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Post by nickbo on Feb 27, 2009 22:00:00 GMT -5
She seemed most content with her justifying of her slaps.
Damion was not. Did she have too? Couldn't she have just left past memories that he hadn't quite realized yet? Leave 'em be? He hadn't really... Remember them yet.
What? He was working on it jeez, He'd get the memories up in his head quickly enough. They were just somewhere in the deep abysses of his mind, trapped. They'd come. Eventually yes. Dawn had turned rather happy and calm and... A smile was growing on his face? What the hell was that about? His mind should have been getting stressed about being late, not happy that the girl was happy herself!
"Pfft, you wouldn't be able to punch me,"[/b] he just simply teased, folding his arms stubbornly," Those slaps were of course nothing. They were way too slow; honestly, I should just fine for their crapness or somethin'..."[/b]
All train of thought immediately halted however as soon as she hugged him though. This was partly because he was surprised at how quick his personal space had been invaded and the second... Well, because Damion's mind flashed with earlier memories of their position. She seemed to be perfectly fine with hugging him but earlier thoughts returned to him almost immediately upon the contact. Sure, perhaps it wasn't a crash like before but her...
He was not flushing red because it was impossible for Damion to flush red. It was unnatural. W-well, it was clearly because this was not manly enough!
"Yo-you've missed me?"[/b] the blonde did indeed repeat, wishing his voice had come out far more calmer and lower rather then the squeak it had been. Clearing his throat slightly, and hoping his voice was back to normal, the trainer continued," Bu-but I mean... Of course you would. Me not being there would practically be like a light going out in your life. You wouldn't have been able to survive without me."[/b]
How did he break out of the hug? Damion couldn't push her away again; he feared another round of Doubleslap from Dawn. What did he do? Despite the fact her hug was rather gentle his stance was rather stiff as if he found the hug rather awkward, something his brain seemed to agree with despite the fact the girl seemed to enjoy it.
"U-uh,"[/b] he said, stuttering for the umpteenth time that day. Really, he had been stuttering far far too much," Wh-what are you doing here anyway!? I mean, you're not fast enough to keep up with me... And aren't you doing your own journey?"[/b]
Though the red across his face disappeared as more or less his attention span attempted to drift off that. Rather now his confidence or rather MASSIVE EPIC EGO took its time to settle in and a knowing smirk spread across his face.
"Ah, I see. Couldn't resist a piece of Damion huh? I mean, Dawn, if you wanted to find me and declare undying love all you had to do was ask instead of hiding it..."[/b]
It wasn't particularly true to what he believed however the boy just wanted to tease in order to get other things off his mind.
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Post by havoc on Feb 28, 2009 5:42:31 GMT -5
Dawn was practically oblivious as to the fact that Damion was feeling rather uncomfortable with her around. But it was pretty obvious to her that he hadn't fully remembered her at all yet, if he could tease her about her physical violence. Sure, perhaps her verbal putdowns were a little rusty, but a hand never forgets how to hit a certain person so they shut up.
But...she hsd just found him~ wouldn't it be too much if she suddenly went froom hugging him to hitting him?
"Damion, you really are a blockhead if you still wish to taunt me with violence. If you like, I can show you again exactly how I dealt with you these years ago when you were being unacceptably stupid. What do you say to that then? Care for a Dawnpunch? I'm sure you'd quickly realize how idiotic it is to try and tease me about that..." she replied, still hugging him, though slightly more icily.
She couldn't see his expression, so she didn't know that he didn't seem to appreciate being hugged, and was still rather startled and uncomfortable by her previous hug, which had ended pretty badly, she must admit.
And comparing himself to a light... he didn't know how right he was. She'd missed him SO much...though she would never admit to that now. Why urge him on with the taunts?
"Heh, well you're wrong there, darlin'" she said mockingly, pulling out of the hug slightly. "If I hadn't been able to survive, how do you explain my ever so lively presence here then? And stop inflating your ego by believing your own crap." she chastized. "It's big enough already. Soon you'll be comparable to your father." Okay, so perhaps that comment was a bit below the belt, but she hadn't seen him for way too long. Things like maintaining sanity around someone like him had to be maintained. She'd grown out of touch with how irksome he could really be, and how right.
"And for your information, yes, I am doing my own journey, with my Piplup." she let go of him now, and stepped away.
