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Post by MATTHEW FUYU CHANG on Apr 15, 2012 22:57:03 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 425px;] It's hard to try and gauge how much food he has to buy, now that Sandra's going to be living with him. It doesn't help that he tends to eat enough for two people regardless, but to take another person into consideration is something that Matt didn't expect to be so difficult. For one, he had no idea what Sandra even liked to eat besides candy, and he may not know a lot about nutrition, but he knows that a person can't survive on candy. Besides, he really doesn't want to hear the tongue-lashing from his parents about future dental bills. Really, though, most of Matt's concern had to do with whether he can make anything edible by her standards. He's not a bad cook -- far from it. He's just simple.
Ambling down the bread and pasta aisle, Matthew aimlessly tosses an extra loaf of bread into his basket, along with a few more boxes of pasta. And on a second thought, he gets a bag of rice, even though he already has some at home, but he knows there's only a half-bag. Then he decides that his basket is friggin' heavy and he hasn't even approached the dairy aisle yet so he switches from basket to cart and proceeds to feel ridiculous, pushing around a giant grocery cart with enough food to feed a family of four and looking no older than eighteen. He considers cutting his caloric intake for approximately forty seconds before shunting that idea and getting string cheese. Because, hello, string cheese.
Somehow, he wrestles the bags of groceries up to the apartment, gingerly pushing the front door open, just in case Sandra had something random behind the door. He had left Sandra behind to unpack her things, and he knew that hoping she was done would be too much to ask for, as various boxes came into view as the door creaked open. "Are you alive, at least?" Matthew calls out, only slightly in jest. He wouldn't be surprised to see Sandra buried under a mountain of bed sheets and simply too lazy to try to extricate herself from it. Careful not to trip and bust his head open, he tosses the bags in his hands onto the kitchen counter, giving him a moment to close and lock the front door and to breathe before starting to put them away in their appropriate spots.
Yogurt, cream cheese, string cheese, butter. Cereal, Pop Tarts, Nutella, peanut butter (and crap, he forgot jam). Pretzels, tomato sauce, canned soup. Coffee. Tea. Orange juice. Milk. As Matthew continues to put everything away, making a mental list of anything he had forgotten, the fridge and pantry fill up, close to max. It might seem like a ton (Matthew also thinks he may have exaggerated both their eating habits) but Matthew's actually not too fond of the act of grocery shopping, and so the more he buys at once, the longer he has before he has to go again. With the last of the bread shoved unceremoniously into the bread box, he carefully stows the plastic bags away for future use, grabs a packet of M&M's and pokes his head into Sandra's room. "Silence when someone asks if you're alive usually means you're dead, you know," he points out, tossing the M&M's onto the still unmade bed. |
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Post by SANDRA HARU CHANG on Apr 16, 2012 14:20:46 GMT -5
Sandra was, in a way, sad that she was no longer living in a dorm at the Academy. There was something nice about the Academy, being surrounded by elementals everywhere. It wasn't like she was leaving school, though -- she'd just be living elsewhere while attending school, and that was okay with her, in the end, even though on the outside she mostly moved in with Matthew because her parents had said so. They could make sure someone was keeping on eye on her this way (as if she'd been committing crimes these past months at the Academy while Matt had been back home), and they would save money in the long run without having to worry about a dorm and such, and perhaps most importantly, maybe Matt's work ethic would rub off on her. Sandra would have pointed out that, really, they had lived together for pretty much their entire lives, and this wouldn't change anything, but she didn't.
She was okay with it. She and Matthew got along, even through the nagging, and there were advantages to living outside of the dorms too. The only really annoying part of this, she guessed, was that she had to move all her things, but hey, if she could do it between school years going from the Hollow to Vancouver (and then back) then she could do it now. With the help of a few different friends throughout the day, past few days, she'd packed her stuff together -- her friends were good about it for the most part, especially when it came to "hey, I'll never read that book again, keep it!" or "have some, Matthew would just be annoyed if I brought too many sweets." Today, the boxes were loaded onto Matt's car and they'd come back to the apartment (a place she was really already familiar with, luckily) and then he'd left her to unpack. This was all good and fine up to the unpacking part, which was when Sandra started flopping around on the bed that was now hers.
