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Post by SANDRA HARU CHANG on Jul 10, 2012 21:04:44 GMT -5
As long as she'd ever known him, Devin had always been so willing to go along with whatever people said. This time it was funny and kind of adorable, the look on his face even as he agreed, as if it were the kind of thing he would be able to control. "I mean it too!" she said, trying to sound serious, but it was hard. She was rarely serious -- certainly not around Devin. Their conversations were usually all over the place, ridiculous -- she kind of liked it that way. "If you get a headache, you'll... you'll have to pay!" She tried to look threatening and failed. Sandra was seriously not cut out for that kind of thing.
She followed his pointing over to where his gaming consoles lay. Sandra didn't know much about video games, at least not like Devin did, but she did have to admit that they were pretty fun. Mostly she liked her Nintendo games, though, but she was maybe kind of a dork like that. One of these days she would find the Wii wherever they had left it... Was it at home? Maybe Matthew had taken it with him and it was just hiding in the apartment somewhere. "Nope, just gamers yelling at each other," she said, giggling. That was what she had gained from watching a few people playing video games, anyway. She knew that her Mario Party games could get intense. "But yeah, much better than soap operas. In any language." She nodded her agreement.
Devin was way too happy for someone who was discussing getting hurt, but she couldn't even help but smile back. There was never anything to worry about with Devin there -- not that she worried much in general, to be perfectly honest, but Sandra could at least feel the difference... or it was possible that she was imagining it. Whatever the case, it existed at least to her, if not in real life to other people. "Are you sure? Because it happens way too often to be an accident..." she said, eyeing him as if suspicious. Then again, she couldn't talk either. She was actually a regular visitor at the medical wing up at the Academy, though fortunately in Sandra's case it was mainly for little things -- scratches and bruises, things she mostly inflicted upon herself by walking into doors or something stupid like that. "Good! Until then... no skydiving off of the Academy roof for you," she ordered sternly, remembering their conversation at prom. Oh, prom. Prom had been fun -- it felt like just yesterday and yet years ago somehow at once. She really couldn't have asked for a better prom date, though -- and for some reason the thought made her blush now even when it hadn't before, hadn't bothered her at all when they'd been at prom. Ugh... ugh. Sandra felt jittery -- or something -- all over again.
"You started it..." she whined right back. Ugh, food. Fooooood. Sandra was pretty sure most people didn't love food this much, but then again most people were boring. "I have food! Though I'll probably just raid your fridge later if it gets that bad," she told him as if stating a fact, smiling a little. She giggled at his next words, though. Oh, payment in cheeseburgers made by Devin. This didn't sound like a bad job at all! She'd definitely work there without fuss. "Awww, you'd operate a stove for me! That's true -- friendship." Part of her had wanted to say true love, which she had really meant the same way without being as wordy as "friendship"... but for some reason it felt like the word was a taboo now or something, like she shouldn't mention it even when she didn't mean anything by it at all. Of course Sandra loved Devin, thoguh. She loved all of her friends, loved people in general even when she knew next to nothing about some of them. "Good. And you'd better tell me if you ever randomly develop powers. Like Spiderman or something." She smiled.
The girl fell asleep so often that it didn't even make sense at this point, to be honest. People often suggested to her that she had narcolepsy or something, but she was pretty sure it wasn't true -- she had Googled it once, and honestly the only possible symptom she had was that she fell asleep during the day. She was pretty sure that was just because she liked to sleep, too. Whatever the case, she tried to fight it for a while -- even movies she liked were difficult to stay awake during -- but managed to fall asleep anyway. She stirred when she felt something or someone brush against her face, and still honestly mostly asleep, she leaned into the touch, her eyes staying closed. She didn't even know where she was, honestly, except that she was somewhere between being asleep and being semi-awake -- in what seemed like the very far distance, she could hear the movie and pick out the voices as familiar ones, but she was too lazy to try to figure out the words, and really she was comfortable with some mysterious fingers brushing away her hair while she stayed mostly-asleep. Devin's voice woke her up, though, and it took her a little while to figure out where she was. He was withdrawing his fingers -- so it had been Devin after all, and with his realization she felt her face growing hot again. "Uh... um." Ugh, Sandra was definitely blushing, she knew it. "Sorry, sorry sorry, did I miss anything?" She felt so awkward, though, and perhaps in some kind of very mild panic, she started rambling. "How long was I asleep? What time is it?! I should probably go home soon, Matthew will be back soon and, and, uh, we should have dinner and stuff, and... Uh..." Sandra only rarely ever actually ran out of words to say.