"But I thought it might be entertaining if we joined forces. I mean, isn't it said that 'the more the merrier'?" she quizzed jokingly. "Though If you don't think I can keep up, then we don' have to. But just remember that I had kept up with you, with you often trailing after me, for those seven years we were together back in Twinleaf."
Damion was still an infuriating prat, but she could put up with it. I mean, hadn't she managed to before? Or had he become more pratlike and immature with age? That was always a possibility with Damion.
Which seemed very likely now after his last phrase.
"Damion, your ego is oozing over my boots. Shut up and save yourself the pain now. Really, why would I ever want to declare undying love for some immature kid like you? I swear you're worse than before, though that might just be me being out of tune." she snapped back.
Truly, why did he have to phrase things like that?
The pink thing, she suddenly realized, was a Slowpoke. How on earth had Damion ended up with a Slowpoke?! I mean, wasn't that creature just the opposite of him? Slow, dull, and totally unresponsive?
"Damion, are you feeling alright?" she suddenly asked. He had to be ill, if he was travelling with this Slowpoke.
"What happened? What's wrong?"
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Post by nickbo on Feb 28, 2009 9:44:19 GMT -5
She was perfectly fine with it.
Oh why oh why did she have to seem fine with it? She managed to comment about how dangerous and threatening she was with nothing but normalcy in her tone however for some reason his thoughts were going haywire. But she was fricken' fine! He should concentrate on actually replying he realized. He was absorbed in concentrating on his heart which felt like it was going through cardiac arrest (seriously, what was up with that?) that although he heard her violent words he made no reply. Perhaps that was for the better anyway; if he had replied he would have gotten punched or slaughtered or something.
The comment about his father though... That made his rabid heart stop. Those words were something he hadn't heard in a while and yet... Well, they felt heavy. Of course he noticed she had finally let go and in a sense he felt infinitely relieved. There was no panicking heart once she let go of him but he could only presume that would because it had frozen. Damion's facial expression had visibly frozen though; a slight red was still across his face but he looked somewhat... Blank one say. Mildly bewildered one might describe it and... Was that slight hurt in his widened orange eyes?
"Ye-yeah..."[/b]
Why did he have to stutter. He was sure that made things all the more pathetic as his expression broke out into relief although there was still the sense of slight surprise as if he wasn't quite sure how to continue. Be boisterous and ignore the father comment was what his brain commanded him to do.
"Your lively presence here?"[/b] Damion repeated though as he thought about it and it appeared his own liveliness was returning," Because I'm here I'm afraid. That's the only plausible reason."[/b]
It appeared he was exceptionally proud of using that word 'plausible' and hence drew it out," I will believe whatever crap I like thank you very much. It maybe crap but it's utterly truthful crap. And I will not be comparable to my father."[/b]
The last part was snapped out before Damion could stop himself. The words were his exact thoughts and he wanted to slap himself after saying him. He was supposed to leave that father issue behind when he started his journey. The blonde hadn't been planning to met up with anyone would could have possibly made that reference. The more important thing was the conversation at hand not his fricken' father complex...
"And hah, I never trailed behind you once! You still owe me all that money from all those fines you got from being so... Late,"[/b] the blonde belted, appearing to flick back into moron mode," You wouldn't be able to keep up. I've grown even faster now and well... Well, it'd be odd!"[/b]
He wasn't sure whether he wanted to go on a journey with her. For now Damion felt perfectly fine with being around her but earlier when she hugged him his mind had exploded into fireworks. He was aware that was not supposed to happen and if that was going to happen more he...
Well, a small part of the trainer didn't it mind it too much. This, however, Damion had now decreed the silly masochistic part of him.
"You should be thankful with my ego-oozing and worship those boots,"[/b] he added, arrogance clearly hearable," Perhaps it's because I'm an immature kid. You utterly adore me for that; don't worry, many a girl have fallen to my charms before. I'll let you down lightly."[/b]
Though at her sudden, intrusive question caused him to blink with confusion. Well, of course he wasn't alright after all his awkward behavior but...
"I'm... I'm fine?"[/b] Damion stated, clearly confused by the sudden question and he appeared to be blink twice more," Nothing's really happened... Nothing's really wrong either. Why do you ask?"[/b]
He appeared not to notice her bewilderment at the Slowpoke at his side which seemed most content with merely standing there. How it managed to get there was beyond anyone; after all, it barely appeared to have moved much throughout their conversation and it was... Well...