There were a few things that she'd done. The hot sauce had already been carefully tucked into spot in the back of the fridge that she was now claiming as hers, her box of candy and such was hidden under the bed, and Roosevelt already had a perch on top of her desk. About half of her clothes were shoved lazily into the closet to be dealt with later, and the rest of them were still lying around elsewhere in the apartment. She was looking through a box that sat with her on the bed, searching for a pillowcase (because she knew she'd put it here somewhere!) when Matt entered, and in all honesty just couldn't be bothered to answer. So she didn't. It obviously didn't bother him very much, because he didn't come in to check up on her until a few minutes later, by which time she'd taken her quest for the almighty pillowcase into her closet with the idea that she might have thrown it in with some clothes... Or something. She poked her head out of the closet to say hi, but what instead came out was, "M&M's!" She opened the packet a little bit too enthusiastically, but caught the stray chocolates as they fell. "Should've known I wasn't dead, though. You'd be the first person on my list to come back and haunt," she told him matter-of-factly, popping the M&M's into her mouth and then offering him the open side of the packet.
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Post by MATTHEW FUYU CHANG on Apr 17, 2012 8:51:24 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 425px;] At first, Matthew wasn't really sure if he wanted his sister in his apartment, cramping up his style. True, he had a spare bedroom, but that didn't mean he hadn't been actively seeking a roommate (it was on his to-do list, all right, right after buy books for class and bake brownies). Also, there was a part of him that just felt a little odd, sharing an apartment with his sister. He knew they got along pretty okay, and they never fought over anything huge -- as a matter of fact, the only time they ever got into minor arguments was probably due to his lecturing her -- but still, sharing his apartment with his sister still in high school sounded a bit off. But his parents ended up insisting, and when they offered to help out and pay half the rent, he really couldn't say no at that point. Not for the first time since the arrangement was made, Matthew thanked his lucky stars that they didn't have any secret resentment for each other. That...would probably be very, very bad. (At least, he's pretty sure they held no secret resentment for each other. Sandra didn't seem capable of that and Matt's emotions write themselves all over his face. ...it wouldn't be very secret at all.)
When he heard Sandra exclaim in greeting after he called out to her the second time, Matthew pushed the door to her room further, taking the scene in. In true Sandra fashion, her room was basically a hot mess. Thinking on it, it would probably take a miracle worker to be able to unpack everything they owned in the span of a grocery store trip, so he wasn't all that surprised. He really wasn't surprised, period, no matter how one chose to look at the situation; an hour wasn't even time to unpack, and...well, this was Sandra. As it were, he should be glad that it didn't look like a bomb had exploded, so that was progress! Or something like it. He did, however, roll his eyes when she practically tore into the packet of M&M's with the power of two wildebeests descending on its meal for the day, scattering a few around, but judging by the way Sandra expertly caught them all, she must be well-versed in the art of flyaway M&M's. He toed some things out of the doorway, taking a few steps to the bed where he sat down on the edge, holding his hand out for his sister to pour some M&M's into his hand. They were the pretzel kind -- his favorite.
"I can't decide if you would be worse as a ghost," he deadpanned in response, taking his hand away from the flow of M&M's, starting to eat them, grouped up in similar colors. Blue and a yellow together, then a green. Repeat. As he did so, he glanced around the room, noting her teddy bear on her desk and clothes tumbling out of the closet. "So," he began, tucking his legs up underneath him, sitting cross-legged on her bed. "I think we should probably go over some basic rules that we can agree on. For instance, boys that potentially could be more than friends are allowed over as long as I'm also here, and they can't stay over." He started eating the red pieces of candy in his palm. "And I mean, the reverse is true, too. In the interest of fairness and all." |
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Post by SANDRA HARU CHANG on Apr 17, 2012 23:06:54 GMT -5
Sandra didn't take as much care as Matt did when eating her M&M's, just popped a bunch in her mouth (making it pretty difficult to chew) and then pouring a few more into her hand. The red ones always went last, though, even if these weren't Smarties -- it was a rule or something. By the end of eating these things, Sandra usually had a bit of red food colouring left sticking to her hand still. "I would be equally awesome as a ghost, if that's what you're getting at," she corrected, nodding andt this time just passing the bag back into his hands so he could get some more himself if he wanted, then sprawling back out on the bare mattress. She was wide awake, though, despite lying down... and even Sandra couldn't fall asleep when someone was talking to her, at least not unless that person was extremely boring. (Matthew had his moments, sure, but he usually wasn't that boring... She didn't mean it, though. Mostly.)
