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Post by Izzy Morris on Aug 26, 2009 21:49:23 GMT -5
I took the bottle with out any sort of objection. It did my mind great good to know that not only the fact that I didn’t need to hide my feelings from him anymore, but also that he shared the feelings. “Well if you insist on helping then I suppose I can’t object.” I opened the water, took a sip, and then capped it again. “To be honest I wasn’t sure how I was going to do it by myself.”
The next couple of hours went by with out any major disasters, just the occasional dropped box here and there. But finally the room was finished and all the moving was done. It looked like my room just moved around. It also felt homier here too. “Well that’s that.” I lined up at the edge of my bed and then just fell back.
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Post by Shannon on Aug 26, 2009 22:02:45 GMT -5
I leaned against the wall near the bed. "You did bring an alarm clock of some kind, right?" I wasn't a morning person and the closest thing I could probably do to waking her up was my erratic stumbling around the apartment in the morning. I knocked stuff over a lot but I wasn't sure if that was the kind of thing she wanted to wake up to.
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Post by Izzy Morris on Aug 26, 2009 22:59:57 GMT -5
I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket and held it out for Shannon to see. “This is what I use to wake me up, so I guess that’s a yes.” I slid it back into my pocket without another look at it. “So Shannon, are you hungry?” I sat up on the bed and turned sideways so I could see him better.
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Post by Shannon on Aug 26, 2009 23:24:10 GMT -5
I stuck my hands in my pockets. "We can go to the kitchen to find something." My refrigerator was full. I had gotten all the regular supplies. Now that I thought about it, eating was another thing I hadn't done much of in the past week. I just never felt like eating, still didn't. It probably had to do with the fact that I was still uneasy about moving.
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Post by Izzy Morris on Aug 26, 2009 23:37:56 GMT -5
I jumped off the bed and rushed to the door of my room. I stopped in the door and looked back. “So hey what do you say I cook us dinner tonight, I’ll need to raid the kitchen to see what you have to work with and from there I can figure out dinner.” I pranced to the kitchen to peruse the pickings.
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Post by Shannon on Aug 27, 2009 0:58:17 GMT -5
I nodded and followed her. "Works for me." I walked into the kitchen and sat cross-legged on a kitchen bar stool, somehow keeping my balance on the small surface. I teetered back and forth, reassuring myself that I wasn't going to fall. I pulled a magazine toward me. It was one of Jase's body modification magazines. He found most of his ideas in these types of magazines. And then I usually got stuck with the job of making sure he took care of it afterward.
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Post by Izzy Morris on Aug 27, 2009 21:14:10 GMT -5
I pulled my head out of the fridge, a package of chicken in hand. I slapped it down on the counter and looked at it for a moment, in the back of my mind wondering if it was going to grow legs and walk away. When it didn’t I dismissed the thought and looked back to Shannon. “So what do you say to Garlic Chicken? I can add some frozen vegetables on the side if you want.” I smiled warmly waiting to see what he had to say.
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Post by Shannon on Aug 27, 2009 21:21:18 GMT -5
I chewed on my thumbnail. "Sounds good." I wondered vaguely why everything seemed to be frozen these days. I dismissed the thought. I tore pieces off of a napkin, using them to mark specific pages in the magazine. Most of them were marked because Jase had either thought about getting them or already had one. Even thought he was older, most of the time it seemed like I was the more responsible one.
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Post by Izzy Morris on Aug 27, 2009 21:34:25 GMT -5
I nodded once and went about getting things ready. It didn’t take me long to figure out the kitchen being as I spent a lot of time here anyway. I heated the oil in the skillet and put in the chicken after picking the good meat. Added the pepper and the salt and watched it cook for a while. “So when was the last time you heard from Jase?”
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Post by Shannon on Aug 27, 2009 21:44:00 GMT -5
I thought about the question for a moment while pulling a particularly long piece of the napkin off. I probably looked insane while doing so. "I guess.... yesterday probably. I called him while I was breaking a mirror. Patio tiles are particularly useful for that." I rocked back and forth on the barstool again, making myself more comfortable. "I should probably call him and tell him about the folder." Though I voiced the idea, I made no move to actually do so.
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Post by Izzy Morris on Aug 27, 2009 21:54:40 GMT -5
I flinched at the mention of the folder but didn’t think on it too long. I heard the chicken sizzling in the pot so I had to turn in and start on the other side. While that was going one I prepared the veggies and popped them in the microwave. I had set the time but didn’t press the start button yet. I walked back over to Shannon and leaned on the counter. “So what did he have to say?” I was tempted to add an insult somewhere in there but decided not to.
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Post by Shannon on Aug 27, 2009 22:10:19 GMT -5
I flipped a page in the magazine, the paper sticking to my finger. "Well, he told me I needed to go to the Underground and take pictures so he would know the layout of the building. Then we got onto the topic of this kinda thing." I picked the magazine up between my thumb and forefinger and waved it back and forth before setting it down again. "I told him he would do no such thing because he is lazy, and irresponsible and probably wouldn't take care of it since I'm not there. The last thing he needs is some kind of infection which he would simply ignore." I looked up at her. "We have the loveliest conversations."
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Post by Izzy Morris on Aug 28, 2009 0:17:45 GMT -5
All I could do the entire time was stare blankly at him. Nothing he was telling me came as a surprise to me. The only thing that would shock me would be the coming out of Jase becoming a gentleman. When he finished I went back over to the chicken and flipped it one more time. Once it finished I took it out and turned the oven down. This time I put cloves of garlic in with the left over oil and cooked that for a while. “So he’s still the careless beastie boy that he was when I met him…no surprise there.” I’m not sure if my voice could have gotten any dryer.
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Post by Shannon on Aug 28, 2009 0:23:27 GMT -5
I leaned my elbow on the kitchen island and rested my chin against my hand. "He wouldn't be Jase if he wasn't. Though his skin is a little bit more colorful and he has a few new piercings and body mods since you last saw him." Jase had strange hobbies. I was glad he actually listened to my opinion on things before he did them though. It saved him a lot of trouble in the long run.
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Post by Izzy Morris on Aug 28, 2009 15:15:45 GMT -5
“Okay so now that we’ve established that Jase is a beastie boy with color on his skin, is there anything exciting that you did after I left Romania? I mean anything you didn’t write about that is.” I smiled at him before going back over to the stove to put the chicken back in and add vinegar and broth. Once it was done broiling I turned the heat down and put a lid on the skillet. “Heads up this next part takes a little over a half an hour.” I sat down next to him only to stare at the counter.
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