"Sllooooww...."[/b]
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Post by havoc on Feb 28, 2009 11:11:36 GMT -5
She noticed the iciness in his features at the mentioning of his father. Oh damn, she was so insensitive. She should've remembered he didn't like his father being mentioned. He hadn't said anything about it yet-that was good. But his attitude was really something.
"Damion, get stuffed, truly. I'm not here for you. There's nothing plausible aboout it."
Okay, so that was a lie. It was practically because of him that she had started from Pallet Town-why else would she pick a town this small to start from if it hadn't been for having heard that he was in the area... but she would never admit that to him; she'd be mocked for life if she did. So she was basically in self-denial.
And truly, he did in fact believe in what was unknown to him, partial truth. It was definitely crap, and it was true. She had found it difficult without him. He had been her best friend after all...before he went off somewhere. She still had to ask about that, but that could wait for now.
And he had reacted badly to having had his father mentioned. Damn her for being so stupid and letting her anger get away from her.
"Damion, I'm...I'm sorry for that" she muttered. Oh, she hoped he wouldn't angst... it wasn't fun when he angsted.
But he kept the conversation moving, as if trying not to dwell on that...rather immature comment she had made. That was good...
"You did trail after me...all those times you went fishing with me, well, went after me. Truly, the two of us were pretty much inseparable before, one always trailing after the other. Spent most of our free time either by the lake, or mucing about on the path, or skipping stones on the little pond~ and you probably don't remember any of that. Just the debt I have against you." she sighed.
"Why the hell would it be odd? There's nothing odd about two trainers joining up to help each other on their journey! And I never held you up before!" she snapped back at him. "Really, you should have more faith in an old friend."
But the next thing he said really touched a nerve. For goodness' sake, she did not like immature kids! So she snapped again. But this time, instead of a slap, it was a punch, and on the side of the head.
"Damion, you listen to me, I am not attracted to you in any way, shape, or form. You are an immature little brat, and there is no reason why I fell for you. So stop imagining things, and grow up."
She glowered at him. "And I only asked if you were okay because you decided to partner up with one of the slowest pokemon in the world, and Arceus only knows why, if you so hate slowness that you even don't want to pair up with your best friend!" she shouted at him.
Wow, this must be a record. She'd hit him twice in the space of five minutes! That hadn't happened before.
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Post by nickbo on Mar 1, 2009 6:24:44 GMT -5
"What? Don't be sorry you dork; there's no need to apologize."[/b]
He shrugged, their well-meaning lost in his carefree way of stating it. Well, he had to snap out of the whole father complex thing soon enough he supposed otherwise each time someone mentioned it he'd be thrown into an ever flowing whirlpool angst. It was really most silly.
She, however, was in another whirlpool. This whirlpool seemed to have two effects though; nostalgia and then rage. Nothing odd? Nothing odd? He thought his heart seizuring each time anything happened was hella odd.
"Bu-but it'd be weir--"[/b]
Okay. The whirlpool was nostalgia, rage and punching. To be honest he expected some physical violence from the girl but that punch hurt. Hadn't he taken enough physical violence from the girl? Why more? First he had collided with the ground, got molested by a Slowpoke and Bud thing, then having finally gotten up got collided again into the ground by a crazed girl who then decided to slap him twice, then randomly hug him and then punch him once more. Stumbling back from the shock of the punch the boy nearly tripped over the Slowpoke but managed to regain his balance, glancing back to the girl. She seemed to feel... Very strongly about the whole issue if she ended up punching him in such a violent way. His expression was mixed was pain, shock and... Bewilderment. She had thrown the punch before after so strongly insisted she was female.
"Shitshitshit Dawn,"[/b] Damion managed to say, rapidly tripling the swear word to form one singular, epic one," Y-you fricken' punched me!"[/b]
Okay, that was the obvious part out of the way. Now to get onto the more important part, actually answering her questions. Well, they weren't merely questions but more correctly INQUIRIES OF RAGE.
