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 Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2011 12:24 pm
Unfortunately he had to return home every once in a while. It wasn't that he didn't like home, or Heather! He just felt like he should be out looking for their missing officers. But...a captain had to report in every once in a while (even if it was to their lieutenant), AND a captain also had to eat. Occasionally.
Good thing for Heather was that Demy liked to eat. Good for him checking in, bad for her refrigerator.
The front door opened and the blonde trudged in looking absolutely exhausted. The dark circles hung around green eyes who's usual intensity had dulled with fatigue. Still, he trudged on and glanced around, giving a call of "Heaaaather...I'm home!" that lacked it's usual vibrancy before slowly trudging towards the kitchen.
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2011 1:02 pm
Someones one would wonder just how fortunate you would be that Demy liked to eat. The peace and quiet was welcomed! Though, after some time, the lieutenant had begun to raise an eyebrow. Quiet was good. But it was just...
Too quiet.
Heather put the book down that she had been reading in her room, and looked towards her door. Heaving a sigh, she crawled out of bed, threw on her housecoat over her pj's, and made her way out into the hallway.
It was only moments before she heard the voice calling that it was home. Pausing in her step she shrugged. "Alright." she called back.
With that she went back to finish her book. Her house would be nothing short of a circus now, she was sure of it.
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2011 1:06 pm
"I'mma make something to eat! I'll make something for you too!"
That was all the blonde said before noise was heard from the kitchen signaling that indeed, Demetri Wright was in her kitchen making who knew -what-. Hey, at least he offered to make her some.
He also wasn't in her room babbling his head off about this that or the other, that was a pleasant surprise.
There was a period of time though that the noises stopped. He hadn't called that the food was ready, so just...why was he so -silent- all of a sudden?
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2011 2:31 pm
"YOU BETTER CLEAN UP AFTER YOUR OWN DAMN MESS THEN!" Heather yelled back from her room, holding her book in her hand as she sat back down.
As the moment's passed, she listened as the boy bumped and banged around her kitchen, envisioning terrible images of what was to come. Melted pots, busted toasters, scratched enamel frying pans! The horror.
It wasn't until the silence permeated into her room that she suddenly felt the urge to go and see what Demetri was up to, however. The absolute solitude was far too unnerving. Three ring circus? Expected...
Cold, eerie silence? That just couldn't be good. Maybe he electrocuted himself or... something. She really hoped that she wouldn't find that in there.
The visions that passed through her mind reeled as she suddenly found herself racing from her own room to where the boy had last been heard.
"Demy?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2011 2:40 pm
From what he had dragged out it looked like Demy was thinking of making...stir fry. Scary thought, since it contained vegetables and usually the boy was adverse to all things green. Still, that's what it LOOKED to be.
The miraculous meal wasn't meant to be however. The ingredients were lined up on the counter. A pan had made it too! Demy, however, had taken a moment to sit down. He was just...so tired. All he'd need was a moment to rest his eyes and then he'd be back to making food and then back outside on the hunt for Tanzanite and the others.
Just...a small break...
He had fallen asleep laying back on the chair, mouth open as he snored (thankfully not TOO loud).
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 10:27 am
You wouldn't think the boy would be so against the greenery, considering his love for such colours, but, something about eating healthy food that weren't rolled through a barrel of sugar then deep-fried seemed perpetually out of the question. So indeed, she was rather surprised to see the ingredients sitting on the kitchen counter (seriously Demy, there's an island, use that).
Well.
At least he hadn't actually started to cook anything before passing out. She reached over across the counter and snatched up a green onion. Grinning like a little imp, the older girl took it and slowly edged it towards Demy's mouth.
Just as she closed in on it, she called out "HEY! WAKE UP!" with any luck he'd bite down on it and be forced to swallow it back raw.
Due course for making more messes and disappearing for extended periods of time without notice.
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 12:33 pm
The blonde nearly came unglued right before her eyes. Completely startled by the sudden wakeup call, he bit down and JUMPED in his seat.
A moment later he realized there was a horrible tasting thing in his mouth, and gagging the whole while he quickly swallowed it down. UGH UGH -UGH- what the HELL was that?!
Demy blinked a couple times, eyes slowly focusing on Heather and her evil grin. He blinked a few more times to be sure that was what he was looking at before finally deciding he should be grumpy about the method of being woken up.
"What was that for?! I was just..resting my eyes..."
All broken up with a long yawn and big stretch.
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 12:43 pm
"I didn't know closing your eyes came with a complimentary pass to 'snoring : the musical'." she made a face before walking over to the compost and sticking the remaining (unchomped) part of the green onion out.
"Besides, s'good for you. Grow hair on your chest... or something. I don't know." shrugging she turned back around.
"So, good to know that you eventually do drag your sorry a** home."
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 1:08 pm
"...You're weird Heather."
Seriously, onions growing hair on your chest? Weird.
"I've been busy looking for the missing officers."
It was snapped, the boy offended that his 'sorry a**' being out was a bad thing. They ALL should be out there looking for them, 24/7! But at least he had been out, constantly patrolling the streets looking for any sign of them.
He was also really feeling the drawbacks now that he finally took a moment to sit down.
"...S-sorry."
Oh yeah, he was also feeling like a jerk for snapping at her.
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 3:16 pm
"Yes and some of us have been busy keeping food and a house for your head, and collecting energy in the side. So you can take your 'holier-than-thou' attitude right to where it belongs. The trash." she retorted with a clear streak of '******** off' unceremoniously hanging around the tone of the words.
"Besides we already knew I was weird. I'd have to be to take you in, right?" she ignored the apology and clearly wrote off the short lived snark that they'd exchanged brief moments ago.
"Anyways, you still have a communicator. It wouldn't kill you to use it once in awhile to keep me up to date on whether or not you are okay. I'm not mad that you are doing your job, Demy." she had begun chopping vegetables for the boy's stirfry.
"I just don't want a repeat of what happened last time."
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 3:59 pm
"It's not happening again, I'm not running away I promise I just...really want to find them..."
He slumped forward, laying his head on the table and willing himself not to fall asleep again.
"I'll use the communicator more, promise..."
The blonde was mumbling, eyes sloooowllllly sliding shut as he did.
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 4:03 pm
"Good, because I don't think you'd like to see how that would end up if you ever tried or even thought about pulling a stupid stunt like that ever again."
Lifting her head from the vegetables, she eyed the boy. She'd blame crashing off days of energy drinks, really. Coupled with no sleep, he was going to be as useless as tits on a bull. Heather lifted her knife and pointed down the hallway as the boy began to slowly drift off into lala land.
"Room. Now. I'll wake you up when your food is ready." She wasn't having Demy face prints all over her marble counter-tops. It just wasn't happening.
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 4:37 pm
OHGODKNIFEPOINTEDATHIM.
The boy leaped up, gave her a somewhat startled look, finally shook it off and gave a sleepy nod.
"Kay...I..I wanna help though! But...sosleepyfff..."
Thankfully he started to trudge off, rather than insist on helping her . He even made it back to his room!
Before promptly faceplanting in the bed and resuming his nap.
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