She nodded to confirm the fairness of this rule, then realized that this wasn't a very effective gesture when she was lying down, and sat back up -- a little too quickly. Shaking the dizziness off, she answered, "Sounds good!" without much complaint. She wasn't sure she'd actually tell Mattie if a guy did happen to be potentially-more-than-friends, at least not outright, but it seemed a fair enough rule. He always had ways of finding out anyway, or she'd mention things in passing. Even so, she didn't really think this was something he had to worry about. She also didn't really know if said reverse was something she had to worry about, either, but then again she didn't stalk her brother's love life. "So if you happen to require my presence in the apartment when a girl is over, that means she could potentially be more than friends. Gotcha." She giggled a little as she reached over for a few more M&M's, wondering why she'd handed them over to him in the first place. "Fair enough! What else?"
(EARLIER THAN EXPECTED but to be fair, it's short. |D)
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Post by MATTHEW FUYU CHANG on Apr 19, 2012 10:05:48 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 425px;] Matthew couldn't help but roll his eyes at the fact that Sandra thought she was awesome, which, by all definitions in the sibling code, he had to disagree with. "I think you mean that it would be an actual excuse for you not to do any of your homework," he remarked, dumping a few more M&M's into his hand. "Except you do know that means you can't eat anything, right?" |
[/color] Her flopping around on the mattress made him jerk a little, a random M&M falling out of his hand and onto the bed. Even though it was just the bed, he still scrambled to reach for it, almost spilling the rest of the bag, but managing to save them all as he rebalanced himself. He even found the one that fell out first. He hadn't considered the reverse being true fully, he realized, because how embarrassing would it be if he did want to bring a girl home but couldn't because Sandra wasn't there? But, he reasoned to himself as he absentmindedly handed the bag of M&M's back to Sandra (why had she given it to him to begin with, then? Jeez.) he was in college, and better yet, he didn't even go to college at the Academy, so that meant friends (and girls) with dorms and apartments of their own that were probably much closer to his college campus, at the very least, so he wouldn't have to worry about bringing friends (and girls) back to the apartment much at all. ...not like he had much luck to go on with the whole and girls aspect, but it was good to know he could be sneaky if he really needed to. He at least had that option. ...Sandra had that option, too, he supposed, but as awful he seemed about the whole if you have impure thoughts about my sister I will shank you thing, he wasn't all that serious about it. The threat still stood, of course, should Sandra be hurt, but if she was happy, well...he couldn't really say much about it, could he? "Right. Um, other than that, I don't know. Don't feel like you have to do dishes right away, but we should switch off on dish washing duty when we can't avoid it anymore. We can do laundry together at the laundromat. Uh...if there's something that explicitly belongs to either of us in the fridge, we should label it?"[/color] he said, leaning back on his hands, tilting his head to the side in concentration. Now that he thought about it, there wasn't many rules he could think of. Even he thought he would be much more strict than this. [ omg i'm sorry i'm tl;dr-ing even though we said to keep this shit short x_____X i can't handle my word vomit gene ][/div][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by SANDRA HARU CHANG on Apr 19, 2012 13:58:50 GMT -5
Sandra was kind of willing to do pretty much anything to avoid doing homework (and her teachers would have backed her up on that statement) but she was pretty sure that dying wasn't on that long list. "I have lots of reasons not to do homework," she pointed out, "and they're all actual reasons!" She'd do homework when she thought she had to do homework, and so long as her marks weren't slipping low enough for their parents to worry, she wasn't sure why Matthew would be concerned about her lack of ability to do homework, too. She did the important things, the essays and the like. It was mostly textbook questions and worksheets that she skived off to do "another day" (except that eventually the final day came and she hadn't yet and was still too lazy, so she never did).
