|
Post by JDGreat on Jul 18, 2012 10:25:47 GMT -8
"Ah, yeah. I gotcha." Rust replied, walking towards the corner. "Helps you're so tall, seriously. I couldn't see a thing!" he joked good naturedly, still feeling a little down, but cheering up in a big way.
As the mechanic sat himself back down in the chair, he surreptitiously put the hood up on his jacket, looking like something out of Assassin's Creed...if AC was set on a beach in the Bermuda triangle and the protagonist wore a sleeveless jacket and jeans.
...so not like AC at all then.
"And at least the muffins are safe. Actually, speaking of which, you thinking of making any for the party? Don't feel pressured, cause Jacob's cooking Mediterranean but it would be kinda cool. And I'd come help if you didn't mind a crappy chef coming along to help out." Rust grinned. "I can fix an oven, but that doesn't mean I can USE one."
|
|
|
Post by SarahSyna on Jul 18, 2012 11:15:14 GMT -8
"Well, I've tried to make myself shorter, but they don't let you cut your feet off just to make you a more manageable size. Maybe you should try growing, huh?" Gabrielle joked, giving him a playful swat on the shoulder. "Haven't you ever gotten the 'eat your greens or God will smite you down' spiel?"
She sat down as well, put her elbows on the table and rested her chin on her interlocked fingers thoughtfully.
"Make muffins? Yeah, I can do that. More than muffins, if you want. Maybe...." she rubbed her chin. "Do you think they'd like tiramisu. No, too messy, no pavlova either... I'll think of something good."
Her attention wandered for a moment and she had to shake herself to get back to the conversation at hand. "And yeah, sure. I'd love some help. Cooking is always a bit more fun with two people."
|
|
|
Post by JDGreat on Jul 18, 2012 11:27:02 GMT -8
"Well, why not? I mean you cut your own finger off once before. I thought feet were the next logical step." Rust grinned from underneath his hood. It did help with a couple of stares, he felt a bit better underneath it. Though it was getting awfully warm under there. "And yes, I did get the eat your greens speech. It doesn't really mean much coming from a woman who's 5'6! Kinda dooms you to shortness at that point." the mechanic explained, with a lamentable sigh.
Watching her think of ideas for the party made the mechanic feel a it more at ease. He liked feeling normal like this. Sure, the giant floating arm was cool, but he was still a teenager. This was just what they did. Though he did laugh at her suggestion.
"Trust me, I'd burn cornflakes. I'm that bad, seriously." Rust warned her.
|
|
|
Post by SarahSyna on Jul 18, 2012 11:45:39 GMT -8
"Well, my mother was about your height and I'm like godamn Goliath over here." Gabrielle said and shrugged.
"I don't know, maybe someone in the family was a really tall bastard but I don't know either side. What I'm trying to say is, hope there's a really tall bastard in your family somewhere. Otherwise," she reached over and patted his head in the most condescending fashion she could, "I'm afraid you're a midget for the rest of your life."
She laughed, both at that and at his comment.
"Then you have to cook with me, because I have to see you break physics."
|
|
|
Post by JDGreat on Jul 18, 2012 11:52:07 GMT -8
"Man, my mom was always the shortarse." Rust chuckled, before...
THUNDERBOLT AND LIGHTNING! VERY VERY FRIGHTNING! ME!
Rust jumped about a foot in the air as his message tone went off. He flicked open his phone and stared.
"Mom just sent a text going 'I know you're talking about me. Stop it.' then done a smiley face... That's some damn impressive woman's intuition there." he whistled, impressed.
"And I dun wanna be a midget..." the mechanic whined like a three year old. "Just you wait, I'll hit another growth spurt. You'll see!"
He just mumbled incoherently in annoyance at her comment on his cooking.
|
|
|
Post by SarahSyna on Jul 18, 2012 12:10:40 GMT -8
Gabrielle leant over to see the text, because somehow she hadn't quite gotten that that's slightly rude to do to someone. She sat back as soon as he read it aloud.
"What, is she psychic or something? Because that's not women's intuition, that's something that the government wants to keep an eye on." she joked as she sat back in the chair, took another muffin and started peeling off the paper. For possibly the first time since Rust had met her, she looked completely relaxed, like she was about to put her feet up on the table.
"Rust, the day you get a growth spurt is the day I'll eat your cooking." she said, gesturing with the muffin, and laughed again. "But really, if you ever get to my height, I'll actually bake you a cake or something."
|
|
|
Post by JDGreat on Jul 18, 2012 12:17:48 GMT -8
"Oh thanks, way to patronise me." Rust grumbled at her offer. "You'll see. I'll get there one day and then you'll have to build me a cake that's as tall as I grow. All 7'4 of me, muahahaha!"
Not knowing why he did the dopey evil laugh, he shrugged and leaned back again.
