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Post by triss on Nov 16, 2005 22:03:50 GMT
Mmmm the steak looked so good. Tristian had made the steak exactly the way he liked it. He liked it in such a way that it bled when you slapped it on the plate, nice and rare, all red in the middle. Well done meat was dry tough and absolutely disgusting. With some spices and a tiny bit of lemon juice, the meat smelled irrisistable to both him and the puppy Meg.
For the longest time young Meg had be sitting by the counter, staring at the steak wide eyed, tail wagging, tongue hanging out of her mouth. Not only as Tristian drooling over it, so was Meg. Occasionally she would get up and whimper and whine at Tristian, mooching for food. Aaaww the poor girl was hungry, and all in all he felt sort of bad when he looked at her.
Tristian just moved into the house, and didnt really know where anything was. If he knew exactly what to feed the dog, when to feed her and where it was, Meg would have been fed right away. He wasnt going to eat in front of someone, even if that someone was a dog. Its just plain rude to eat in front of people without food. So when Eric came home, him and Meg would all be able to eat at once. Until then, he would be looking confused for a moment, wondering where Eric kept the plates and cups so he could set the table.
It went dark. Very dark, horribly dark. It was pitch black. For someone who didnt know the house very well, it was troublesome. It was also hard when you were completely terrified of the dark. It wasn't anything like " Oh yeah the table is here, better walk around that" because he didnt know the house well enough.
He reasoned with himself that it must have been a sort of black out. Shit he couldnt see a thing, not a damn thing, this was bad, very bad. Tristian was a visual person, when he didnt have anything to look at, nothing to see his mind was set into a horrific panic attack. The gunshots didnt help at all, actually the gunshots made him scream, drop a plate and step all over the glass.
Shit it was so dark, so incredibly dark. Where in the kitchen was he! Slowly, he would inch his way into the nothingness, arms outstretched, looking for something to graze across his fingers. He felt a counter, good if he followed the counter he should be able to find himself out of the kitchen.
SHIT THE GLASS. If he stepped on the glass surely Meg would, he couldnt have the small puppy cutting her feet on the glass the way he did, that would have been horrible. He screamed at the second gunshot, and tried the best as he could to blindly feel his way across a wall, looking for a doorknob and a broom. This was bullcrap, who was shooting was he going to be shot? WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON.
Bloody footprints would leave a trail behind him, indiciating exactly where he blindly walked about, like the trail of slime a snail left behind them. Several doorknobs were felt and opened, but all of them were into eachothers room, and the bathroom.
By now he was shaking, arms trembling and hardly able to continue there groping across the walls.Soon he found himself in the living room, where there was a fishtank, and a small purple glow of light. The fishes seemed perfectly fine, mindlessly swimming about, tra lee laa the dark didnt bother them at all. For Tristian, the dark was frightening, very frightening.
By now his legs were battered and bruised from ramming into every peice of furniture the house ever had. Upon seeing the light, he decided to make a break for it, dashin towards the light, and again there was another bang. This time it wasnt a gunshot, but Tristian tripping over his own sore feet, and smashing his face into the corner of the coffee table. Shit, he forgot about the coffee table.
He felt something warm and wet on his face, he tasted the sweet metallic taste of blood, his blood and it hurt. His feet hurt his head hurt, and all in all he was scared shitless. Where was Meg, where was Eric, where was HE!?
Like Meg he began to walk on all fours, inching his way even slower towards the light, where he made himself comfortable in a corner, knees to his chest, eyes widening, trying to take as much light in as possible, watching the darkness.Surprisingly enough, after begging for food, Meg had made herself comfortable on the couch right when the power went out and went to bed.
He wasnt going to go and scold Meg, he didnt want to leae his corner with what little light he had. He would stare at nothing, the unknown wich he feared greatly. he didnt know what these horrific dark shapes were, all shaped like people, monsters and things he couldnt quite make out. So he would sit there, listening to the remainder of the gunshots, and crying into his knees. He didnt even have his favourite pillow to hug.
Heck imagine what Eric was going through. He was going to wait it out, but oh shit it was so scarey, scarey enough for him to make him cry. He was ashamed of himself, he didnt want to be afraid of the dark and need a nightlite, but it was just the way it was, dark.
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Post by darkhairedangel on Nov 17, 2005 1:27:42 GMT
Pounding at the door, the kind that would frighten any normal child. Not that Reverence intended that, no not at all.