His "right" didn't come with much conviction, but it wasn't like Sandra was the kind to hold him to a rule like that anyway. It was technically his apartment, after all; she was kind of like the roommate that was just going to bum around. He was still just her brother, not her mom or something. She figured Matthew was smart enough to know this, though, and she didn't bother saying so. "Okay," she agreed with a shrug, much more okay with dishes and other random chores than she would have been with homework. She was glad that he didn't seem to really mention this as a rule, because if this were the case she'd probably be forced to re-pack everything and move out right at that moment. "Okay... fair enough." She hadn't put anything in the fridge besides her numerous bottles of hot sauce, but he was welcome to any and all of them so long as one of them remembered to buy more, so she didn't say anything else about that.
There was a bit of a pause while she chewed on more M&M's before she said, "...You don't have as many rules as Mom and Dad, do you." Neither of them were really hard to live with, luckily -- even she would get annoyed with a particularly irritating roommate, and she wouldn't want to be the burden on her brother, either. It was, for all intents and purposes, really his place. At home, things were pretty different for both of them -- curfews that progressively got later as they got older, chores that didn't seem to change at all (but then again Sandra was lazy), and all that jazz. Life made way more sense this way, though. Still, okay as she was with moving in, she would mostly be concerned about Matthew, considering that he'd been on his own for a while, and she was pretty sure most teenage guys didn't want to live with their little sisters. (It was hard to tell, though.) She figured that it was probably just best to ask. Matt was a pretty bad liar, anyway... not that she could talk. "Hmmmmm. You sure you're okay with this, though?"
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Post by MATTHEW FUYU CHANG on Apr 20, 2012 9:53:39 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 425px;] Huh. He cocked his head to the side, pondering the question posed to him, and thought about the answer. In retrospect, there really wasn't enough time to think about whether he was all right with it or not -- the past few months had seemed like a blur, to be honest, from the initial drive back to Maple Hollow, his life packed up in boxes and in tow (again), but this time probably for good. Then there was the start of classes in a school format that he wasn't really used to yet, seeing as his high school experience had been different from everyone else at his school. There was also finding a job so he didn't starve to death, trying to find a roommate so he wasn't stuck with the rent alone, but trying to find one in the midst of all the other things he had to do was almost impossible. And then his parents stepped in and pitched the idea of Sandra moving in, but pitching an idea was more like by the way this is what's going to happen, we just want you to think you have something resembling a choice when you really don't. And now...well, Sandra was here. So, in all honesty, it didn't seem like he had that much time to really think about this change in living arrangement, but he does know that his gut reaction wasn't a horrific, choking no, so he must have been okay with it on some level. But now that he had the time to really think about it, he was actually pretty okay with it. It wasn't just because he could keep an eye on her -- he actually didn't believe that she needed to be watched after, as she had a really good head on her shoulders and he trusted her not to do anything stupid -- but in terms of finding a roommate, it was already a better arrangement because they had already lived much of their lives together anyway. He knew most of her habits, good or bad, and he was sure she probably knew his. It'd kind of be like living at home again -- just without the parents and the distinct lack of rules. And, he mulled over, he knew perfectly well that he didn't have anything to worry about when it came to making sure she was cared for and looked after, but...well. He wanted to, and he supposed that sort of made all the difference.
"Yeah, I am. Why wouldn't I be? You're my little sis." Matt shrugged. "I mean, I know you. I know I don't have to worry about you like...I don't know, getting addicted to heroin or something. Though," he began as an afterthought. "It would be impressive that you found heroin somewhere here." He didn't know why he chose heroin, of all things, to use in this conversation, but it was too late. Then again, not much else could be worse than that. He supposed. Or something. Maple Hollow was such a quiet town in the middle of no where that his first impression when he came to the Academy was that dancing must be outlawed here, like in that one really terrible movie. "How about you, though? Are you okay with it?" |
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Post by SANDRA HARU CHANG on Apr 24, 2012 18:57:34 GMT -5
Sandra knew that, considering the way things had gone down, it hadn't really been Matt's choice for her to move in. It hadn't really been hers, either, though. She liked the Academy -- enough that she would have been totally okay with spending the remainder of this year and the next there. It was, probably, a safe enough bet there anyway, because that way she wouldn't have been bothering anyone else by hanging around all the time considering it was a freaking castle so, by anyone's standards, there was plenty of space to spread out and avoid people in. (This proved to be a pretty useful thing when she managed to annoy some of the Fires, too.) Still, this was okay. She was obviously still able to attend the Academy, ahd had the benefit of being around her brother -- who, she'd admit, she'd kind of missed when she'd come back this January and he'd stayed behind in Vancouver.