"Mom's not powered or anything, she's completely normal." Rust explained. "Still, she's frikkin' good at her intuition. Like the time I almost got caught using the AA to..."
He blushed, coughed and looked off to the side.
"....never mind."
|
|
|
Post by SarahSyna on Jul 18, 2012 12:38:25 GMT -8
"Always willing to help, Rust." Gabrielle laughed as she tilted back the chair to a precarious angle. "But I don't think I have could get enough icing to make a life sized cake of you, even as you are now."
She frowned at his trailing off remark, at first not quite sure what he was getting at. Using the Arm to do what? Something embar-Oh. Oh. A image popped into her head and she went deep red, her face suddenly hot. She hadn't been expecting that.
She covered her face with her hands to try hide her very obvious embarassment for probably obvious reasons. The sudden movement made the precarious angle of the chair a hell of a lot more precarious and before she knew it, it had slammed down to the ground and Gabrielle had toppled off onto the tiles.
"Fuck!"
|
|
|
Post by JDGreat on Jul 18, 2012 12:42:48 GMT -8
Rust didn't even think. Before he knew what was happening, the AA had lashed out and grabbed onto Gabrielle's waist, stopping her from smashing her head off the tiles. He blinked slightly at this and after setting her up on her own two feet, he immediately retracted it and it disappeared once again.
People were looking and whispering due to Gabrielle's chair slamming off the floor, but inside his hood, Rust couldn't really hear them properly. In fact, he couldn't tell what they were saying at all.
"Err...you alright, Gabrielle?" he asked, a little nervously. "Sorry...didn't mean to grab you out of thin air like that. It just kinda sorta reacted on it's own." The mechanic offered a nervous little grin.
Oh hell...I seriously can't control when the AA summons itself anymore. I'm under way too much stress!
|
|
|
Post by SarahSyna on Jul 18, 2012 12:57:24 GMT -8
As far as being grabbed went, Gabrielle couldn't tell if it was more or less unpleasant than being grabbed normally, though being lifted and moved around like a ragdoll was uncomfortable as fuck. Once the arm put her down and flickered out, she looked around then put up both hands.
"Nothing to see here, folks. Move along." she called to everyone staring, waiting until they'd started to look away to pull the chair up off the floor. She set it upright and kicked each leg to make sure it was sound. When they didn't give out, she sat down.
"G-guess I know not to do that again, huh?" she said sheepishly, the blush still there, although fading. She reached over and patted his shoulder. "And hey, whether you meant to or not, I'm glad you did. I don't like having my head smashed open off tiles, trust me."
|
|
|
Post by JDGreat on Jul 19, 2012 8:17:42 GMT -8
Rust just looked off to the side, scratching the back of his neck through his hood.
"Well, gotta start repairing my tattered reputation somewhere, right?" he joked. That one was awful, even for his standards though, so he pulled a face. "Man, I just cannot think of something witty today."
Shrugging, he looked back to Gabrielle.
"Still, need some help with your letters? I haven't got anything else to do, so if you fancy some help or if you want me to add something, say the word. My body is yours for usin-I mean. My assistance is available at any time." he corrected himself.
PHEW! That would have been embarrassing. Don't want the poor girl to think I'm some sort of damn creeper who has a thing for taller women. The Brit thought to himself. Besides, church girl. And apparently, her sister has dibs.
|
|
|
Post by SarahSyna on Jul 27, 2012 9:25:09 GMT -8
"Oh, I don't know. You seem as witty as ever." Gabrielle said with a grin, wondering if he's even pick up on the stealth insult. Maybe not.
She was about hand him a pen to scribble something on the letter when he made his unfortunate remark, and despite what he thought, he wasn't slick enough to hide that particular slip.
She raised an eyebrow, then said in a somewhat strangled voice, "Well, Rust, if I ever need to" -she made airquotes with her fingers- "'use your body' I'll be sure to let you know."
There was a breif, awkward silence, then Gabrielle made a noise that sounded a snrk, if a snrk was a sound and slapped her hand over her mouth.
"Oh m-my God, I'm so sorry!"
She quickly pushed one of the sheets, blank side up, towards him and tossed a pen on top of it.
"L-Let's p-pretend this d-didn't happen. Say h-hello."
|
|
|
Post by JDGreat on Jul 27, 2012 9:41:32 GMT -8
"....y-yeah, let's." Rust coughed, blushing a tiny bit more. Taking the pen, he thought to himself, trying desperately to forget his little slip up there.
Goddamn it. You idiot. And now you look like a dumbass. Congratulations. Let's go strip to the Full Monty next time, it wouldn't exactly be any WORSE!
Coughing again and finally controlling his blush, the mechanic managed to write down a quick message.
Hi there!
Rust Kekise here, one of Gabrielle's mates. Hope things are going well back there and I'm just here to say hi!
