:52 pm
A laugh was Ivie's only reply to Nye's tall tales of man and cookie eating heaters. Honestly, how could you reply to that one? "Oh, it feeds on human flesh alright; the flesh of all the men who dare wander into my humble abode!"
Ah, that answer was right. Because Nye knew Ivie by now and knew that it was completely and utterly out of character, and hence the thought of her attracting men to feed to hear heater was absolutely hillarious. Because heater's so ate people normally. Anyway.
Well in all honesty, Ivie didn't own any plastic gloves because she always forgot to pick them up. That was because when she went to the supermarket it was generally to pick up the essentials as quickly and efficiently - and cheaply - as possible. Hey, she didn't have a lot of time! She was lucky she remembered to pick up new Pads and deoderant really, and that was only because she wrote those down on a list.
Pity she didn't think about feeding herself too much.
"Who said I was thinking about it?" She called back in reply, having already opened the door and started tugging anything past the expiery date out to put on the counter. The fact that he wasn't helping didn't bother her; in fact, she didn't even think about it. It was quite in her habit to clean while the male in the house just lounged around and yelled at her when he wanted sex.
Nye wasn't doing that part yet, but the point of the matter is that him not lifting a finger to help didn't upset her.
Warm, comfortable and rather snuggly. Arvia would have to admit that she enjoyed waking up in the middle of the night to find a nice, toned pair of arms wrapped around her an her head tucked against a rather nice, toned chest.
Yum.
Arvia's grin faltered only slightly. "Climb a tree, are you serious? Gale, you're terrible at bets!" She sat back and scooped the last of her eggs onto her fork, munching them for a moment, swallowing, before nodding. "Alright then . . . I might need a hand, but you're on. Shall we? I need to change."
She glanced down at her jean skirt and heels. Yeah, deffinately need to change.
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Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2009 8:15 pm
Nye did not like the idea of just lounging around and helping, and God knows that if his wrist wasn't throbbing funny he wouldn't be down and trying to chug the hot chocolate while looking convincingly relaxed. "Oh dear, I guess that means I'm in trouble!" he called out from the living room, sending the heater a good once-over.
Thankfully, his drink was completed soon enough and he joined Ivie in the kitchen, trying not to breathe in the fun smell of rotting milk. "Where are your garbage bags?" he asked desperately. Clearly a man who smelled of lemon and vanilla all the time did not want to be around rotten milk.
Eww, clumpy.
"Well, 'm alrea'y gonna bea' you, so I didn' wanna ma'e this too humilia'in." Anyone who knew Gale knew that his ego was not that inflated. He just liked to brush off any violent blushing with a joke- it was in his nature to do as such. You couldn't blame him!
Excited for this rematch, Gale stood up and courteously waited for Arvia before setting off back to their rooms to prepare for the showdown of a century.
Thankfully neither of them knew just what the evil authors had in store. Kukukukuku!
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Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2009 11:19 pm
By the time Nye had finally finished his cocoa, Ivie had a neat line of off and smelling produce across the kitchen counter, a catastrophic symphony of rotting and fermenting foodstuffs that really should have been tossed a week ago. Unlike Nye, who appeared to be having a heart-attack from the smell, the girl who dealt with hospitals and bed-pans every week didn't seem all that effected by the funky smells from hell. She simply sent Nye an amused look.
"Under the sink. There should be a few left." And there were, because Ivie kept stocked on that sort of thing. "I was going to dump the milk down the sink but maybe we'd better just put it in the main bin downstairs. I don't want the sink clogged tonight." Especially if she might be staying here. Ew. She might have been able to ignore now, but while she was sleeping on that sofa? Deffinately not.
"You don't have to help if you don't wanna, Nye." I mean, it was her fridge and all, not his.
"Oh please, I beat you last time and I can do it again." Arvia replied smugly, also quite confident in her own abilities. She might not have been the loose cannon Gale was, but she was pretty good with her feet stuck to a board when armed with a slippery slope.