She was glad, though, to hear that he was okay with it too, considering the fact that their parents had kind of just laid down the law for the entire thing. (He'd said yes, obviously, but it probably wouldn't have been a very good position to say no in.) "Ew. I don't need to end up like those kids on those drug abuse commercials." She made a face, thinking of TV images that had basically haunted her childhood -- and, really, still kind of freaked her out, probably at least part of the reason she was so, uh, straight-edge. "Plus, Mom and Dad would kill me..." So would Matt, for that matter, if he got to her first, which was pretty likely considering Vancouver was still a good amount of time away. "Plus, that's true, where would I even find heroin around here?" Some of the downtown areas were a bit sketchy, of course, but on the whole Maple Hollow was a really safe (and more or less drug-free) place to live... and relatively small, definitely, compared to where she and Matt had grown up. She didn't have to consider the question in return much, just going with her instinct. "Yeah! I mean, y'know, just don't expect me to actually do work or anything... and it's definitely not cool if I get grounded..."
She smiled, though, offering him back more M&M's.. "But, uh. You know. Thanks." It was pretty lame, considering, but Sandra never claimed to be good with words. She did appreciate it, though, the fact that he was actually okay with her staying here, especially when it wasn't like she was a particularly useful person to have around -- she didn't do much.
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Post by MATTHEW FUYU CHANG on Apr 25, 2012 9:26:06 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 425px;] "Don't be ridiculous, I wouldn't ground you," |
[/color] Matthew rolled his eyes, then flashed her a winning smile. "I seem to have acquired mom's talent to lecture, so that's probably more than enough."[/color] It wasn't like he was proud of that. No one actually wants to be like their mother growing up, after all, but Matthew had long since accepted the fact that when he was agitated, he lectured. It was a habit he knew he had to break soon enough, but that was hard when he was only eighteen and felt like he had his entire life in his hands. "I'm just kidding. I trust you, but don't think you can back out of dishes. Or laundry. And no using Roosevelt as an excuse, teddy bears can't get sick."[/color] Matthew added, gesturing to her teddy bear on the desk. "And please, for the love of our father Water elemental, don't just eat hot sauce. You'll explode."[/color] Matthew said, recalling the numerous bottles of hot sauce already taking up space in the fridge, and couldn't fathom how anyone could possibly use that much. But then again, Sandra was special. He was surprised she still had any working taste buds left, truth be told. . He took the M&M's from her, sorting them out in his palm again while trying not to let this moment devolve into one of those heartwrenching, special family moments. That was just unbecoming, honestly, and he had something of a reputation to hold. Maybe. He might have a reputation to hold, perhaps. He tossed a yellow M&M up in the air, and caught it with his mouth. "No need to get mushy, ew. You can say thanks by unpacking the rest of your stuff and getting those boxes out of my living room,"[/color] Matt said while poking around the cardboard box next to the bed. He supposed he could help her out -- it would probably go by much faster if it was the two of them doing it. As long as he didn't have to go near her closet. Plus, there was dinner and what they would eat for it, but despite having gone grocery shopping, he wasn't actually feeling up to cooking anything. He wondered what Sandra felt about take-out. Or pizza. "Hey...what do you want for dinner? I just got groceries and stuff, but we could get pizza or something to celebrate you moving in."[/color] Matthew hoped he wasn't being completely transparent, but he didn't know what would work until he tried![/div][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by SANDRA HARU CHANG on Apr 26, 2012 17:18:43 GMT -5
Lecturing really was probably enough. Sandra wouldn't consider herself eaisly pushed around -- pfft, she'd like to see the person who tried at this point, if they thought she was an easy victim or something -- but there was seriously something about the way their mom's lecturing always went that made Sandra cave. She'd been on the receiving end of both of theirs, though -- Matt's weren't nearly as effective, but definitely just as long-winded... or maybe even moreso. It was pretty hard to tell at this point. She didn't count the minutes or anything, just mostly tried to tune it out. "Yo, lectures aren't cool either," she told him, but her perpetual smile probably nullified the point. "Dishes, laundry... easy. Gotcha! Don't worry, Mattie," she started, following his gesture over to Roosevelt and then back again, "I'm not totally useless, you know." She just wave off his comment about the hot sauce, though -- she'd pretty much been drowning meals in it since the age of two (or, okay, ten or something) and she was by no means ready to stop now. "You'd like it too if you could even handle the heat!"