"Oh, Sonic!"[/b] he breathed with realization, Why did she dislike the Slowpoke? Damion cast his eyes down in remembrance and was greeted with the ever welcome call of:
"Sloowww..."[/b]
It was slightly disgusting so he returned his eyes back to Dawn rather then the abomination of nature," You're angry about that!? Sonic's my starter! She... She's supposed to like me!"[/b]
"That old man said I should have her! I'm goin' to change her ways!"[/b] he nodded, massaging his cheek. Mew that punch hurt," I mean, it's different! The Slowpoke is different to you! I mean, it's the journey and..."[/b]
His cheek was killing him yes. Damion seemed almost betrayed as he exclaimed," You said you didn't punch because you're a girl!"[/b]
The blonde's glaring orange eyes narrowed as they flickered over a certain part of the anatomy and murmured," ... Those are a lie."[/b]
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Post by havoc on Mar 1, 2009 13:58:53 GMT -5
What the hell was wrong with her?! Why had she done that?!
"No need to apologise?! Damion, you--" she was lost for words. How could he think there was no reason to apologise? And how could she have...
"Yes, I did hella punch you. You deserved it...no you didn't! No one deserves to be punched for empty words! Oh, I don't know!" she fretted, now with tears threatening to spill out of her eyes. She was so confused now-she didn't know what she thought and felt anymore. He was only being himself, and still it got to her, and unbalanced her emotionally. Why did he have to be so annoyingly right?
"I don't have anything against the pokemon! I have something aginst YOU! Your messed-up logic. Your stupidity! Can't you see... oh never mind then! You really are thick if you can't see how illogical it is to refuse to take along a normal human with you who used to be your best friend, thinking I won't be fast enough, even though you've got a pokemon that...that's twice as slow!" she shouted at him.
"And don't be vile, and insult me like you have on top of that. For your information, and to satisfy your perverted mind, I am not a crossdresser and they are real- I would know, and probably you'd like to too, you perv. I should slap you for that. There is nothing against girls punching either. But I get it. You're not interested with company. Fine."
And she stormed off away from him, North through the grass, with the tears finally falling from her eyes. He had become such a-- ugh, she didn't have enough words to express it. Best to just not see him anymore if he was like this. If he didn't want company, she wouldn't force herself on him. She had enough pride for that.
She began to run. Running was good. It got you away from things quickly. It got you away from painful memories. She'd ran that time too, first with her father, then when he'd left too. That was the only thing she seemed to be good at-running away. And wasn't very good at that either. It was probably her fault they'd both gone away-to get away from her.
The annoying little girl who had trailed after everyone, clinging to them as if her life depended on it. That was the thing. She couldn't stand being alone. She couldn't be alone.
ooc: omfg ANGST~ XD
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Post by nickbo on Mar 1, 2009 23:01:45 GMT -5
Damion had made a girl cry.
Well, she had seemed upset earlier of course. She had been irritated earlier too. Nothing like what slowly happened then however. Guilt immediately struck him and his startled, orange eyes followed her as... She started leaving.
"Da-Dawn! Wait!"[/b]
The day he'd say those words. He almost immediately set off after her although two things distracted him; one the somewhat deranged yet paralyzed Slowpoke and two the forgotten pokeball.
"So-Sonic, return!"[/b] he yelled out quickly, fumbling for the water type's container yet clumsily and withdrawing it whilst trying to pick up the earlier caught Budew. He really was supposed to be running after her. Shuffling them both away the blonde finally glanced back to her retreating figure and repeated," Wait! Dawn; please wait!"[/b]
Please? That was a new word and he immediately took to running after her. Stupid stupid... You weren't supposed to say things like that to girls! But.. Damion was aware it ran deeper then that. And she sure as hell wasn't going to run away from him; no, that mean she'd run faster then him. Selfish but... Well, he just didn't want her to run away. Was he concerned? What was this freakish cornucopia of emotions...
"Dawn!"[/b] he yelled out once again. He felt like some sort of broken record but... What else could he say to catch her attention? The adolescent pushed himself to run faster; he needed to catch up with her. And he was meant to be the fast one.
"I didn't mean... What I said!"[/b] Damion yelled out, having to gasp for breath slightly. How exhausting apologizing was a part of him wanted to complain yet he attempted to keep on going, pushing himself harder.
Stupid stupid. He didn't know what he was doing or what he was even feeling. A part of him wanted to draw her into a hug and another part wanted to do something... Something that was ridiculous. Something that was as if his brain had digested crack and something he would not do. He shouldn't... He couldn't kiss her. That was just the hormones. Those crazy hormones.
He shook his head violently whilst running and disorganized blonde bangs. He was dellusional. Stupid. Stupid. Had he caught up to Dawn? He wasn't sure and only one reasonable, viable choice in his head forced its way in as he finally agreed with it. The hug idea.