She had been in the hall, just as the power had gone out, and the shot's heard through out. Frankly, she was surprised that the entire building wasn't thrown into hysterics yet. But Triss's scream had caught her hearing, and she'd bolted for Eric's apartment. Instinct, purely. That, and her affinity, toward those in need. As for the dark, well her phone had a built in mini flash light. Lucky eh?
"Triss! Open up, its Reverence! Remember? Come on," she paused realizing how stupid she must sound, he probably couldn't even find the door. "Triss are you OK?" Her voice assumed a calm tone, though her heart felt like it was ready to leap up into her mouth. It was her job, being with the DPS no matter what she did for them, to help in this situation, and by all means, she would. "Just, just stay where you are alright? Screw what I said the first time, I'll get the door.
Key card or not, she was still a computer wiz, and had long ago figured out, how to bypass that little security thing. Amazing what you could do, when locked out of you're apartment at four in the morning. Never mind what she was doing out at that hour though.
Wasn't too hard, what with the surge of power, her card and some force, was plenty to cause the door to swing wide open. All the while, she was speed dialing her superior Jim, relaying the goings on, before sweeping her light over the apartment.
"Triss?"
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Post by Eric on Dec 10, 2005 11:29:27 GMT
He had, an iguana. A fucking iguana. And he'd been touched by a filthy skinny thing that had no job and lived off the state. That irrtated him. The whole idea was that you could be whatever you wanted to be, but when you got right down to it, some people were just wanted to be bums.
After much persuasion and bribery, he'd managed to get Lucy to sit on his shoulder, quietly cursing the fact he was such a nice person while her claws dug into his flesh. She had her belongings in a bag too, and was grateful he'd once owned a snake because it meant he didn't need to invest in a freaking tank and heat pad.
Although as soon as he stepped in the building everything was wrong.
The lights were out, for a start. Eric didn't run.
Nope, he just groped for the stairwell that led to the basement, found it, went down the stairs to the emergency power generator, and flicked the switch on. All the lights flicked back on quickly, save the ones out on the hall on level three. Maxwell had physically destroyed them, but everything else was fine.
Then back up the stairs to level three to make sure Triss hadn't done something stupid, as kids are wont to do. He stood quietly, glancing about the decemated hallway ceiling, and crouched down picking up a squished microphone, or camera. He couldn't tell, either way it was tiny. jenny, his dog had been following him all this time and darted off in front of him into the apartment and up to Triss, sniffing at him before turning around and growling at Reverence.
Eric growled too. His door, was broken. His fuckin *door* was broken. That *damn* stupid bitch had busted his lock instead of asking the kid to open the fucking door! That *pissed* Eric off. The electricity supply had been busted, and ok, there was a few stray bullets imbedded in the ceiling. But for *fucks* sake!
Reverence would be in some serious trouble shortly. But Eric had someone slightly more important that her to deal with right now. "Tristian?" Eric stepped around her, padding over to the youth and gently patting him on the head. "Fish looking after you ok?"
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Post by triss on Dec 11, 2005 23:02:36 GMT
Pounding on the door, there was pounding on the door in the dark. God it was all over wasn't it? Someone was out to get him, shoot him maybe? <Maybe that's why he may have heard gunshots?
Well he had never heard a gunshot in his life but really, what else could it possibly be, and even if there was someone out to get him why would they want him? The questions were enough for Tristian to be just about ready to have a panic attack. Pounding on the door was the very last thing he wanted to hear. If somebody was out to get him, the only place he would have to run to was towards the door, where that scarey someone was waiting for him. So while he sat there thinking of a way to make a break for it, he couldnt help but wonder what was to become of the dog.
Yet again it was just like Tristian to assume the worst was going to come right? It was only Reverance, the woman he met at the mall. She was nice, she worked with Eric or something like that didnt she? Well, either way he was pretty sure she knew Eric, and a friend of Eric's was a friend of his too.
Alright, so she was here could she make the lights come on too?It didnt look like it, and really all Tristian wanted was for there to be light once more, that way he could know for sure where he was, and what was happening, that way he could know that he was safe. If he had light he could also walk over and open the door for Reverance. However, he wasn't about to get up and leave his lightsource by the fishtank, it just wasn't going to happen.