She contemplated just knocking the M&M out of the air as he threw it up, or maybe ninja-flying over the bed and snatching it out of the air without hitting him (and managing to land on her feet, at that)... but Sandra wasn't skilled enough for that. She was pretty good when it came to M&M's, though -- they always seemed to go flying all over the place. "Nooooo," she whined at the thought of having to do work, flopping backwards onto her bed again, holding the bag of M&M's up to avoid spilling the tiny things all over the place. There were only a few left, though, so maybe that wasn't too much of a danger. The two of them together did go through chocolate pretty quickly... oops. She decided that if she had to pack up, though, energy was a pretty good thing, so she took about half of the ones remaining, tossed what was left to Matthew, and then got up, stretching her arms over her head much like she would after just getting up from a nap. The box he'd just been peeking into was just her bedsheets and things, so she figured that could probably wait until she'd moved the rest of the stuff. (It wasn't even like that stuff was necessary for Sandra to sleep, after all. All she needed or wanted was a place to sit or lie down.) She pushed the box of the way to check another one, but it lay forgotten when she realized that there was food to think about. "Eh... You're just being lazy. But pizza's good! Or, or, or... nah. Yeah, let's go with pizza!" She grinned. Pizza was starting to sound pretty good. Plus, cooking involved pots and pans and stuff, which meant more dishes to do later.
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Post by MATTHEW FUYU CHANG on Apr 29, 2012 17:17:42 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 425px;] "Yessssssss," |
[/color] Matthew mocked, reaching into the box of bedlinens and such and pulling out her fitted sheet. "I know you can sleep anywhere, but you and I both know that you would be more comfortable if your bed was made,"[/color] Matt said as he unfolded it, letting it fan out as he did so. He had a brief moment where he figured he should probably put it on the mattress for her, but had a change of heart at the last minute and simply chose to toss it at his sister instead, draping it over her head and shoulder. "And for your information, if I ever do lecture you, I'm not trying to be cool,"[/color] Matthew told her as he got up from the bed. He really did mean that -- there was nothing cool about having an older brother that lectured you all the time, this he knew, but he would if he had to. Thankfully, Sandra didn't tend to incur that sort of thing often, even if she consistently refused to ever do her homework. Crinkling up the M&M bag into a ball and tucking it into his pocket to throw out later when he passed through the kitchen, he idly thought about getting her a garbage can for her room if she didn't have one already -- if he knew his sister at all, she definitely had a secret stash of candy that he didn't the whereabouts of, but oh, he would find out one day. There was no mistaking that. In the meantime, the last thing Matt wanted to see if he ever looked into Sandra's room were candy wrappers everywhere. He yawned, scratching idly at his stomach. For some reason, he was tired -- though it had been quite a tiring day, considering he helped her get her things and the like, and had to help her bring everything upstairs, and on an off day, too. "Hey, I think I have every right to be lazy after dragging you and your boxes of life down one building and up another one!"[/color] Matt yawned again, for good measure, like he was trying to prove a point. He wasn't really sure if it was working, though. "Okay, so pizza it is. What do you want on it?"[/color] Matt asked as he walked out of the room, heading into the kitchen, opening a drawer and pulling out a few take-out menus from around the area, looking for the pizza ones. "Why don't we each pick a topping or something? I for sure want mushrooms,"[/color] Matt continued, a little absently, perusing the menu with great interest. He couldn't remember the last time he ordered out, used to cooking most of the time now, but there was one particular pizza place that was far better than the others...if only he could remember what the name was. It would make looking for their menu in the stack on the kitchen counter much more manageable.[/div][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by SANDRA HARU CHANG on May 1, 2012 19:56:28 GMT -5
"Noooooo," Sandra whined again, ignoring the fact that she was kind of being mocked. She was at work being productive anyway though, or at least she was by Sandra's own standards of "productive". That was probably all Matt should realistically ask for, but hey. She was perusing a box of mismatched things -- half full of clothes, but also half full of random trinkets -- when a giant piece of cloth fell over her head. "Eep!" she squeaked loudly, flailing a little bit to get it off (a difficult task because an elastic had entrapped one of her hands) until she noticed that the pink and brown stripes matched her bedsheets exactly. Oh. She tugged it off more easily now that she knew what it was, walking over to her bed so that she could fit it properly onto the mattress. "And maybe, but laziness always weighs out the comfort," she answered, shaking her head at him but still diligently making her bed. "Toss my blanket?" She caught it in her arms, prepared this time, and then threw it haphazardly over the bed -- good enough! -- before considering what he said "Yeah, but it's like, extra levels of uncoolness."