She let her hand brush against Gale's again on the trip back to their room, though didn't push the bar any further than that. She grinned at him, winked and said: "Meet you out here in five" before she slipped into her room and shut the door. The next few minutes involved her yanking her skirt off and changing into far more practical clothes for the snow, layers and water-proofing and, of course, a decent pair of boots to replace those heels. As she locked her door behind her, finished, her outer-jacket hung open and loose and her goggles hung from one write, just itching to cover her eyes.
Arvia was ready.
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Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2009 8:29 pm
Nye rolled up his sleeves heroically and crept to the sink to find himself a garbage bag. He pulled out one, and was about to close the cabinet when his better judgment pulled out another and used it to reinforce the first. Double-bagging rotten foodstuffs was probably a good idea, if they wanted to avoid scrubbing clumpy milk off the carpet.
"But I wanna help. Besides, this is a good learning experience for me. How to take cartons and packages of billions of bacteria cultures and rid of them effectively while still looking like a dashing gentleman and retaining a slight hint of lemony scent." Slowly, he went over the counter and pinched the top fold of the milk carton between his thumb and pointer finger, lifted it gingerly and dropped it into the bag. Seeing as that was relatively painless, he continued with increasing speed to dispose of the other rotting products in an increasingly brave manner.
Gale was much faster with his changing- what was flinging off one set of clothes and donning three more at a time for a guy? He was excited to let all the awkwardness out, and perhaps get to the slopes and get some well-earned revenge on his boss.
He left his room, and stood in the hallway for a good thirty seconds before Arvia emerged, all ready to zip up and hit the slopes, it seemed. But not ready to lose.
"'all we?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2009 10:50 pm
By this stage of the game, Ivie was squatting down in front of the fridge, braving the fridged temperatures to grope around in it's rear confines. There was something sticky back there that had leaked, and when the girl finalyl withdrew her hand she found that...she couldn't identify it for the life of her. It smelt.
She glanced up at Nye, who was dealing with a particularly threatening milk carton, before glancing back at her soiled arm. Nope. She hadn't worn the gloves like he'd asked her to.
"Still want to help?" She asked, gagging just a little as she wiggled her fingers and felt the goo resist the movement. "Lend me that bag a second."
Her fingers around the plastic, she tugged it from Nye's hands and stuck her own inside, doing her best to wipe the offending mess off her arm and jumper sleeve. Man, Nye had bought her this one too! She felt so ungrateful.
Naturally Arvia took longer, she'd had to make sure her hair and make-up were fine, after all!
Still, she flashed Gale one of her heart-stopping, jaw-dropping, killer
smiles and replied: "But of course, lead on!"
They collected their boards from the holding centre before heading out onto the slopes. It had snowed the previous night, something neither of them had been all that aware of to be honest, so a fresh layer of powdery white fluff lay over the feilds. The ski-lift trip was brief and filled with mindless chatter and the occasional stroke of their own egos and boasts. And then...
They were there.
"Ready to lose, Sefron??" Arvia grinned, sliding her goggles into place and checking her snow-board fastenings.
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2009 9:31 pm
Nye gagged slightly just at the sight of the goo, a hint of disappointment panging in minutes later because Ivie didn't wear the gloves like he told her to. And look, her jumper was even dirty! How unpleasant.
He took a second to decide the course of action, and then simply plopped down on the floor next to Ivie. "Would you mind getting me some gloves, a sponge, and dish detergent?" It was quite a move for young Hemmingway. He was such a neat person, it was hard to imagine him doing anything messy or painful or gross in any way. The fact that he, of his own free will, offered to clean something gross was ... amazing.
Ivie would not be able to object to this one. He was set on scrubbing.
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2009 9:45 pm
Well Ivie was so used to gross situations, so she didn't find this too disgusting on her scale. Still, she noticed as she wiggled her gooey fingers, this wasn't particularly pleasant. It might have been for this reason that Ivie, for once, didn't object to Nye's spoiling.
