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 Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2013 1:27 pm
"He might start to smell out here though. Here, I'll get the door- oh wait, Sha, do you have a roommate yet? I don't want to barge in on him." She turned back to Trae.
"My roommate still hasn't moved in, although her name's been added to the register. Clementine, I think. But mostly, it's just me on my side. Lots of room for mango nectar, that way. Do you have a roommate, yet?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2013 9:44 pm
"No, I know he's supposed to move in soon, but I haven't met him yet. I think his name's Lyuben." Trae said, putting the crate down by the foot of Sha's bed. It was a good thing Sha wasn't horribly messy, it'd be embarrassing to have a girl in here otherwise.
Sha frowned at them. He'd have to pay them back for they're ganging up. "Sticks in the mud, both of you. Nah, the kid who's going to be sharing my dorm should be moving in like tomorrow or something, so we're still good."
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2013 4:39 pm
"Great!" Hinote opened the door and quickly decided that any underwear or other personal and potentially awkward items around the room would be firmly ignored. "And we are not sticks in the mud. We are responsible young pre-adolescents or whatever they're calling us now. Let's get with the s'more making. How do you like your marshmallows, Trae? Barely toasted? Warm? Golden brown? Blackened?" Hinote snapped her fingers, letting flames flicker from her free hand as she put her own food parcels down.
"Or completely exploded?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2013 5:10 pm
"Golden brown." Trae said with a smile, pleased that there were none of Sha's infamously tricksy, escape artist boxers on the loose. "And gooey on the inside. I like the chocolate cold though. Or you know, not cold. More, room temperature."
Sha was glad he didn't see any of his boxers running free too. He'd picked up earlier in expectation of a new roomie. Honestly, he had no idea how they got everywhere. He'd be tempted to blame it on gnomes or something but he found it easier to believe that they grew legs and higher intelligence. Maybe he should start going commando...
He settled down and started distributing supplies, glad he'd plopped a couple paper plates in the crate, that made clean up a lot easier. He opened a bag of marshmallows and passed a couple to Hinote for her to get started on Trae's treat. "You want me to make you one, Hinote? Or would you rather do it yourself?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2013 5:43 pm
"Such a gentleman today! Clean - well, cleaner - room and offering to do favors for a lady. Or is this how you treat all the girls?" Hinote grinned again at Sha as she started turning the marshmallow over and over above the flame at her fingertips. It was important to cook it evenly!
"Dark brown and crispy outside, please, Sha." Hinote took a seat with her knees tucked under her. "Can you start putting the other parts together, Trae? Than we can go ahead with enjoying our s'mores."
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2013 5:51 pm
"It's not like I'm super messy. My boxers just have minds of their own. And legs apparently." Sha said with a pout, "And I treat everyone nice. Why should you being a girl have anything to do with it. I mean if me offering to make you one was because you're a girl, what's that say about you offering to make Trae one?" He asked jokingly while settling in to roast Hinote's marshmallows the way she liked.
Trae set right to assembling the other ingredients with the ease of much practice. "Well Hinote doesn't make me feel like I'm being mistaken for a girl. And it's true, Hinote, his boxers really do migrate. I don't even know how they do it. I swear he puts them away, and then they wind up on the fan."
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2013 7:39 pm
"You'll just have to keep a closer reign on your underclothes in the future, Sha. But I'm glad they are all away for now."
Satisfied with her marshmallow browning skills, Hinote held it up for Trae's approval and transferred it to the embrace of the graham cracker and chocolate bars. "Voila! Sha, how do you want yours toasted?"
Hinote, Trae, and Sha then proceeded to have one of the best s'more-mango-nectar-getting-to-know-each-other-party in the history of paradox space.
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