What did happen though was the door somehow managing open up on its own, a furry face sniffing him and Eric's voice speaking in the background. It all happened to fast, he wished everything could slowly happen one at a time so he could at least grasp what was happening.
Alright so Reverance got in okay. When he reached his head out towards the sniffing he felt the fur on Jen's head, something he was alright with, but what the Hell was Eric talking about? The fish watching him, shouldnt he be watching the fish?
Then again, when he looked at himself he was prettysure that Eric was implying that he couldnt take care of himself and that the fish needed to watch him. He wiped the tears off his eyes and blood off his face. It wasn't a wonder really, Tristian had smudged his bloody footprints everywhere, dropped a plate and left the house a mess. He scolded himself in his head. But now that Eric was here everything would be alright right?
" Uh...uh sure."
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Post by darkhairedangel on Dec 17, 2005 16:43:28 GMT
Rev flashed her light on Eric and had a feeling he was pissed at her, but right now she wasn't so much concerned with that. She ignored his scowl and the all too odd iguana on his shoulder and turned to Tristan noting the blood on the floor.
"Hey Triss you alright?" She carefully made her way over, making sure not to step on or run into anything, not too difficult. "Why don't you sit and I'll see if I can't fix those feet, ok?"
Her voice was calm, reassuring and she herself had forced her heart to slow down and relax. This was not the time to become rash or overly emotional.
"Hey Eric." She kept her voice steady and business like. "You have a first aid kit around here?"
Now was not the time for shit, he could flip out on her later.
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Post by Eric on Dec 19, 2005 15:16:25 GMT
No. Eric would flip out now.
"Get the fuck out of my house Revernce. If it isn't enough that you've broken my fuckin' *door*, not only leaving Tristian without any sort of safety against stray bullets flying around out there, or plain inviting whoever it was out there with the gun into my house, you want to try and administer to a kid under my care like you're fucking qualified. Get. The. Fuck. Out. My House. Go back into yours."
The lights were on, so why the stupid bint was running around with a flash light was beyond anyone's understanding. It was all just a confirmation why computer idiots could never survive wartime unless they were down locked in a bunker somewhere. They caused more problems than they were worth. He moved off, Meg jumping up from her sleeping place and bounding over, jumping only to get gently kneed in the chest as punishment for jumping up. The puppy calmed, Eric moved over into the kitchen where he took Lucy off his shoulder and placed her on the counter, where she moved over to inspect the breadbin with that reptilian laziness.
All anger vanishe from his face as he reached up above the cupboards, and not only produced a tiny little firstaid kit, but it was more like a fuckin hosptial downsized. He eyed the broken plate on the floor, then Triss, and moved over to the kid andtook a hold of his legs.
"You know. Next time your wandering about Triss, you should wear your slippers. Not only does it protect against owies, but keeps your tootsie's warm. You might wanna cuddle Jenny. This'll sting a bit." He offered a bright smile, and Jenny moved over closer to the boy, which was a first. She wasn't that a friendly a dog.
Balancing the back of the youth's ankle on his knee Eric started to eye
Eric was scary when he was angry, and everyone was generally lucky that it was a rare event. And when it did happen, it passed quickly. Eric didn't like being angry. Gingerly he began to clean the collection of small shallow cuts on tristian's feet. It wasn't that bad. Looked worse than it was. Although Triss would be wearing several pairs of thick socks for a while now.
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Post by triss on Dec 20, 2005 22:40:27 GMT
Goodness there was light again, sweet bright light. The large pupils in his eyes shrunk down to size, taking in the light that was now available. When the lights were on Tristian could take in the damage he had done to the house. So far he already knew about the broken plate because peices of it were still in his foot.
As for the coffee table it was just fine and took in a lot less damage then his face, that had a nice gash on the side. Not only could he feel the blood, he could see it, and there was a lot of it, running down his neck and staining his shirt.
Tristian was glad that the light was back, the only issue was the embarrasing situation he was in, that and how scarey Eric was when he was mad. Tristian didn't know Eric that well, and when he saw this sort of reaction he now knew better than to get on his bad side, because it wasn't pretty at all.
But Eric was a nice guy, Tristian new it, and he knew that Reverance was a good person as well, honestly he wished that he didnt yell at her but he wasn;t going to say anything, or tell Eric to not leave his feet alone because he remembered what Eric had said about generosity. So he was going to sit ther, hugging on Jennifer as he was told, enduring the slight sting wich wasnt as bad as he thought it would be.
