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 Posted: Sat Jun 29, 2013 6:51 pm
The summer brought on a special kind of laziness. While Pascal was keeping busy with summer classes, Zia was mostly laying around the apartment in yoga shorts, lamenting how it was too hot to move and running up the bills before going off gallivanting at night for photos of terrorists.
Though, today in particular she was showing an awkward amount of activity. She'd taken out the trash, retrieved and organized the mail, gone running, and now she was mostly creeping.
Pascal was reading and rather than pull any usually interruption that usually involved nudging her way under his arm or pestering him for the book, she just stared. She stared at him when she walked by, she stared at him from the door way, she stared at him from the kitchen, and right now in particular, she was on her knees and leaning on the arm of the couch, staring some more as she pressed her nose into her arm and silently tapped her fingers on it.
She was trying to psychically will the start of a conversation into existence, but she didn't know how to start it. So hopefully he'd ask, because she was clearly not adequately braining the proper way to function and communicate with humans.
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Posted: Tue Jul 02, 2013 9:45 am
He could feel it. He could feel like he was being watched as he read but like a child hiding under the covers he didn't dare to look. He avoided it, staring at his book like Zia started at him until finally she was nearby on her knees. He couldn't hold back any longer and finally he flipped the book over in his hands and looked at the monster in his closet.
He was taken aback slightly by Zia's own control, pondering if she was going to pounce on him and pull him into the closet any second.
"What's going on? This is usually where you wrestle me for my book."
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Posted: Tue Jul 02, 2013 9:25 pm
Zia's tapping came to an abrupt stop, and there was an awkward pause of total deadness before she got up and sat on the couch next to him, lips pursed and gaze innocently glancing elsewhere-- for once-- as she silently thought.
And then she put both hands on the cushion next to her and leaned closer, looking downright distressed and concerned about something.
But it was another awkward pause before she blurted, "Why haven't I met your parents?"
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Posted: Fri Jul 12, 2013 8:17 pm
Pascal's outward reaction was to close the book completely and lay it on his lap but his heart was practically jumping out of his chest. This one question could ruin everything he had started to build here, and it wasn't like he could simply turn around and tell her that she hadn't met his parents or even heard him speak of his parents very often because they didn't even recognize their own son because of some magical dark mirror magic "protecting" him.
"Well, they're dead," he said flatly. It was the only thing he could think of that wouldn't involve a great amount of prying.
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Posted: Sun Jul 14, 2013 12:51 am
"Oh, well," That was kind of a conversation killer.
Zia sat back upright and flopped against the back of the couch, crossing arms and legs as she thought about how to fix what she was building up to, and then she realized she was failing at showing what was probably the proper amount of human sympathy.
"Er-- uh... recently? I mean, when?" She was already mentally calculating when she'd met him and if he had shown any particular signs of grief and distress, or if she'd even recognize such things in his behavior.
"I mean-- I'm sorry!" Right, people offered condolences. Oops.
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Posted: Sun Jul 14, 2013 6:48 pm
Pascal's body slumped back against the couch and his head fell against the palm of his hand as it pushed against the back of the couch to look at Zia. He sighed a bit, and shrugged. Her bodily reactions were amusing to Pascal but at the same time condolences were tiresome. He could only accept it, and brush it off as fast as he could.
"It's been a few years, don't worry about it."
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Posted: Sun Jul 21, 2013 5:30 pm
"Seems rather unfair," Zia mumbled, looking off at some other thing adjacent to his direction. "My father's nearly 80 and somehow still very much alive and making people miserable off in a suburban gated community and your parents--"
When were life's random events ever fair, though?
"My mother wants to meet you," And the real topic finally came out as her arms crossed a little tighter across her chest. "And I don't mean to posit this as some attempt at making things more serious then they were meant to be by getting you to meet her."
After a long pause, she cleared her throat and mumbled something like, "Unless that's what you want."
With almost no provocation, as if to prove this was Caroline's initiation and not her's, Zia tossed the invitation to a pool party on her pent house roof, with her agency's logo plastered on the very official looking, pin up model laden pamphlet inviting one to an exclusive penthouse party to mingle and network. However, there was a handwritten note scribbled in sharpie over the official jargon that looked childish in comparison.
You should come, baby!! I haven't seen you in soooooo long!!!!
And bring your new boy toy.
XOXOXOX ❤ Mommy
"I hate her, you know," Zia muttered, as if she needed to defend herself from associating with such an airhead who supplied half of her DNA. "But... not enough to not occasionally try to keep her appeased and off my case."
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Posted: Mon Jul 22, 2013 7:17 pm
Pascal knew there was some sort of reason to this madness and in time it revealed itself. He found himself with a knowing smile on his face when she admitted things, and it only seemed to widen further when she showed her proof to him that her mother actually wanted to meet him. The invitation was fine but what had his smile go ear to ear was the scribbling at the bottom.
With a careful and skillful hand, Pascal grabbed Zia and pulled her over top of him.
"Boy toy, huh? You should have told me baby," he teased.
Of course, her mother's childish nature written across an invitation should have rung a few bells, along with the word 'my father's nearly 80' but Pascal's good mood pushed that aside for a chance to act the part of Zia's boy toy.
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Posted: Sat Jul 27, 2013 5:48 pm
Zia's pout only faltered for a moment when she was pulled over, but went through almost instinctual motions to rest on top of him before she grabbed the sides of his face and went back to pouting.
"When I was teenager she hit on every boy I even looked at," She complained. "Her boobs are fake, you know." It didn't take a labeled hammer to announce the fact there was some weird vibe of competition between them instead of the mother-daughter relationship that should be there.
As if to emphasize this, she traded smooshing his face to possessively grab his shirt, and didn't even realize she had. "You can say no, you know, you don't have to go."
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Posted: Thu Aug 08, 2013 6:34 pm
Pascal could do nothing but smile, and even further laugh.
"Are you worried I will leave you for her? Is she that hot?" He joked.
There he took her hand in his and brought it to his lips, kissing it gently.
"I will go wherever you want me to."
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