Pfft, Sandra didn't even have that many things. Okay... okay, she did have too many things, but it wasn't like she was carrying around bricks or something! She'd even given things away to her friends or left them there for safekeeping -- she was sure this had saved them at least two boxes or something to lug. Still, she supposed that for Matt, helping his younger sister move in wasn't exactly the way he wanted to spend his weekend. "I never said it was a bad thing!" she said, blowing her bangs out of her eyes. "Seriously, dude, why would I complain about other people being lazy? That's like... the hypocrite of hypocrites." She ignored his yawning, though, not sure whether he actually was yawning, or just trying to show that he was tired. It probably didn't really matter which one, though. "Okay! Hm," she mused as she followed him out of the room. Unpacking could wait. There was food to order! "Mush--" she started before Matt was done, then stopped as this turned out to be exactly what he said, "Then... Canadian bacon." Okay, so that stuff was just ham in disguise or something -- hell if Sandra knew what the difference was -- but it was pretty damn yummy.
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Post by MATTHEW FUYU CHANG on May 3, 2012 10:15:31 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 425px;] "I wasn't aware that there were levels of uncoolness. I just figured being uncool was uncool." |
[/color] Matt said dryly. His attention wavered as he continued to make sense of the take-out menus before him -- he supposed he looked pretty crazy for being so intent on finding that one particular menu, but if he was going to pay for food, he might as well pay for one that's good rather than mediocre. Becasue at the end, he would just feel unfulfilled and probably cook anyway, and that was just a waste of money, food, and everyone's time. As he kept flipping, he noticed Sandra coming out of her room to follow him -- which figured, considering. He sighed and held up a hand, trying to stop her, leaflets waving in the air. "I'll get Canadian bacon if you keep unpacking. This is supposed to be your home now, and you don't live out of boxes at home, do you?"[/color] Actually, there was a possibility that Sandra did, in fact, live out of boxes while she was at home -- he never went inside her room much. The thought kind of horrified him. "Actually, please don't answer that, I don't want to know the answer,"[/color] Matt added, going back to his pamphlets. Seriously, at this rate, they had to be doubling before his eyes or something because there seemed to be more of them as time went on. He wouldn't put it past advertising industries to come up with some way to make ads multiply, at the least. Sighing -- this was just ridiculous now -- he picked up the entire stack, mixing everything back together, and started to sort them out by category -- Asian food, Italian places, burgers and things. When he was done, he picked up the Italian stack and began to flip through them again, slowly trying to see if any of the places rang a bell. 'Not Antonio's...or Romano's...probably not this weird Italian-Japanese fusion, either...' his mind drolled as he set them aside, one by one. Finally, he came to one that was slightly more crumpled than the rest, and a little bit smaller. "Scotto's? Oh god it was Scotto's!"[/color] he exclaimed, taking the small menu out of the pile and opened it. It must have gotten lost amongst all the other larger menus he had. He grabbed his cell phone and typed in the number, holding the phone to his ear as it began to connect.[/div][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by SANDRA HARU CHANG on May 6, 2012 0:13:09 GMT -5
There were definitely levels of uncoolness, and different ways to be uncool too, and all of these things just fell under the blanket title of "uncool". Sandra thought bullies and jerks were kind of lumped under the same type of uncool -- bullies being slightly worse because, after all, some people were kind of jerks in the amusing and mostly harmless way. Then there were things that were uncool in the literal sense, like fire and toasters, and then things that were uncool in that colloquial sense like not winning something from Tim Hortons during Roll Up the Rim season, or hitting her funny bone. Then there was general uncoolness, and Matt's nagging fell somewhere in here, she was pretty sure. Sandra was about to say so and explain all of this, but upon hearing what he had to say next, she decided that it would be better to keep her mouth shut and carry on with what she'd been doing before. Canadian bacon was worth shutting up for. Her bed still needed pillows, she was pretty sure...