" Thanks Eric."
And then there was a thank you. When Eric was done fixing his feet he would boot it to the closet to clean up the kitchen and the food that was ready for him. Actually he almost forgot about the steak, luckily it wasn't left to burn and was ready and waiting, still nice and warm, he could smell it from where he sat.
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Post by darkhairedangel on Dec 23, 2005 14:09:52 GMT
She took in his words and her expression did not change. Her parents, morons as they were, had made sure of one thing, she knew not to let angry outbursts get to her.
She flipped off her light and turned to leave easily, without a second thought.
"You're door is easily fixed, I'll take care of it, and you and I both know, there are more important things than that given the situation. There would have been no further gun fire, or anything of the sort. You know that Eric."
She left walking down the hall calmly toward the stairs, deciding to take the long way, to think, and let everything run through her mind.
Either Eric really disliked her, or he was nuts, such a change in demeanor. Regardless, she knew well what was going on. Maxwell had been in that building, probably on the third floor. He had shot out the power for some reason or purpose known only to him and furthermore, she doubted many people, would realize it'd been him.
Well this pissed her off. For the first time in ages, she'd been presented with a chance to do something in Maxwell's presence. For once she'd had the opportunity to finally accomplish something, like she'd wanted to for years, and she'd passed it up. Damn her good nature, she should have known Triss would be fine.
"Just another day." She sighed.
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Post by Eric on Jan 2, 2006 22:17:42 GMT
"You go sit down Triss, I don't want you walking on that at least until the morning." Tristian was a good kid. Eric liked him, and was glad he was ok. Reaching forward he ruffled the youth's hair, before rising to his feet, and striding after Reverence. He didn't hesitate to grab her by the shoulder, twist her around and jack her up against the wall. His grip was iron, and one arm gripped her shoulder, pressed down across her chest.
The other hand hung around about his hip, twitching a little. One thing about Eric, that most people didn't know, was that he had a tendency to shoot first and ask questions later. Reverence was just lucky Eric didn't have a gun to press against her temple.
But then, when you glanced at his miltary file, it was clear Eric didn't need a gun to kill anyone.
"No Reverence, there was no way I could've been sure there would've been no further gunfire. You didn't see who did it, I didn't see who did it. You didn't see where they came from, or where they went. For all *you* know, they could be in the building directly across the street and firing through that open window." He spoke quietly, but it had a wicked, cruel edge. It was the voice a dog had just before it turned on it's master. He was speaking quietly so he wouldn't frighten Tristian.
"You have zero, field experience Revernce. You deal with computers. When you hear gun fire, you're supposed to hit the fucking ground and stay there until someone tells you to get up. The kid knew that, but then he listens to what he's told by DPS officers, and doesn't go breaking down doors keeping him safe. Do you hear me, Reverence? Don't *ever* mouth off to me like that again. Don't ever fucking *think* that you are more capable of dealing with situations where there is personal risk, where there is live ammunition knocking around. You aren't *trained* for it."
He stepped back, dusted off his hands and fixed her with his green eyes that were normally were bright and cheerful but now were hard and cold. If she had a decent sort of memory, they'd be familar.
"That's an *order* Zalman. And here's another one. Whenever there is a combat situation, you are not to engage, understand? If I find you trying engage any member of Stoneage, or *anyone* with a live firearm, even if I ever hear about it, you are heading straight for dismissal and jail time, are we clear?"
The youth shook his head, glanced up at the ceiling and swore. "And I'd appreciate it if you left looking after Tristian to me."
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Post by triss on Jan 2, 2006 23:09:47 GMT
Alright, so he sat there listening to the little spat, unsure of what really to make of it. There was a man and a woman, the woman going about this issue very differently, trying her best to convince the man that all was dealt eith and it was over, thereb was nothing to worry about right? She wanted to just put it behind her and get on with things, surely she had more important issues to worry about.
The man didnt think as the woman did, the man was more aggressive and upset with the events that had taken place. The man thought this to be serious and not something to simply shrug off and ignore. The man wasnt going to pretend it didnt happen. he was going to deal with this and deal with it now whether or not the woman liked it.
