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 Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 7:25 pm
With her dinner comfortably settled in her stomach, the Skullmonkey was sprawled out atop her bed on her stomach, idly browsing Craig's List for mechanic jobs. In the unoccupied space of the queen bed and floor laid several sketch books. One laid open to a handful of clothing sketches, while the other appeared to be more mechanical and gadget doodles.
Since she was in her room, her lounging attire consisted of a matching bra and panties. Her door was cracked, but not shut entirely.
Next to her computer she had set a small notepad, where she was writing down numbers and notes on any promising looking jobs. So far she had only two maybes.
She had been at this for over an hour.
At this point, the teen had completely forgotten about the note she had left Ken.
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 7:29 pm
He had gotten the note.
He had been puzzled as to why she couldn't just reserve the tickets online, but had decided to take up the initiative anyway to make the long trek to Fandango dot com and reserve them himself.
Holding the receipt in-hand, complete with the pin number they'd need to punch into the reader at the theater, Kendall gave a knock at Tourmaline's door with the knuckle of one finger before nudging it open.
"Hey," he said, offering a smile.
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 7:52 pm
Well, she didn't buy them in case he had plans or had to work. Or for some other reason that she couldn't think of but might just happen.
At the knock, she craned her neck to look over her shoulder, smiling when she recognized who was entering her room. "Hey! How was work?" She asked while rolling onto her her side and propping her head up with an arm, tail swishing calmly.
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 8:05 pm
"Not bad." he said, taking her shifting of attention from the computer to him as an invitation to come inside. "Was kind of slow, actually....which probably isn't gonna last much longer."
He remembered when summer break was a reason to get excited. Now it just meant preteen jackasses loitering in the store all day being loud, knocking things over, and thinking they were being awesome trying to shoplift.
They had annoyed him as a clerk, he had no doubt they were going to be worse in his new position since now HE'D be the one having to deal with them when they were hauled into the office.
He didn't want to think of that right now, however, as he closed her door behind him. "Got the tickets." he told her, approaching to give her the piece of paper for her perusal.
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 9:29 pm
Tourma nodded in understanding. "All the kids are getting out of school, aren't they?"
She foresaw a summer of entirely new rantings and hours of hiding on his computer with the people he didn't know. Well I'll just have to change that. This should be an interesting summer.
When he offered her the paper, Tourma's smile widened into a grin. "Awesome. Do you have off that night so we can do dinner before...?" She couldn't help but feel special that she now had someone she could drag to 'dates,' or wherever she wanted, actually.
Not that she had any problem overpowering Ken if she needed to, but it wasn't as fun that way. Willing was good, and loads less creepy.
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 10:55 pm
...she hadn't SAID anything about dinner too.
"Well, I'm scheduled for that day, but we close at about nine, and I'm usually out of there at nine-twenty or so if I get everything done I need to during my shift."
It was a midnight showing, and there were all-night diners near the theater they'd be going to. He imagined it could work itself out agreeably. Even if it meant going to dinner another night.
His eyes wandered to the bed, and the sketchbooks strewn about, arching a brow in curiosity. "You an artist too?" he inquired, smiling faintly.
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 3:30 pm
"Well if we have time then we have time," she shrugged. Oh they'd have time, and she'd make sure of that.
His interest caused her head to turn, and she frowned when she saw what had caught his attention. "Just some doodles of a few ideas I have, that's all." She waved their importance off with a wave of her hand, absently swishing her tail to cover the one on the her bed.
The one on the floor, however, remained open and displayed.
To her, Tourma was not much of an artist, but sometimes she'd just have ideas of outfits or articles of clothing in the middle of the night and need to jot them down. Plus, it had been something that her therapist had nudged her to try doing, to help heal and find something to occupy her mind other than the urge to dance.
Either way, the teen viewed her sketches as nothing more than silly doodles.