"Yeah, okay..." She said quietly, opening the cupboard under the sink with her foot and rummaging about with her unsoiled hand to find the requested items. The gloves were from work, she'd taken some when they'd accidently ordered too many, and the dish detergent was reasonably fresh but the sponge? Well it was clean, but a little worse for wear. She wouldn't miss it.
"I'd better soak this jumper, are you okay here?" She turned on the tap, savouring the still heated water that poured out onto her chilly hands. It was more a rhetorical question than anything else, the only thing in here that could kill Nye was the terrible smell from the fridge. Checking he had everything, she scurried out of the kitchen and peeled off the jumper, tossing it into the laundry as she returned to her bedroom. A few moments later she reappeared, the soiled jumper in a bucket in the laundry and herself in an old, oversized, ugly jumper which was so stretched out of shape that it resembled a sack more than anything. She didn't seem to notice.
"Anything I can do to help?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2009 11:35 pm
Nye was being a complete hero.
If there was anything he hated more than a lack of change, it was gooey, smelly stuff. Smelly stuff in general was awful, but the goop! It got everywhere, and then everything smelled awful and he had to dispose of it, and blah, blah, blah. That's why he never quite got into the cleaning scene. Dusting he could do, but this? This was rare.
With his sleeves rolled up and the chalky gloves upon his hands, basically half of Nye's body was inside the small fridge, trying to get at the back wall where a majority of the goop was. He was diligent in his scrubbing, only coming up for air occasionally. By the time Ivie was back with her soaked jumper, he had gotten pretty much a majority of it off without gagging or almost dying.
He answered Ivie's question on his next trip for air.
"Just... make a list of all the things you don't like about your apartment, or something."
A big breath, and back in he went.
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 12:17 am
Tucking her arms under her armpits, chilly as they were even in the oversized sack-jumper, Ivie stood behind Nye for a few minutes just watching him work with an amused look on her face. It wasn’t that bad, really – you should see the nappy bags the nursery at work churned out – but still, he was doing her a favour. A big one. She’d just let him get on with it, actually, if he didn’t mind.
”Er...” Puzzled, Ivie glanced around the apartment. Well truth be told, she didn’t like anything here really but knowing Nye, he’d go and buy stuff if she said anything. ”Only problem really is the heater...but I’ll live, really.”
Oh Ivie, you bare-faced liar.
So instead she decided to root through the shopping bags, sorting fridge-goods from ones to go in the pantry. The kitchen was still reasonably chilly so it wasn’t like she had to worry about anything going off, so she just propped things in a line across the bench opposite the ‘off’ food.
It was then she found the ‘items’ Nye had decided to pick up for her. Were this an anime, a large vain pop would have appeared over her head.
”Nye Hemmingway, these things better be for you or so help me – “
Poor boy. He’d be hearing about it for the rest of the night, even after they got back to his place.
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 12:27 am
Were this an anime, Nye's gloved hands would fly up defensively and he'd sweatdrop while smiling innocently. Probably with some sort of blue-colored background. "Or so help you shove them in the new clean fridge?"
Hearing about it for the rest of the night was definitely worth having the company.
Nye found himself at the fridge, opening it aimlessly, closing it after finding nothing to snack on, and walking away to do something. He lifted a DVD box, looked inside it, sighed, and decided to close it again. He didn't feel like watching Wall-E without someone else around to enjoy it with him. Disheartened, Nye went back to the fridge, opened it, and then realized that he had looked through its contents moments before and nothing had changed. Another sigh filled the air as he closed the appliance, and went back to attempt to pass the time by sleeping.
The bedsheets sighed with him as he fell back onto the comfy waterbed, perhaps to try and drown himself in deep blue and beige linens. He rolled over once, twice, and then decided to face the ceiling once more. "My bed smells like Ivie," he stated to the animals he had found in the speckled paint patterns of his ceiling.
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