"DAWN!"[/b]
That was the last time he decided to call it out and enough was enough. Pushing himself off the ground he leapt up, practically throwing himself at the girl. It looked more like a tackle then anything else.
Clearly Damion was a stranger to the act of hugging.
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Post by havoc on Mar 1, 2009 23:54:42 GMT -5
She heard him the first time but there was no way her injured pride was going to stop for one little shout. So her feet still kept pounding away at the earth, almost as fast as her pounding heart, taking her away from that boy. She couldb't even bear to name him now.
He recalled his slowpoke, she presumed, as he called out its name. But what did that matter? He could do what he wanted. It was no concern of hers what he did. After all, why should it be? They didn't know each other anymore, right?
She forced herself to keep running even after the second time he called out to her. Oh how she would've preferred to stop and never run away again, but then there was the fear he'd just make fun of her and shun her again, and she couldn't take that. There was no way she could take that.
The third time really was something. Her head and heart told her to stop, because there was no point of running, because he was calling out to her, and because he would catch her if he wanted anyway, but the pride and fear kept her moving, though a pace slower perhaps.
She didn't understand why she felt so bad about leaving him there anyway. After all, hadn't he left her behind once already? What was wrong with repaying the favour? He wouldn't probably notice after a while anyway and just forget her again, and his life would go on normally, and she'd still cry herself to sleep. But she so just wanted to turn around and hug him so hard and never let go~
The tears streamed harder from her eyes. She couldn't understand why she was feeling like this. Truly, why was this so hard? But he didn't mean it. He didn't mean what he had said. She almost stopped then, but some sort of masochistic form of self-preservation kept telling her that if she stopped now, she'd just end up getting hurt again and more, which didn't make sense, because this hurt much more than anything could possibly hurt. This was the worst from either her father or him leaving. This was her willingly leaving behind someone she loved.
Okay her mind did backflips at that thought. Loved as in friend. Yes, definitely friend. That was it.
But he called her name once more and she stopped dead in her tracks. Which possibly wasn't a good idea at that precise moment. He collided with her, and for the second time that day, she found herself sprawled on the ground, face forward, with him crashed on top.
"D-Damion?" she asked fearfully, not daring to move, tears still falling through now closed eyes. "Why...why did you stop me?"
Not that she had any problem with being stopped, but she was just afraid of the reasoning behind it. She didn't want to be left alone. But she really wanted to just hug him so much...
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Post by nickbo on Mar 2, 2009 0:31:11 GMT -5
"I-... I dunno..."[/b]
Damion had no clue at al why he had to have a reason. A reason? Damion Jun Pearl always did things without reason. If he had thought it through it would have been bad and the sign of a possible apocalypse. However he wasn't quite sure what to do exactly then as they lay... Was it lay? They were pilled on top of his each other so it didn't seem to qualify as merely 'lay'. The red tinge begun to work across his face for the umpteenth time that day but he ignored it. He shouldn't get embarrassed; they were friends after all.
"I don't need a reason do I? I just felt I had to..."[/b] he said with a slight shrug. He knew she was crying and he wanted to complain horrifically about it. She wasn't supposed to cry. His voice however was relatively calm compared to its usual obnoxiousness and he managed to get it soft. Well, that was what people were supposed to do right? He managed to make it somewhat comforting. Yes, comforting, coming from Damion. The blonde didn't want anyone to know of this or find out really. This was such a... Sensitive thing to do. Men weren't meant to be sensitive! Yet there he was, hugging Dawn. She... Was being silly.
"Besides, if you run off and do something stupid..."[/b] Damion murmured, tightening his hug grip on the girl as he said the words," I won't have a rival right? No challenges 'cause no one could keep up with me..."[/b]
He was being honest at least. The trainer didn't realize how he unconsciously snuggled into the girl's hair whilst speaking, causing his voice to be muffled. He definitely did not realize how much affection he was displaying in his hug. Damion had never been a particularly affection person; even as a child he would shy from hugs and other social interaction. This even felt foreign to him and he spent a few more moments in that rather content bliss until the blonde paused with thought. He was on top of Dawn after all and...
"Sh-shit! I'm crushing you!"[/b]
So much for quiet and calmness. He exclaimed the words rather loudly and immediately pushed himself aside, just rolling onto the ground next to her. After all he picked up earlier she got all offended that time before. He lay out on the ground next to her, red on his face from the embarrassment and his eyes flickered back to her. Crying... Why did she have to cry?