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 8:01 pm
Even as her tail moved to cover one, he was bending to pick up the one on the floor, eyeing the sketches and doodles on the front page with interest. There were no artists in his family, and it was one of those hobbies that had always intrigued him.
"Oh yeah? What kind of ideas?" he pressed, apparently not picking up on the idea she wasn't especially keen on sharing.
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 8:07 pm
Her move to stop him came too late, and her open mouth snapped shut as she settled back into a sitting position. Her arms protectively crossed over her chest.
"Just clothes and little gadgets. Or new bike designs." For some reason, she would rather steer the conversation towards the mechanical sketches. "I'm looking for a job with a mechanic at the moment actually."
Maybe he'd take the topic change.
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 8:39 pm
The bait-and-switch worked well enough as his eyes lifted from the page he'd been scrutinizing, having been lingering on a sketch that had seemed a little too intricate for a quick doodle of what appeared to be a skirt and top.
"I'm surprised there's any openings, considering all the bitching I've been hearing from people about finding a job lately." he said, gently tossing the sketchbook onto her bed with the others so that it wouldn't snag and rumple its pages.
Now that she'd turned to face him a little more squarely, he seemed to notice for the first time what attire (or rather lack thereof) she was wearing and blinked, his hands reflexively stuffing themselves in his pockets so they wouldn't fidget. "Uh...how's that going for you?"
Clearly, he was still getting used to their new arrangement with one another.
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 8:48 pm
"There have been a few maybes, but you're right... There's not much out there, but then again Craig's List is filled with time wasters." She agreed, watching the sketchbook land before she gathered the two up and carefully slid them underneath her laptop.
There was a pause as she noticed the familiar awkward reaction, and she instinctively pretended not to notice. Leaning back on her elbows, she cocked her head to the side while chewing on her lip in thought.
"I really don't need the money, but now that the weather's nice I really want to get out of the house and -do- something." The explanation was delivered in a conversational tone as her tail tip flicked lazily next to her. "Something other than appointments and errands."
As comfortable as her life was, she really wanted something -more- than housework, errands, and renting.
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 11:50 pm
"I guess that makes sense." he nodded. Even if, presently, someone told him that he could quit his job and be all right for it, he would be asking the exact coordinates on their rear they wanted the kiss planted.
The idea of having more authority where you worked was great....until you realized that instead of having people to pass the bigger problems off onto, you BECAME the person everybody passed their problems onto.
Choosing an unoccupied corner of her bed, he seated himself on it. "And its something you'd be awesome at. You kept that clunker running for a lot longer than it probably should have." God rest its soul....it had gotten its final dig in on his wallet when the scrap people had charged him twenty bucks to haul it away.
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Posted: Sat Apr 25, 2009 9:07 pm
"It would have ran much longer if you had actually taken care of it," she teased, pausing a moment for dramatic effect. "But that would require you to know something about cars first." A cheeky grin had come across her features as she peered down her nose at him.
Her tail tip wrapped around the top of his tail playfully, forcefully flopping it from one side of the bed to the other.
Sometimes even Tourma was easily amused.
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Posted: Tue May 19, 2009 7:29 pm
"I -tried- to take care of it, I was just--"
The defensive tirade was cut off before the first sentence could complete itself as he watched their tails slam-dance with one another on her bed. ....apparently, in addition to other things, he was going to have to learn what was really an argument and what was Tourma dangling bait over his head to watch him froth and jump at it, arms flailing.
He sighed, and then returned the grin.
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Posted: Tue May 19, 2009 8:14 pm
"Just don't let this one grind to an early death too," she jested, letting her tail twist around his casually as she reached over to close her laptop slowly in order to ensure her full attention. After a pause, she leaned over and cleared the stack of notebooks and her computer off her bed and onto the floor out of the way before stretching herself out more comfortably.
"Do you have a raiding tonight," the Skullmonkey asked, waving her hand in the air absently. "Or whatever you do on the internet late into the night..."
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