Toodles! R. K.
Grinning, he tossed the pen back at Gabrielle.
"There we go! Done and done. Don't worry, didn't put too anything too bad. Just a quick introduction, right?" he asked, "Don't want them to think I'm an unsociable moron."
|
|
|
Post by SarahSyna on Jul 29, 2012 14:51:45 GMT -8
Gabrielle looked as mortified as Rust felt, and while he was scribbling, spent her time trying not to look in his direction in case it could possibly get misinterpreted as something that could make the situation worse. If that was even possible.
Stupid joke, it was a stupid joke to make. He probably thought she was some pervy nut, perving on him nuttily. And she wasn't, honest.
Really.
Her little monologue of angst was interrupted by the pen hitting her shoulder and getting caught in her hair. She jumped in her seat then looked sheepish as she fished it out.
"Sorry, wasn't paying attention." she said then grinned at him to hide her little bit of weirdness. "And don't worry, they put up with me for ten years, I think they can handle one postscript from you."
She took the sheet, blew on it, then started to fold it and the other pages up neatly.
|
|
|
Post by JDGreat on Jul 29, 2012 15:00:13 GMT -8
"We'll have to see. Who else has signed so far?" Rust nodded, trying to repress the whole bad wording incident from his mind. "And I suppose I better do the same thing for Mom soon, or I'm going to get a death threat if I don't send her pictures of friends or what not."
He groaned in annoyance.
"I guess I'll just grab a group photo at the party. Seems the best time to all be gathered together, right?" he reasoned, stretching out a little. "Worst comes to worst, I just track you down individually and force you to do a photo shoot. Und I," he put on a mock effeminate German accent, "Vill expect nuzzing lezz than FABULOUSNESS!"
|
|
|
Post by SarahSyna on Jul 29, 2012 15:09:58 GMT -8
"Well, so far, it's just been you. I-I haven't met anyone else, honestly. Well, no one I wanted to talk to anyways." she said and shrugged as she shuffled the pages into the envelope and sealed it. She wrote the address on the front in ornate, loopy writing, finishing with a flourish.
"Well, if you want, I can s-sign yours?" she asked. "I-if that;s okay, I mean. I won't if you don't want me to."
She grimaced at the idea of photos, moreso at the idea of group ones.
"If you're expecting fabulousness from me, you're got another thing coming. My face has broken cameras before, you know. Well, it was more my head, but same thing, right?"
|
|
|
Post by JDGreat on Jul 29, 2012 15:14:17 GMT -8
The mechanic gave a small smile.
"I do recall telling a certain someone not to sell themselves short last time we met." He teased. "And I'd be honoured if you signed. Plus, Mom'd like that, I reckon. She needs to know I still have SOME females keeping me in line over here."
Laughing a little at that, Rust felt totally at ease. Normality had apparently returned to the Brit and he looked like the weight of the world had been taken off him. His face now lit up like a pinball machine.
"So, you still haven't gotten a roommate yet?" he asked. "I noticed on the Dorm List. Gotta be nice having the place to yourself, yeah?"
|
|
|
Post by SarahSyna on Jul 29, 2012 15:30:02 GMT -8
"It's not selling myself short if it's true, so there." Gabrielle said. She stuck her tongue out at him, then looked a little embarrassed at the 'females keeping him in line' comment.
"Well, o-okay then. And I guess I am used to k-keeping kids in line." she added with a little chuckle. Okay, she was pretty sure he'd get that particular jokey insult.
She shook her head at question.
"N-no, no one yet. It's nice enough, but k-kind of depressing. I'm used to a full house of people. Kidlings running underfoot, Arty trying to give me a makeover, papa trying to preach, that kind of thing. Silence is... weird."
|
|
|
Post by JDGreat on Jul 29, 2012 23:05:28 GMT -8
He shot her another mock pout at her little joke, face drooping like a scolded dog.
"You wound me, Gabrielle." he muttered sadly, putting a hand over his heart. "Right here where it hurts." After fixing her with the puppy dog eyes for a few more moments, he couldn't help but laugh. "Note to self, cannot do sweet and innocent just does not work with my accent."
Calming down, Gabrielle's housing situation surprised Rust a little.
"Huh, I'd thought you'd want to get away from all that for a while," he responded, eyebrows raised. "Hell, I know I would be. Besides, least you don't have to put up with roommate alarm clocks."
A distant WUBWUBWUBWUB rumbled in the dark recesses of his mind, causing him to shiver.
|
|
|
Post by SarahSyna on Jul 30, 2012 11:49:27 GMT -8
Gabrielle did her best to ignore the sad puppy eyes, which weren't as ineffective as Rust thought. She tossed a ball of rolled up paper at his head.
"I don't know, I think your accent is sweet enough. I just don't think you can pull it off." she said, then shrugged.