"I-I'm sorry..."[/b] Damion murmured from the new position beside her," I'm... Not good at this sorta thing... If... If you don't stop crying I'll fine you or somethin'..."[/b]
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Post by havoc on Mar 2, 2009 1:08:18 GMT -5
So he didn't know why. That was good. That might mean that...
No, let's not get too hopeful with that. After all, why would he? They hadn't seen each other for so long and he hadn't even remembered her...
But he had felt that he needed to stop her. Felt not thought. That was definitely good... But he probably hated her crying. She remembered the one time she had cried those years ago, when he'd been so horrified. He'd threatened to fine her or something ridiculous like that. But his tone of voice now was so...soft and comforting. She'd never heard him be so...sweet before. So caring. So sentimental. But this could never last, she was sure. He'd probably run away in a minute, horrified that he was being like this... however it was nice while it lasted, that was sure.
Wait, what was that? Was that possibly hidden concern among that statement? Did he really care what happened to her? That was sweet of him, even though it might just all be an act. And what was that about keeping up with him? Could that be taken as an invitation to join him on his own journey? Or was she reading into his sentences way too much than was healthy?
"Yes, no-one to keep up with you~" she sighed.
But he was hugging her. He wasn't running away. He was hugging her, and his head rested on hers, making his voice all muffled in her hair, which was spayed out in disarray behind her. Oh, this was such a nice feeling, all warm and fuzzy, and she suddenly became happy just lying there with him hugging her, here in these fields to the North of Pallet Town. That is, until he rolled off as if he had been electrocuted ore something, yelling about crushing her. She hadn't minded, really. Hadn't even felt it.
"I wasn't being crushed." she protested, missing the hug. "This wasn't like... like the first time. That time you just were offended at me for not getting out of the way or something, and that just pissed me off really..." she smiled slightly at that.
So Damion hadn't forgotten that then. At least they had that much between them.
"And don't fine me, please, I'm not crying anymore. I'm endebted to you enough as it is already, for all those lates." Dawn laughed slightly. Once again, with the fining~
But she missed that hug, so she snuggled up to him, where he was lying next to her in the grass. She put her head in the space between his shoulder and head, just resting gently on his neck. This was nice, very nice. She didn't feel like moving from here at all. She pressed herself closer to his side.
"Damion, can-- can you-- can I-- come with you then, please?"
That wasn't quite what she was going to ask, but it was good enough for now.
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Post by nickbo on Mar 5, 2009 17:46:17 GMT -5
Must she have snuggled into him again?
She, although he was courteously aware of her gender, did not seem to realize he was a man. When she insisted of pressing against him he... Well, he didn't know what to think. She hadn't caught onto that and thank God she hadn't. Well, apparently Dawn did earlier when she started calling him perverted and... Talking about him finding out the authenticity of her torso region.
He was pretty sure they were real now. But he wasn't supposed to be thinking about that no he wasn't why Damion should have been concentrating on the important things in life. Not them. What she was saying. What she was saying. No matter what she was saying, however, the words didn't seem as interesting as what else she had to offer. Why did his brain have to think about that then?
She was pressing. Dawn had to press against him. His face was red but he was worried that the blood flow would begin to divert to other areas if nothing was done.
Just don't think about it, his mind attempted to reassure, if you explain the matter to her and just ask her to get off everything will be fine.
There was the fact that'd she'd probably be freakishly horrified that Damion was even considering such thoughts and take to beating him up and perhaps even attempt to castrate him. No he certainly did not want that. At all; she'd get upset again and the whole thing would just continue in the never-ending cycle, slowing getting painful and more painful.
"Da-... Dawn?"[/b]
Okay, his voice was soft. His face was burning red yet he still managed to keep his voice calm and focused. Determined. He could get through it. He had too; after all, he couldn't just be defeated Dawn and her new additions. No, he'd defeat her and her devious companions. When he finally cleared his thoughts that was.
"Could... Could you possibly not do that?"[/b] he breathed, his orange eyes flickering erratically down the snuggling girl," I mean... It's kinda distracting me."[/b]
That was a good way of putting it. DAMION WAS ON A KIND ROLL BIYATCHES! His mind was celebrating deep inside, so proud of his achievements.