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Post by DEVIN JAMES THATCHER on Jul 11, 2012 20:00:06 GMT -5
Devin could not help but laugh outright at her threat, knowing full well that Sandra was not the type of person to harm someone (verbally or physically). Her attempts were so adorable, really. Reminded him vaguely of himself in the sense that he tried to act intimidating but frequently failed. There were a few people he knew could be scary without even trying to, and sometimes he envied their abilities to give one of those 'if looks could kill' stares. Then again, Devin wouldn't be Devin if he were like that. "I'll have to pay, eh?" He replied, clearly curious about what sort of punishment would be in store for something like that. "...you wouldn't hide my Advil from me, would you?" That would be the worst torture. A headache without remedy.
"What could be more fun than listening to that for hours on end?" Devin chirped cheerfully. He was teasing of course; sometimes he would mute the TV or his headset and listen to music instead. Dubstep was always a good genre when you were in the heat of the moment. No distracting lyrics and it amped him up. Not that it took much to do that. "I guess it depends on whether you like listening to 'Oh my god you stole my boyfriend'!" Which was said in a high pitched squealy voice that was hardly manageable by someone like Devin. His voice was considerably deep, which was funny considering his height and squishiness. "Or 'what the fuck you shot me!' through a headset." He chose, at least for him, the lesser of two evils. He'd much rather listen to guys try and verbally compare dick sizes than watch a woman sob over a man who probably died ten times in the past two seasons. Coming back to life repeatedly did sound interesting though.
Devin patted his stomach and could almost hear it rumbling at him at the thought of food. He should probably set a limit to how much he ate in a given day but nope. Why deny himself the pleasures of life? "Raid away my dear," He gestured to the fridge in the kitchen, which was visible from the living room. They were connected after all. "I have plenty for you to munch on. You can check out the pantry too if you're interested." Judith helped keep everything stocked. What with all three of them there now, it was necessary. He hoped they would find a house soon though. Dealing with this small space with three people was a pain in the ass. "And if I didn't know how to operate a stove, I would learn just for you!" He totally missed her hesitation, oblivious to what she really wanted to say. Had Sandra actually put those words out there Devin might have felt his face grow warm. It would not be a serious thing but at the same time... "That's the whole point of secret identities though!" Devin argued, glad for a change in his train of thought. "I can't just...tell people that I suddenly turned amazingly awesome." What sort of super power would he want anyway? He had no idea.
For the most part, he had been distracted by the movie. Probably for the best, too, considering the awkwardness that hung in the air after Annabel walked into the room. Maybe it was weird before that but he had been so focused on Sandra that he did not pay much attention. Devin found himself captivated when she looked at him, smiled at him, anything. Normally he would have blown it off and not thought much of it because he did tend to do that at times, but when the boy felt his face grow warm it was sort of hard to pass off as just something 'normal'. He even noticed that Sandra seemed more on edge, and he was not sure how to deal with that. Devin did not like people to feel uncomfortable around him. Was that what it was? Her being uncomfortable? Even so he could not resist touching her again. Brushing the hair out of her face and gazing down with a soft expression. She leaned into his hand; although it looked as though she were still sleeping, Devin could not help but smile and briefly caress her cheek. Fortunately she woke up about the time he pulled away. He tilted his head; she was looking flushed again. Is she okay? It was amusing that he knew how he was feeling but not everything she did was registering as being the same thing. "You missed a bit, but the glory of DVD's is they are easy to rewind." He smiled at her, then frowned when she began to panic. Was it really that late? This was seriously concerning Devin. "Oh...well, if you need to go home that's fine. I should probably uhm...get to making dinner for Athena and Judith too. So...yeah. I'll talk to you later though!" Now he was nervous. After a minute or two he called for Athena to help walk Sandra to the door since he could not do so himself. What is happening?
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