"I thought I'd miss it too, but apparently not. I'm not homesick or anything, I just miss the noise, the bustle. Fifteen people in one house, and half of us played intruments too. Papa used to joke about us being the Von Trapps, whatever that means."
She smiled. "Halloween used to be the best. Me and Arty'd to help the younger kids with their costumes and we'd trick or trick almost everywhere. They were like little sweetie commandos, that lot. How about you? What did-wait, s-sorry." shewinced apologetically. "I s-shouldn't pry."
|
|
|
Post by JDGreat on Jul 30, 2012 12:19:46 GMT -8
Easily moving his head out the way of the thrown ball, Rust just stuck his tongue out at the Italian girl.
"So, liking my accent, are we? Well, Miss Viaris," the mechanic suddenly took on an extremely noble voice, sounding more like a British knight than a random mechanic off the street, clearly playing it up for her. "I shall endeavour in future to utilise my speech more often, for it does seem to please you most greatly."
After a wicked grin, he reverted back to his usual self.
"And I can kinda get that. Von Trapps were the family in a film called The Sound Of Music, which had loads of songs in it, natch." he explained with a shrug. The Brit did laugh at her apology though.
"What you apologising for? Halloween was badass! Loved being a character for a day. One time, I was Stone Cold, the next year, Count Dracula, the next, Jack Skellington. I always had a costume ready for it. Still do in fact..." he muttered, wondering to himself. "Hey, you reckon they'll do a Halloween party here? I have the best idea..."
Realising it was still nowhere near Halloween, he shrugged off that train of thought.
"Never mind, point is, Halloween was kickass."
|
|
|
Post by SarahSyna on Jul 30, 2012 13:11:15 GMT -8
Gabrielle tossed another wad of paper at him, her face red. Stupid English boy, with his stupid accent. If Artemis ever heard about this, she'd never live it down. Probably pelt her with English CDs or something.
"S-s'not that pleasing to me." she mumbled, then a quick "Shut up!"
She crossed her arms and looked away, then tilted her head, understanding dawning on her face.
"So that explains he and mama occasionally started wailing about the hills being alive with musical sounds whenver I went to choir. And well, it was just because, well, it's a family thing to me. And I guess it's kind of rude to ask about family, y'know? It's personal."
She paused and gave him a confused look.
"What the fuck is a Stone Cold?"
|
|
|
Post by JDGreat on Jul 30, 2012 13:41:02 GMT -8
"Meh, fine." Rust shrugged. He was only messing around as a friend, after all. Besides, the Knight Voice was kinda irritating on his throat for some reason.
He laughed at her sudden realisation.
"Clarity now dawns for Gabrielle Viaris!" he snickered, finally lowering his hood and revealing his face properly again. The general hustle and bustle had died down by now, so he didn't feel too uncomfortable."
He pshaw'd, a scoffing type of sound.
"You know how much I love my mom. I don't mind talking about her." The Brit happily replied. The missing gap about his dad was so painfully obvious that it was painful, but he quickly carried on regardless.
"....I'm going to ignore the fact you don't know who Stone Cold Steve Austin is. Mental Note: Show you Wrestlemania XVII sometime."
|
|
|
Post by SarahSyna on Jul 31, 2012 8:00:00 GMT -8
"I-it's not because of anything, it's just... B-besides, I like your n-normal voice better. You sounded like a ponce there. Like you were off to go poke a peasant in the eye because a watery tart gave you a sword. And then you'll get menaced by a rabbit."
Gabrielle stopped and frowned, confused at herself. "I'm s-sorry, I seem to have lost my train of thought."
She laughed a little. "I think you lower my IQ, Rust." she said, then went silent for a moment, as her brain scrambled to find any question or statement other than 'what about your dad'. She raised an eyebrow.
"You watch wrestling? Isn't that meant to be a bunch of roided up jerkoffs in speedos having sissy slapfights with each other? If I wanted to see that, I'd join a gym and hang around the sports bar."
|
|
|
Post by JDGreat on Jul 31, 2012 9:24:43 GMT -8
"D'aww, thanks for saying you love my regular accent then." The Brit shot back, quick as a whip, "And chalk another one up for your side on the awesome comedy scale. That's the Four Yorkshiremen and Monty Python you've referenced now. That's two for two, get one more and you earn a comedy DVD night one time."
Rubbing at his eye slightly as he got used to the lights shining in them again, he gave another pout at her slight insulting joke. This pout quickly turned to a look of shock and horror.
His jaw hung open, his eyes were wide and he looked like Gabrielle had just brutally kicked a puppy through a cancer suffering kid's sandcastle into a group of nuns. Never had he looked more injured or innocent. A low whine, like a scolded dog, issued from his throat.
His lower lip trembled slightly.
|
|