"I me-I mean it's nothing personal! It's just that... Y'know, you're a girl and I'ma boy. It's... Confusing."[/b]
That was brief right? But no, he had ruined it. Damion had just stated the problem. Why did he have to honest? She'd just think he was a pervert. He still had no idea how she'd react though and he was somewhat fearful, even wincing just in case she'd attempt to abuse him.
"Do you still want to join me even when I say or think that?"[/b]
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Post by havoc on Mar 5, 2009 19:05:25 GMT -5
Dawn lay there for a second longer, before he said her name again. Okay, that didn't bode too well, as far as she femembered. Each time her name had been mentioned, something had either been wrong, or soon enough gone wrong.
And it appeared it was. It seemed that her close proximity seemed to bother him. She hadn't really given that much thought, but she supposed this situation might be taken as rather awkward. She was, after all, a member of the opposite gender, shall we say, and it seemed he had a problem with that. He seemed to have had quite a lot of problems with that throuought their meeting.
First when they crashed. But that was possibly normal. And not to mention embarassing. So let's not dwell on that one. The second was when he insinuated she was...some sort of sick minded cross-dresser(that one was difficult to fathom the possibility of-she would've had to been cross-dressing since the age of six, when she started wearing dresses and suchlike, and also as... well, that was a different story. But swimming can get dangerous) and insinuated she'd had something done to herself or suchlike, but let's not get dragged back into that. And now...he seemed not to like contact.
And, as he said, it was distracting him. From what, though, she wondered. He was a boy, so no-one knew what type of perverted thoughts might run through his head. That had better be stopped soon.
Aw, but he looked so cute when he blushed! Her inner fangirl cooed over the cuteness, but her more...composed self reacted more calmly to what he said, and glanced up at him, just as he looked away, and gently removed herself from his personal space, though part of her truly wanted to refuse his rather fumbled request. Sitting up about a foot away from him however, with a slight pink tinge to her, she regarded the blushing Damion.
"Not personal? Heh, is it ever..." she muttered. "And what, may I ask, was this distracting you from?"
Okay, so maybe this whole introduction hadn't gone too well. Damion now seemed to be wincing as if premeditating an attack she might launch on him for saying something, and that wasn't good. How could they ever get to trust each other if he was afraid she'd slap him for everything?
"I'm not, like, gonna slap you again. We'd better start anew. This reunion, it seems, hasn't gone too well. Ah well, what's a small fight among friends, right?" she said, with a small smile.
"And yeah, I still want to join up with you, as long as those thoughts don't turn...in a different direction, shall we say. And you can say what you like, but remember, if it's out of place, don't be shocked if i happen to slap you. That's like an impulse." she said, standing up.
Offering him her hand she attempted to help him up. "Well then, comrade, where to?"
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Post by nickbo on Mar 6, 2009 3:02:45 GMT -5
This appeared to be a merely one-sided thing and Dawn was barely effected at all.
Unfair or what? He did caught a slight redness on her cheeks but that was probably just warmth or something ridiculous like that. He was obviously burnt up which was something decisively unusual for him. He was getting most frazzled about it whereas she was relatively fine so... There was no need to get most rabid about it. His feelings were just too out of place.
He felt finally able to breathe though once she let go and got him. So he did miss the contact but he wasn't surprised by his body's ways anymore. It was playing some sort of punishment to him he was sure and he couldn't help but feel he had done nothing to deserve it. Hormones really were a bitch.
At the beginning his orange eyes flickered to his surroundings as if infinitely fascinated by them and curious as if they had changed enormously in the time he had been held to the floor but one could easily tell that the blonde was avoiding eye contact. His hand went to pull on his scarf somewhat nervously, an unconscious act that seemed to strangle him slightly but not enough to clearly startle him.
"It just was distracting. I couldn't think or concentrate with you doing that,"[/b] Damion shrugged," My blood was in another place."[/b]
He barely realized the words slipped. He probably wouldn't have noticed them in any other situation but instantly wanted to drown something, preferably his Slowpoke. Rapidly his head spun so their gaze met and it was clear that his orange eyes were coated with panic," I- I mean my mind! My mind was in another place! Nothing else!"[/b]
Was it another Freudian slip? This was just uncalled for really. Damion was pretty sure that no person alive was able to go through so much havoc like this in so little time. She had said slapping was like an impulse for her and Damion in no way wanted to experience it again so quickly. His mind was finding it far easier though, after all the chaos, to think normally. Where did they want to go? Where had he been planning to go earlier?
