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 Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 5:52 pm
One might have a hard time believing that a single girl could be capable of so much shopping in just a few hours, but she'd done it. She'd dragged Demetri Wright from one end of the mall to the other, trying on dozens of things along the way, having store clerks wrap up dozens of others. By the time they left she had two bags herself, one in each hand, leaving Demy with the other five, one of which contained the things that she'd purchased on his behalf.
Worn out and hungry (more hungry than worn out) she finally agreed that it was time to track down dinner. She took his suggestions for a pizza place, figuring he'd know a place that none of her friends would find their way to, and they were off. Luckily she'd found a pair of comfortable shoes while they were in the mall... The sidewalk would be a killer between there and the pizza place if she hadn't.
"So... What kind of things do you like on your pizza, Demet-- Demy." At least she was getting a little bit better at the whole 'playing nice' thing.
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 6:06 pm
All in all this hadn't been too bad. Sure Cordelia had walked him to death. Sure his feet hurt like a b***h, and sure he was actually worn out. Him! Demy! -Worn out-.
But he had a bag of nice shiny accessory type things he had earned for himself by being a bag boy. It's not like he had anything else planned for the day, so all in all he called it a win. A tiring win, but a win nonetheless.
He was trailing a bit behind her, juggling the bags he had to carry but at least he was managing.
"Good old pepperoni! Usually get a little side dish of ranch cause man it's so good on pizza. Soooo good."
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 6:18 pm
He'd just been out to check up on a few -things-, things that were SO far going better than a certain cheating teacher and his lord forsaken libations... when he -saw- them.
Dem, with a girl.
a -GIRL-...
A rather -pretty- girl, and he was holding an enormous number of shopping bags, more than he was sure Demy could himself afford, or even if he could he would have been in the arcade securing his lead in guitar hero again.
And they were going for PIZZA?!
His eyes narrowed with a prickle of irritation. Was -this- part of all the secrecy lately? A -girl-!?
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 6:23 pm
"Hm..." She seemed to ponder the idea of pepperoni on pizza for a moment, ignoring the hunger that she could feel gnawing at her stomach at the prospect of something not leafy or green. How long had it been since she'd just caved in and pigged out? Was she really willing to do that in front of him?
They continued walking as she fought with herself, finally agreeing (at least to herself) that maybe one or two pieces of pepperoni couldn't possibly throw her off that much... Especially not with all of the walking that they'd done around the mall. "Alright. Pepperoni on one half and mushrooms and green peppers on the other half." She nodded, smiling at her 'compromise'.
She only seemed to pause for a moment, blinking as she glanced over at her unlikely companion. "... They do have diet coke where we're going, don't they?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 6:33 pm
Hahahaha, -him-, afford anything. Demy scraped by with some food money and quarter funds. He considered said funds necessary afterall. Occasionally he had extra money to actually go -shopping- with but it wasn't too overly often. These bags were definitely not his.
"Suit yourself man!"
Green peppers and mushrooms huh? It wasn't that bad of a combination, he just preferred the classic pizza taste. Sharing it would be fine though.
"Of course man, though dunno why you're going for the diet stuff. It's not like you need it or anything."
It was a lame a** attempt at a compliment.
Man if only Z was here! He'd do better at talking right? Right.
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 6:41 pm
He followed at a discrete distance, or what he felt was one, peeking in shop windows and clutching his phone in his pocket hard enough to white knuckle.
COMPLIEMNTS!?! He was flattering her weight?!
This was -serious-
How lucky he was to have stumbled on them.
Pizza hmm? Well he couldn't just go -in- after them, it'd be too easy to see him. At least, he couldn't go in right -away-, he could wait perhaps, see where they sat and then... yes that would work.
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 6:48 pm
"Well of course I don't need it... But if I went and ate every burger or pepperoni or piece of pie..." Mmm. Pie. "... that I wanted I'd definitely need it. And then what would I do with those jeans I bought?" Her brow lofted slightly as she flashed him a grin, doing her very very best to ignore that he kept calling her 'man'. Weirdo.
"Besides. I like the taste better... And it doesn't have as much sugar. Too much sugar will rot your teeth, you know." There was a nod of certainty as she reached for the door to the pizza place, tugging it open so that Demy could head in, more because she didn't want him dropping her things than because she was considerate enough to always grab the door for someone else.
