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 Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2010 10:16 pm
After a long day of hiking in his fuku, Sailor Neso was exhausted. He had picked a handful of wildflowers for Princess Chronos and likely overstayed his welcome at Crystal Academy. He finally left when one of the teachers came by and reminded him of visiting hours. Any time with Chronos was a good time so Neso didn't mind a few funny looks from girls on her floor. He had a tendency to forget how strangely he must look next to other boys his age.
At the ripe age of fourteen, Bo Hanley hit puberty and shot up a full foot in height in a single year. He immediately started playing basketball and swimming for Meadowview. They tried to get him interested in football, but he couldn't bring himself to tackle another player, or to welcome a tackle coming his way. By the end of his senior year, he was 6'5" of overgrown man-child with muscled shoulders and a lean waist. His towering height never seemed to really register with the boy. He frequently dented door frames with his forehead and wore shirts regardless of how long they were.
It was that same cluelessness that had him henshining up in his stairwell to make the last few flights up to his apartment a little more bearable. The apartment wasn't great so there was no threat of security cameras catching him entering his place, not that it occurred to Neso. He could be incredibly irresponsible. Once inside, Neso tossed his keys into the little dish on the counter and then went immediately to the kitchen.
After rooting around in the fridge, he came out holding a carton of milk, which he promptly popped up and began to drink from. No glass -- what a rebel.
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Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2010 9:14 pm
Shaking off another long night of patrolling, Noel stumbled out of his room into the apartment's kitchen. Morning's weren't his thing anymore or what he considered mornings now that he was a full time night owl. He had never risen with the sun or anything, but whatever part of him enjoyed being woken up early by his alarm, quickly faded into the abyss the moment he became a sailor senshi. The senshi of winter's body begged for the long nap to never end, but he was forced to awaken for another night of patrol. Noel sometimes wondered if his roommate noticed how late he would return. However, these fears were usually crushed the moment he realized how busy they both were. Neither couped himself up and Bo was either out stalking some girl or busy with life. Not that Noel would judge, a frequenter of any local gay bar, he surely wasn't going to start telling someone the appropriate way to go about a crush.
Grogginess blocked most of his neural pathways as he found himself at the refrigerator. If he had been slightly more coherent, he may have noticed the blatantly obvious fuku his roommate was wearing. Still in a haze, he chimed out his usual greeting.
"Afternoon, how was your day?"
Noel grabbed the juice from the top shelf and went to the cabinet to grab a plastic cup. The mango orange infusion was sure to boost his body and shake his brain from it's groggy state. However, as he started to pour his glass, Bo's attire finally registered. Lavender eyes widened in disbelief as a vacant stare marked his face. All the while, a container of juice had long filled the glass and was attempting to fill the tile floor of the kitchen.
"What!? Hu--? Uh... Ummm YOU SENSHI!?"
Profound sounds escaped his mouth as he went from college student vocabulary moments before to the ramblings of a delusional cave man. He didn't do well with surprises like these. Hot guy alert sure, roommate is a senshi too? Not so much.
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Posted: Fri Oct 15, 2010 9:23 am
Neso froze, milk carton tilted toward his mouth and dumping a steady stream of calcium-goodness. He quirked a smile, and a dribble escaped from the corner, dripped onto his fuku. Being of less-than-whip-fast intelligence, the senshi of summer failed to recognize any problem with his current dress, or his roommate seeing him.
"Afternoon?" he said, glancing out the window at the darkness of night. It was 10:30PM. Noel was out of sorts. This could only mean one thing. "Ah man, did you start drinking without me?" He mocked a pout. "All right, all right. Just tell me how far ahead you are, and I will catch up!" As if to prove it, Neso stashed the milk back away and produced three beers from the refrigerator.
He had just popped the caps off two of them and was about to announce "DOUBLE-FISTING TIME" (he had never understood why that made Noel laugh so much, but it did, and so Bo could not resist saying it whenever there was an opportune moment) when he noticed his roommate watering their floor with juice.
Neso parted his lips and started to say, "Uh, Noel?" when the shorter boy exploded with realization. Senshi? Neso looked down at himself. Then back to Noel. Then to the juice. Then back to himself. Then Noel. Then his beer. His beer looked good. He took a sip of one, and then the other.
Damn, this was a no-no, wasn't it? Virgo was sure to fix him with a disapproving pout if he told her. Neso took another sip of beer. Then he said, "Um. Hi. I, uh, sort of am. But you can't tell anyone, okay? You have to promise." It boggled Neso for a moment that Noel even recognized him. Wasn't his fuku supposed to make his true identity totally hidden?
Being in his kitchen probably didn't help keep up the mystery.
Neso shifted awkwardly. And then he drank more beer. It seemed like a good idea.
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