So there were three sides, the two opposing eachother, creating conflict and the third, the young child who just sat there in the corner, unsure of what to make of the scene before him. He wished Eric wouldnt yell at Rev, although what she did seemed stupid to Eric her intentions were good right? But good as her intentions may have been he still could have gotten hurt, he understand where both sides were coming from, really he did, but he didnt know what to do, except for what he was told, wich was to sit.
So he would enujoy the small ruffle of his curly brown hair, and then eye the two of them. The yelling in his eyes was a bit much, but he had no say, and he hadnt any idea either, save one. There was still a fresh meal waiting on the counter for both of them to eat. Maybe food would distract Eric from the yelling and such,and then they could sit down and eat. Then again, mentioning food at a time like this could probably just make the situation worse, what with the bad timing at all.
Eric's eyes were cold and green, but Tristians were deep bright and brown, and constantl shifting between the bloody mess he left on the floor and the kitchen. Oh he hoped Eric wouldnt mind the mess, until then he reached into the first aids kit and pulled out a bandaid, covering the cut on his head he got from tripping over the coffee table. Until things between the two had cleared up, he would poke at the couch, feeling its fuzzy texture, wondering if there was anything on the tv.
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Post by darkhairedangel on Jan 4, 2006 14:55:01 GMT
"Crystal." She said softly to Eric. "Now, if you will please excuse me I have things to get back to."
Reverence was still calm, it took a lot more than some military man, to shake her up. She heard what he had said though, and no doubt, some of it she did agree on, even if most of her, now quite disliked Eric. As she began to move away, her set gaze was moved to the hall ahead.
She had always respected Eric, to a certain degree, but right about now she was finally noticing, just how differently, they viewed everything in the world. Furthermore, if Latner thought she wasn't going to "engage" a member of stoneage if faced with them, well there was so many things that went into that. Not like she would go looking for them, that would be ridiculous to the point of suicidal- and yet, if she was faced with one of them (maxwell came to mind) she wasn't going to lie down and die either. If there was one thing Reverence had unwittingly gained from her parents, it was the will to survive. In the end, they had blown their own brains out, rather than submitting to anyone else.
The whole situation, had only caused her to think more, and just when she'd thought, she could finally stop thinking about Maxwell so much. She was one of those people, that didn't feel all safe and cuddly at night, just because there was a special squad out there, looking for the bad guys. She was quite sure anyhow, that if Maxwell had wanted to do destruction, plain and simple, he wouldn't have fired a gun a few times or less. He would have strapped a bomb to some kid, and sent him in. He'd never have anything so personal and intimate, done in a situation, that could get a stoneage member caught.
Usually, Maxwell Conner, was smarter than that. Never, underestimate your enemies.
He was up to something in this building, and it had everything to do, with this building. Something, about this building, she'd have to call Johnny. Or else, she might just go crazy over it all. Not over Eric, but over what Maxwell, was really up to. Eric, she was over.
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Post by Eric on Jan 5, 2006 19:12:21 GMT
It was very likely that Reverence was going to end up one of those casulties that happened to get into the wrong place at the wrong time. Or tried to do something they were grossly incapable of because of stupid notions that they were more than capable of handling it. They just didn't get it.
The people in Stoneage were willing to die for their cause, and that kind of enemy is the worst of all, because they're far more likely to be unpredicable. You couldn't level a gun on them and expect them to fold, because they wouldn't.
Eric was surprised that Nathan hadn't blown himself up. Very surprised, but then he'd been surprised to come across a member of Stoneage walking about so blantly covered in explosives. That was one thing that was confusing the hell out of Eric:-
Where the fuck was Max getting such skilled people loyal to his cause? How the hell did he manage to pull such loyalty to *him* from them? Max wasn't charismatic, Max was an ass and although he might use fear as a way of controlling people, he sure as hell wouldn't be able to command such devotion. The man was a genuis, he wasn't a good speaker.
Shaking his head the DPS officer stepped back into his flat and levered the door into position. The dogs were bouncing at his feet, well. At least Meg was. Jenny sat patiently and stared at him. Petting them he sighed, finally pulled off his jacket and tossed it over a chair. Then he moved into the kitchen, kicked aside some of the broken crockery and growled a command at Meg as she tried to bounce over it. She slid back obdiently. Then he picked up the two plates, some cutlery and eventually flumped down on the couch beside Triss, offering him a plate and cutlery, before digging in.
"Hey, this is good." He said conversationally after a few mouthfuls. "Where'd you learn to cook?"