"I should make you eat a salad." Did he even know what lettuce was?
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 6:54 pm
Oblivious to just how close his little friend was, Demy gave his companion his own grin and headed inside.
"Psh, rot my teeth huh? No problems yet, and I practically live off sugar."
The times he actually -did- sleep were usually caused by a sugar crash afterall.
"Now tell me why I'd ever want to eat a salad? They don't look all that appetizing to me."
Dude, where was the grease afterall? Demy's not so healthy eating style was balanced out by him constantly on 'full speed ahead!' mode. If it wasn't for how hyperactive a kid he was he'd probably have a much rounder shape. Oh well! Pushing the thoughts of salad aside, he quickly forged a path to a little booth in the back. There! Cordelia should like that, less of a chance of one of her little 'friends' seeing them in here.
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 7:01 pm
Perfect!
They sat near the back and he could tuck himself into another booth, he could even order some breadsticks for cover. He crept in after and forged his way to a booth near enough that he hoped he could -hear- and yet far enough that he hoped not to be -seen-.
Oh he'd get to the bottom of this...
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 7:07 pm
"Because they're not all that bad if you put the right dressing on them and every now and then it's not the end of the world to eat something that might be good for you." She smirked, shaking her head with a light roll of her eyes as she stashed her bags over on the inside of the booth before taking a seat, glancing up when she caught sight of their waiter; their cute waiter.
"Hi..." She managed, trying not to do anything all that silly as she fumbled with the menu before placing her drink over, giving Demy's shin a light nudge with her foot under the table. From there it was easy enough to ignore that slightly strange feeling that they were being watched... No one was going to see her out and about with a Hillworth boy, right? Not here, of all places.
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 7:25 pm
"Good for me huh? I'd rather not."
Stashing his portion of the bags, Demy slid into the seat just in time to get a nice foot to his shin. Lovely. Casting her a look that pretty much said '********' he gave his own drink order. Which was definitely -not- a diet soda thank you very much.
Girls. Why the hell was she fumbling all over her menu and just generally looking like a doofus? It was -just- a waiter, sheesh. Thankfully he resisted the overwhelming urge to facepalm and simply opened his menu to glance through it.
Which was kind of silly in itself since they already knew what they wanted, but hey he was going to make the effort. Or something.
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Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2009 3:29 pm
damn they really needed to -talk- more. What were they doing besides ordering...
A cautious peek around the booth showed her futtzing with the menu, not exciting, unless it was a front for...something else.
What did she want, did he -like- her.
Ugh god, did he just hear 'diet soda'?! She was one of -those-...
Maybe she was a groupie, maybe she caught -wind- of the band and... oh god don't be =stupid= he chided himself.
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Posted: Tue Dec 29, 2009 8:29 am
Once their drinks were brought over and the rest of the food was ordered she seemed to settle down a bit more. What was that... Was she even getting comfortable? Maybe even flashing a smile? It may have been the end of the world, but she looked like she might actually be enjoying herself.
"Y'know... I'll kick your a** if you tell anyone, but... I had a good time today. So far, at least. It's not all that often I find someone who can keep up with me when I'm shopping." That smile turned into a grin, crystal clear eyes dancing for a moment.
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Posted: Tue Dec 29, 2009 10:05 pm
Meanwhile Demy was being....well Demy and using his straw not only to drink his delicious non-diet soda but -also- to blow bubbles with it. This was, of course, an excellent way to spend the time between ordering and waiting for the actual food.
Until someone talked to you. Quickly stopping the little straw activity, Demy sat back up and returned her smile with his typical goofy grin.
"Kick my a** huh? Well it's not very often I find someone who can actually give me a run for my money as far as keeping up goes, so it's been fun for me too."
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Posted: Sat Jan 16, 2010 3:30 pm
Good time? What KIND of good time?!
SHe was threatening to kick his a** over it, and she kept up!?
His fingers went white knuckled around the silver wear and he actually -scowled- at the waiter when they showed up. The young man clutched his order pad and offered to come back which Z accepted, still scowling.
God he was -seething-... secrets kept from HIM!? Secret -girls yet.
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