She answered his question anyway as she left to retreat back to her bedroom, though, leaving the door wide open so that she could still be heard. "Nope!" A pause, then she added, "Unless I'm too lazy to unpack. Then... sometimes." She more or less packed up everything once every few months, after all, just for heading back home to Vancouver. While this was kind of different because it was a bit more permanent, which meant she literally had to pack up every single thing, it was... pretty much the same principle. She wondered what she'd do for breaks now anyway, but she figured that her breaks would always fall within Matt's (longer) breaks, so that was a bridge to be crossed when she got there. "But not usually! I mean, no boxes in the dorm, see. I think the grocery store people hate me because I went in there a lot just to grab all their empty boxes, but I mean, I'm pretty sure there's no rule about whether or not you can take those without actually buying... you know, groceries," she chatted along, not even sure if he was listening at this point since he was probably still preoccupied with the take-out menus, but sometimes Sandra kind of just liked to hear the sound of her own voice. When his exclamation told her that he'd found what he was looking for, she got up from looking through another box of clothes and poked her head out of her room at him. "Scotto's? Hey, I love Scotto's!" Then she noticed he was on the phone. "Oops. Sorry!"
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Post by MATTHEW FUYU CHANG on May 8, 2012 8:59:58 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 425px;] As Sandra blabbered on about who knows what -- she tended to do that, and this was a firm reminder that this would be what he had to look forward to from now on, living with Sandra and having to deal with her tendencies to talk -- a lot -- when no one was even around to listen to her. He supposed it could be charming, but really, sometimes he wondered about her. The phone call still rang, and Matthew stuck the call on speakerphone once he realized they weren't going to pick up right away and began to straighten the take-out menu mess he had made. It was amazing how they could pile up when he, in all actuality, hadn't even been living there for that long. Four months didn't seem like a very long time, at least, and definitely not long enough for to amass a stack. Maybe he ought to get a binder. With dividers, even.
As he categorized them, the call finally went through, and a cheery female greeted him with a, 'Scotto's Pizza, how are you this evening?'. He picked up his phone and took it off speakerphone, pressing it back to his ear to answer her questions and return her greeting. "Hello, good evening. Uh...can I get a pizza? Delivery. Pizza delivery." |
[/color] He probably should have made Sandra call instead. He probably sounded like an idiot. "Can I get...mushrooms and bacon? No, wait, not the regular kind, Canadian bacon...yes, mushrooms and Canadian bacon, sorry. Uh...no, I think that'll be all."[/color] Matthew sighed -- he really needed to get a grasp on his whole 'speaking to people he didn't know' thing. How on earth would he even be able to sit down for a job interview after graduation? The girl had laughed it off, though, which made him feel better, somewhat. He thanked her after getting the total and giving them the address and said good night, and hung up, tossing his phone onto the kitchen counter, now on the task of trying to get the take-out menu drawer to close. Stupid things. "Pizza's ordered,"[/color] Matt called out to Sandra, lost somewhere in the depths of her room. "It'll be around half an hour!"[/color] [ uh, sorry it's so short, but i...have nothing else to go on, lol orz ][/div][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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