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Post by triss on Jan 6, 2006 23:46:13 GMT
"Haaaa." A sigh, and then an odd sight, like watching a snowman melt. Tristian was all uptight, you could tell, but you would be too. If you were having an anxiety attack, followed by a front row seat to a feirce argument, you wouldnt, or at least shouldnt be relaxed, it wouldnt be right.
For a moment when he was curled up into the dark he could have sworn someone was out to get him or shoot him, or perhaps it was some zombie ready to eat his brains, then Reverance revelaed herself, and luckily for Tristian she was not a zombie. Instead there was an argument, and now there was his small concern about what Eric would think about the cooking, the broken glass and the blood on the floor he smudged about when he went looking for the broom.
It was a pretty big mess afterall, and of course he had just made it worse trying to clean it up! He would fix it when he was done eating. Now he knew Eric knew about the mess, and he didnt seem to care and instead hands him a meal and compliments on his cooking.
First it started with his position changing slowly, every muscle in his body loosening up, and then a gentle flop into the couch, followed by a sigh.
" Oh thanks. Just ah you know, school books internet and stuff," He pauses in his sentence, eyeing the floor. Goodness this would only be his second night being here and there was so much drama already, and he didnt want Eric to be mad at him about the mess. " and erm sorry about the mess."
It was actually aggrivating to Tristian that he knew how to cook, but it became a pastime, something to learn how to do when you're at someone elses house. Not everyone would let him play videogames or watch movies because of the noise, and most of the time the manga was left at home from fear of them being damaged. Everyhouse, had food, so no matter how bored he was and where his boredom struck, he could cook up a meal to ammuse himself.
Mmmmm steak.
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Post by Eric on Jan 6, 2006 23:54:42 GMT
"So, you're telling me. You learnt to cook food this good, on the internet? Wow. I really should investigate that thing them some time eh?" A grin and he chuckled, eyeing Meg as she sat and pointedly stared at him.
"No." He pointed out to her. "This is *my* dinner. Eric's. Not Meg's. Meg get her puppy chow, later. Steak, Steak is Eric chow."
Jenny dog herself was curled up on their mound of blankets and already snoring gently. Eric munched somemore - a quick eater, actually, his plate had nothing left but a few mushrooms on it, and a sliver of steak. And then eyed the mess, and then he eyed Triss. Then he leant back and eyed the rest of the apartment.
"Mess is Mess Stumpy, I don't give a damn, and you need to relax. I'm not an ogre. Ok, so I yelled at Rev. But she messed up and you could've really have gotten hurt." He nodded and abnd then stood, heading back over the kitchen and starting to clean up the real dangerous mess. He was watched levelly by Lucy from the kitchen work top. There's nothing like an iguana staring at you pointedly.
"You'll have to teach me how to cook Triss, you're damn good."
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Post by triss on Jan 7, 2006 0:35:56 GMT
So Eric didnt have internet eh? Most houses he went into had internet, and usually, like a lot of kids he couldnt live without it at all. Except for yesterday and today, actually these two days without internet had been his most productive. So perhaps, maybe he could spend some time without internet, he'd be just fine without it.
Right now there was plenty to do about the house anyway, he did not jneed internet, cleaning and finishing his room, and cosplay and teaching Eric how to cook? Well by now he had made it clear that he wasn't a bad guy at all, and it would be nice, you know maybe spend some time together and get to know him a bit better.
Good cook? Daw the compliments were just flying today now werent they? Enough compliments to leave him fidgeting with the edge of his sweater and turn the slightest shade of pink, aw he was blushing. See the cooking part was easy, it was the teaching part that bugged him, he didnt know if he could do it, but he would give it a shot.
Maybe teaching Eric how to cook would be a good thing. Tristian knew hoe because he had too, it wasnt like he could go around and just stick something in the microwave, because he had an allergy to whatever they use to preserve food. Eric needed to know how to cook well, just because he would be eating better if he did.
The food on the plate was gone, as were the remainer of Eric's plate. Triss had snatched what was left and ate it, putting the dishes away with the sink, disappearing and coming back with a swiffer sweeper and quickly wiping down the bloody mess, talking to Eric in the hallway.
" Aw well, thanks. I guess I could if you wanted me too that bad.So," There was a pause where he put the mop back into the closet and pulled out a broom instead, heading for the kitchen." what would you like to cook?"
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