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 Posted: Sat May 24, 2008 4:24 pm
Nodding Yazoo walked over to a small fridge beside his treadmill. He had asked for it so he could store his water for when he did extensive running during his exercising.
"Which one do you want? I have both in here." he asked as he pulled open the door and crouched. He didn't like soda but he found that it was a good way to refresh himself for short periods if he needed to stay up late to get blackmail material on Reno.
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Posted: Tue May 27, 2008 7:30 pm
He grinned widely at the news of the soda's availability. "Soda, for sure!" he chimed. He liked soda, he liked it a lot! He hadn't had it in awhile...normally because it tended to wind him up.
He approached the treadmill after getting his answer and sniffed at it curiously, looking it over. "What this thing?"
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Posted: Wed May 28, 2008 1:35 pm
Sifting through the bottles he pulled out what appeared to be an orange soda before turning and replying "It's a treadmill and it's suppose to help you with your cardiosomethingorother. I just use it to keep my legs looking good and my butt."
As Yazoo said butt he turned a bit and moved his coat to show how well muscled his little bottom had become after using the device.
Twisting the top to the soda he held out the now open beverage to Ifirit and waited for his compliment about how nice a butt he had.
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2008 5:54 pm
Ifrit happily took the bottle, sipping it contentedly. Oh, he hadn't had orange yet! Grape and darker sodas, yeah, and the gross bitter soda Alex favored because, as the gypsy said 'because you won't drink it on me'...but he'd never had orange. He liked it. Not his favorite, but it was okay.
He looked at the treadmill as the boy explained it's use. "How's it s'pposed t' do that? How does it work?" he asked, still regarding the machine curiously.
As the other one presented his backside, Ifrit looked at him oddly. There was a strange urge to reach out and whack him or boot him in the backside playfully. Or set it on fire. But the other didn't seem like he'd take that sort of play very well. He seemed...uppity.
"Um...okay. That's not weird or anything that you're showing me this..." he remarked, arching a brow and taking another drink of his soda.
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2008 7:34 pm
"You get on and set the counter then run or walk whichever it's set to make you do." Yazoo explained walking up onto the machine. Pushing a few buttons it started to move and he began walking to show the other boy how.
"See? It's easy." he said looking over his shoulder. "No it's not weird for me to show you my butt. Unless of course you liked it. Then I suppose that would be strange for you." He quipped happily with a wink.
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Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2008 5:43 pm
He knitted his brows. "It's a machine to walk in place? That's kind of...boring. Couldn't you get the same results by jus' goin' outside and playing? Or walkin' and hikin' outside?" he intoned, curious as to the point of the machine. Why get a silly machine when running around outside could accomplish the same thing- and in a less monotonous fashion at that!
He rolled his eyes and sipped more of his soda. "Don't flatter y'self. It's not that great." he snorted. "Y'know, one day your gonna show your butt to the wrong fella and he's gonna reach out and boot ya a good one."
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Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2008 7:43 pm
Laughing at the other boys seemingly default logic. "I suppose he could do that or maybe whistle instead. Why is it that everytime I say something nice about myself you have to put me down?" Yazoo asked over his shoulder to Ifirit.
"I like it better in here. Especially on rainy days." he finished turning back to turn the machine off.
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 5:49 pm
Ifrit fidgeted with the soda bottle, sighing. "Why'd they whistle?" he asked, tilting his head a bit. "And I ain't puttin' you down on purpose. Tch, you need thicker skin if yer gonna get upset about those kind of things."
At the mention of rain, the fire summon shivered a bit. He didn't much care for rain (or water in general, as had been demonstrated just a few minutes prior with the bath), for obvious reasons. He always stayed inside, swaddled in a cocoon of blankets with the dog when it rained. And thunder...he didn't like the thunder much. Lightening maybe (that was closer to heat anyways) but thunder...it usually sent him burrowing into the blankets.
"I guess ya have a point there about the rain. Ain't nothin' good about it 'cept that it makes mud." he huffed.