When thinking about it ever he realized he hadn't really have a plan.
“Um... Well, I was going north!”[/b] the blonde nodded as if it would be unbelievable help,” That's the way to Viridian city right? Though... That's not a very interesting place.”[/b]
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Okay I know its crap but just a quick reply to you.
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Post by havoc on Mar 6, 2009 16:14:40 GMT -5
He seemed relieved when she let go of him, looking around almost frantically, anywhere but in her general direction. Tugging at his scarf, he almost seemed to be slightly choking himself with relief. He was still bright red, though.
But that relief seemed to be rather~ odd, as his mind certainly was concerned with other things, which was a rather...dicsoncerting thought. And clearly very wrong. How could he even think of things like that?! And even if he did think of...that, how could he phrase it into words? This point was quickly debated within Dawn's mind, as her hand instinctively jerked out to slap him round the face again.
Her brain kicked in just before the back of her hand came into contact with his face. No, this was not the way forward, and she forcefully stopped her fast approaching hand, jerking it away from him barely a millimetre before it hit. Restraining herself from trying to cause him any more damage than he had already received that day, she held her right hand down with her left, to stop it from suddenly obtaining a will of its own and attacking him.
Just remember how nice it was when they were both lying peacefully next to each other. Concentrate on that; she thought to herself.
She looked him in the eye with a glare that could accomplish nightmares in small children, and forced herself to calm down, breathing out deeply.
"Damion, I care not for your foul mind and whatever you might be thinking, but if you let something like that slip again, I swear I shall slap you so hard your head will spin for three days." she fumed at him.
"And don't try to cover it up-you're a guy. It doesn't work. Everyone knows that when you 'accidentally' say something like that, that's what you really mean." Her glare lessened in degree somewhat, but with a rather disapointed look creeping into her expression.
"But if we're gonna travel together, you've gotta get over this girl complex you seem to have. You'll be seeing much more of me."
It was true. If they were travelling together, he couldn't expect they wouldn't see each other, and truly he couldn't react like this in public-that would simply be humiliating. So they'd have to work on that.
"You were planning to go to Veridian City? Isn't that, like, the one where there's an abandoned gym or something? Do we really want to stop there? Shouldn't we really get on further? Time is getting away from us, after all..." she said, now almost calm, though the remains of the glare still lingered in her features.
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Post by nickbo on Mar 6, 2009 17:43:54 GMT -5
Dawn stopped.
Damion was sure he was going to get beaten down ferociously for the comment. It slipped and he had immediately regretted even speaking about. Perhaps he was just destined not to even open his mouth but his expression seemed to read... Well, gratitude. After all, he felt stupid that his mind was being so... Horrific. He wanted to reassure her. Tell her that he wasn't as disgusting as his words were making out to be and such things had never happened before! It was only with her!
Thank Arceus he hadn't said that his mind was quick to relieve. He didn't want the slaps to come. He just felt... Ashamed to think like that. Dawn was supposed to be a friend. Just a friend. He had ruined their meeting over and over again with his thoughts and though she had stopped from hitting him the glare was certainly nightmare-inducing. He just felt so... Awful. The shame flickered across his face as he glanced up to her. The red blush had faded and Damion could only think about how much he hated himself.
"I-I'm sorry."[/b]
His voice wasn't just apologetic; he spat the words but certainly not with disgust. He was obviously embarrassed by everything that had happened and his orange eyes flickered around. No, get rid of the momentary angst and doubt. He was supposed to be happy, rather then hating on himself. At the girl complex comment he really had to resist commenting for one of the first times in his life. After all, it would eventually slip then that he was only being perverted... About her.
The words 'you'll be seeing much more of me' caused him to abruptly look up startled back at her. Of course his mind went to the innuendo and he immediately wanted to punch himself for the mistake of looking so attentive for that. Of course, Dawn would probably punch him for him. He wasn't sure what to do; glance down would make him look severely embarrassed and guilty but holding her gaze would be a challenge. Challenging her would only result in more violence from her so his eyes flickered down to the ground. He felt pathetic doing it all and he fiddled with his scarf, yanking on it once again. He needed to get off that topic.
"Well, I didn't have a plan,"[/b] he shrugged uselessly, eager to get off the other matter," I should really just find somewhere to attempt to get Sonic checked at... She was paralyzed or somethin'... Plus my new pokemon needs a name..."[/b]
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