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Post by Pip on Jun 28, 2009 20:42:16 GMT -8
Phil saw his friend enter his room in the slight reflection in the window, and caught the cardstock with a free hand, his head not removing from the pane of glass.
"Yeah...if that did happen...it would suck balls", he said with a chuckle.
He took his head off the window and slumped into the chair at his desk, tossing the cardstock on top. He leaned back into his chair, and turned his neck over to face Alex.
"So what did you have planned for this?"
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Post by Alex on Jun 28, 2009 21:36:00 GMT -8
"Sap shield," Alex replied."turned into an uneven and mostly harmless throwing star. Why would you even think I'd planned anything?"
He grinned,"you give me way to much credit, you know? Unless you're busy not giving me enough."
Edward wound himself up the boy's arm, silently.
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Post by Pip on Jul 30, 2009 18:35:22 GMT -8
Phil gave a sigh and a chuckle."Since when is anything you do 'mostly harmless'?" He laughed a little, then eyed the snake on Alex's arm.
"Heh, cause you totally deserve soooooo much credit" he mumbled to himself. He took a double look at the cardstock, then dove into the his top desk drawer.
Phil abrubptly stopped his rummaging and yelled out,"ERIC! DID YOU TAKE MY SCISSORS AGAIN!?" He began grumbling to himself as he continued his search,"Stupid boy, going through my things, not returning what he takes......"
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Post by Alex on Aug 20, 2009 21:31:46 GMT -8
"I keep my things hidden. He only finds half of them." snorted Alex."...wait, were the scissors that were embedded in the climbing vine yours? Cause he was cutting off the flowers and mashing them into a ball yesterday. This morning when I left they were stuck between a dead vine and the wall."
Alex made a face at the state of the outside plants around the house, then unwound Edward from his arm and twined the snake around his neck. The snake flicked his tongue out, tasting the air.
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Post by Pip on Oct 27, 2009 12:10:23 GMT -8
Phil placed his hand over his temple, and stroked the bridge of his nose."What am I going to about that strang boy?", He let out, with some curse words beneath his grumbling breath.
He sighed as he moved like an annoyed parent, from his room, to the door leading outside, and as he passed through the kitchen he tossed a "you think you're sooo clever" look to Eric, with his grumbling still audible as he closed the door behind him.
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Post by Alex on Apr 29, 2010 17:41:21 GMT -8
Still inside, Alex laughed to himself. Phil was crazy if he though grumbling and complaining would change Eric's habits. Nothing short of a nuclear bomb could change their friend, and the young man could appreciate that kind of resolve. It was more interesting this way, anyway.
He walked into the kitchen and made "Phil is going to dismember you, you might want to leave" symbols at Eric, who simply complained about not being able to read lips. At least he had evacuated the Kitchen by the time their flat mate was back inside.
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Post by Pip on Apr 30, 2010 10:58:41 GMT -8
Phil returned through the door, twirling his scissors on one hand, and scratching his chin with the other, attempting strongly to keep a calm face on.
He walked over to the sink and began to scrape the remaining bits of vine that had been stuck to the blades and stained the edges.
As he dried the edges of his scissors, his stomach made that cliche sound, that could only be a signal that he needed something to eat.
"Right...." he sighed to himself, with a slight chuckle, and placed the scissors on the table.
"You at all hungry?" He asked Alex.
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Post by Alex on May 1, 2010 12:53:59 GMT -8
"As the strapping young man I know myself to be, I can say with a straight face that I am always hungry."
Alex leaned over to rest his arms on the counter.
"The question is more, are you begging me to make something awesome, or suggesting we grab something to eat? Because Eric brought home what looks like whipping cream and strawberries, and I think it's time we ruined one of his dates with the excuse 'well, you didn't label it as just yours'. I want waffles like nobody's business."
He looked at his friend, waiting for a response.
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Post by Pip on May 13, 2010 15:45:39 GMT -8
Phil gave probably the most obnoxiously devilish smirk that he had ever shown Alex in his life.
"I think...", he said, cracking his grin,"...that sounds like a truly excellent idea".
Phil glided over to the kitchen cupboards and began to pull out the bowls and utensils. He drifted around the kitchen gathering everything they might need with such effortlessness and flow, it was as if he was dancing.
His eye glistened as he looked over at his partner."So... Shall we begin?"
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Post by Alex on May 13, 2010 17:05:34 GMT -8
"Oooooh." Crooned Alex,"You know where everything is! have you been practicing? Is that it?"
Laughing, he fished the whisk out of a drawer and then replaced the baking soda with baking powder. Cracking eggs and separating the whites, he grinned as he mixed the yolks onto the milk. The batter was ready by the time the waffle iron was hot. Alex scooped some into the wells and closed the lid.
"Now we just can't get caught." he said.
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