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 6:36 pm
Yazoo shot the other boy a look when he said something about his skin. "They'd whistle cause they'd think I was cute and my skin is perfect thanks." he said patting his cheeks softly.
"There's not a line on them and I take extra special care of my skin since when we get older we'll get stupid pimples if we're not careful." he finished coming to sit on the floor near Ifirit.
The young boy didn't like the rain because it made his hair frizzy but he wasn't going to say it to his maned friend since he was sure that his frizzy problem would be ten times worse then his own.
"So do you wanna go on a tour of this place? It changes every day so next time you come you can have another one." he said smiling brightly. He loved his house cause it was always different.
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 7:37 pm
"It was a figure of speech." he said, rolling his eyes and jutting his hip out. He was trying to be serious, but his display probably looked funny, if anything.
He sipped more at his soda and looked at the other boy. "I don't think I'll get pimples- no room for them what with the fuzz and all." he said, rubbing his face. "Even if you do get 'em, you can take care of 'em by poppin' 'em, I've heard." he concluded, nonchalant about the topic of skin care and oblivious to any thought of hair frizzing.
He finished the soda and looked at the boy. A tour? He did remember him mentioning that the place tended to change when they first came in...so he supposed a better look at the place might be interesting.
"I guess. Better than sittin' around, right?" he smiled, pushing himself upright.
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Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2009 1:20 pm
"I know what it was, thanks." Yazoo replied fiddling with his hair a bit as he sat there. "Pimples should be avoided not endured silly. They're alot of products to help you never get one. You should see Kuja's bathroom. He has like nine million different bottles for that kind of thing. He's so vain."
Picking imaginary lint from the front of his shirt he came to a standing position. The other boy wanted a tour so he was going to give him one.
"We'll start in the living room and stop in the kitchen so I can get us some carrot sticks." he said as he brushed imaginary dust from his butt before looking in the mirror and making sure everything was in place. It was hard maintaining perfection after all.
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Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2009 6:11 pm
Products to prevent zits? Ugh, that meant more stuff to put on his face- probably stuff that smelled weird at that. It seemed that everything that was geared to make a person 'pretty' smelled funny. He was fine with good ol' soap himself.
"Won't soap work? 's such a hassle, all this stuff." he sighed.
It would be so bothersome to have such a routine every. Single. Morning. He barely had the attention span to brush his hair and teeth and wash his face in the morning, let alone put all sorts of stuff in it and on it. He was still vastly underestimating the worth of being 'beautiful'. You could impress people by looking good, sure, but in the boy's mind, you could impress something by setting fire to things too.
He stretched out when the other stood, ready to get exploring some. This was and interesting place, after all. Hell, being a castle alone made it cool...but the fact it always changed? That was just awesome.
"Sounds good." he nodded. He made a face at the notion of carrot sticks, though. "D'ya at least have some barbecue sauce t' dunk 'em in?" he asked, entirely serious about that. To him, everything tasted better with a little BBQ for dipping (though fire-roasted or flame-broiled upped he taste of things too, he had to admit).
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2009 1:35 pm
Walking towards the door the boy replied "Good. Let's get.........Barbeque sauce?"
Stopping he turned and gave Ifirit a look asking if he was serious. Yazoo had never seen anyone eat carrot sticks with barbeque sauce before. It just sounded plain gross to him.
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Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2009 6:08 pm
The boy nodded his head, his beaded swinging lightly as he did so. "Uh-huh- everything tastes better with barbecue sauce!" the Aeon asserted confidently. "I ain't never had it with carrots, though. But I figure carrots are kinda gross, right? So... if we cover them in sauce, it might make them taste better, ya know?" he explained as he followed along.
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 2:24 pm
Making a slight gagging motion Yazoo shook his head. "No I don't think it would but it's up to you. I mean I sometimes have ranch dressing with mine but normally they're yummy without." he said as he made his way out into the hall and towards the kitchen.
To each his own he guessed.
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