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Post by havoc on Mar 6, 2009 18:20:01 GMT -5
Damion felt bad, and she had caused that. BUT SHE WAS NOT GOING TO TRY COMFORTING HIM. That might just end up in another fight with yet another embarassing situation at hand, which would result in an never-ending cycle of violence, angst, comfort and overly-imaginative innuendos, for which there would be violence. So she let it go for the moment.
She was pretty proud of herself for having had enough strength to contradict her own actions and mindset, and not slap him. And the gratitude in his eyes was like a prize to her. But deeper than that was what seemed to be some sort of hatred, and she couldn't quite place what it was directed at. She hoped he would be alright.
And then he apologised. Again. This was the second time in one day.
"Damion, I'm the one who's sorry. I'm just a nuisance, it seems. And I'm sorry for that."
Though her gaze did sharpen when he suddenly looked up to her after she'd spoken about seeing each other more. Had that just been some sort of...mental link to some sort of imaginary innuendo? One eyebrow raised itself questioningly, and he looked down. Okay, definitely found an innuendo in that then.
She sighed. "Damion, is there a reason why, perhaps? Why you think anything and everything has some sort of sexual connotation? You know, not everything rotates about that."
Oh my GAWD. She had not said that. She had not. Hitting herself with the palm of her hand in the forehead, she swore quietly, stood up and looked away quickly, blushing furiously. Perhaps it was time to change topic immediately~
"Yeah, you should check out your Slowpoke. The nurse can have a look at her in one of the pokemon centers. We should probably get going now too... and what pokemon did you catch, which you need to give a nickname to?"
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Post by nickbo on Mar 7, 2009 13:39:28 GMT -5
“Bu-but you said 'you'll be seeing much more of me'!”[/b]
Come on, Dawn was just being silly. Anyone could see the innuendo in that. And he never thought that everything and anything had these sort of connotations! Actually that was a slight lie; okay, he enjoyed the average innuendo. Who didn't though? She got embarrassed though and a grin couldn't help but spread across his face. He finally wasn't the one who was a deathly shade of red.
“There ain't a reason,”[/b] he just said, his voice dismissive of the subject on connotations. Merely shrugging he attempted to seem nonchalant and calm about it all, rather then the momentarily eager blonde earlier. She hadn't seemed to pick up he had only made those... 'Slip ups' because of her. A few sniggers broke from him when she said the last sentence yet he was supposed to be proving his was mature. He attempted to quell the laughs and although they did cease there was still the somewhat smug expression on his face. There wasn't really else much he could say as an answer though, apart from 'sex doesn't need a why!'. However he was sure that would have earned a Dawn sucker punch.
She seemed eager to change the subject and he only complied, taking out the pokeball that now kept his recently caught pokemon.
“I-I...”[/b] he said though his expression seemed somewhat startled momentarily as his grip tightened on the pokeball. He glanced back to Dawn shrugging slightly,” I dunno what kinda pokemon it is to be honest.”[/b]
Damion frowned slightly as he attempted to go over his thoughts. It had snuggled into his hair right? It had been... Green. Yes, it had been green. That was something he was very certain of.
“It was green!”[/b]
The blonde insisted cried it out victoriously, glad his memory had not failed him. It wasn't particularly helpful but the trainer grew an eager look that was almost childish in a sense. Yes, this was an adolescent would had only moments before been commenting on his blood flow yet now his eyes were shining immaturely.
“So what should I call it?”[/b] he cheered in a tone ten years below his actual age and his bright orange eyes remained focused on his female companion as he repeated,” What should I call it Dawn? I mean, I already called my Slowpoke Sonic so...”[/b]
He frowned slightly, attempting to think up a nickname. He crossed his arms slightly, forgetting about all the earlier chaos somehow. Damion's memory appeared as criminally short as his attention span.
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Post by havoc on Mar 7, 2009 18:24:56 GMT -5
He had so misunderstood that one small phrase. He has managed to turn a simple innocent statement into some sort of... well, she didn't know what exactly. But it sure wasn't innocent, that was certain.
"Damion, saying you'll see someone more does not mean you'll be seeing that certain person in, shall we say, circumstances where the said person is wearing less items of clothing, for goodness' sake! That is, not usually, at least...but that's a different matter! What I meant was that I'd be around much more! Not that I'd be wearing less! Arceus, Damion, I swear only a pervert like yourself could have seen that meaning of such a simple phrase." she tried to make him see sense, and to try to stop him from saying anything like that again. After all, if she pointed that out enough, he might stop saying it...
But she had not meant to say that out loud, that phrase with the connotations. That had been so embarassing. She was still bright red even when she was trying to make him see sense. I mean, why on earth had she phrased it like that?
But there seemed to be something odd... OH.
"Damion, did you possibly realise that you have failed to reject the notion that you do in fact find an innuendo in anything and everything? Or are you just too stupid to try and protest? Or is it, in fact, true?" she asked, curious and slightly amused. But that really annoying red glow still hadn't left her face; it was difficult to make her blush, but when she did, it lasted for absolute hours.
But the next thing really startled her.
"You--you don't even know what pokemon it was? How is that possible?!" that, she just couldn't comprehend. It made no utter sense.
"It was green...useful, Damion, useful. Well then, seeing as you have no utter idea as to even WHAT pokemon it was, I do not believe you can name it yet. And you'll have to consider the nickname well-it's not easy changing it once it has one~" she commented.
"But now I truly believe we should get going; walk and talk, Damion, or is that multitasking too much for you? And aren't you meant to be the one who is horrified by simply standing still in one pklace for any time over a millisecond?" she queried, with amusement clearly present in her voice.
Though that annoying tinge WAS STILL FUCKING THERE!
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Post by nickbo on Mar 7, 2009 21:34:23 GMT -5
She was being incredibly stuck up about the whole thing.
Honestly, if she said that statement to anyone they would have pointed it out and cracked up undeniably. She was just being silly. Uptight. Though that blush... Did she had to be all girly and blush? Dawn looked remotely... Pretty when she did that? What was he thinking? He wanted to scold himself for saying that. Two parts of him wanted to abuse him for thinking that though. The first was the over-bearing, rushed part of his mind that wanted to enforce the opinion that the female trainer was his friend and nothing more. He wasn't supposed to think up thoughts like that because they were just friends, as mentioned before, and friends weren't supposed to think of each other as 'pretty'. The other part wanted to scold him because... He'd just specified she looked pretty when she blushed. That part believed that she looked pretty all of the time.
Trying to ignore that side he focused more on the words she said, the never ending accusations of perversity. She had been picking at his words he could only notice and frowned,” Okay, so I find innuendos. There's nothing wrong with that! You're the one reading way too far into my words; you're pretty much doing the same!”[/b]
It wasn't really the same but Damion felt as if he should at least accuse her of something to balance it out. Though she seemed shocked. Why on Earth shocked? There was nothing anything wrong with him not knowing the Pokemon was there? He hadn't really checked it; was he supposed to? Damion could only blink twice in confusion, “Well yeah I don't know the pokemon. I mean, it's not like I know all of them off by heart. But I still caught it, right?”
“And the fact that it is green is useful,”[/b] he insisted, examining the Pokeball closer as if that would help,” I can still name it though! After all, I named my Slowpoke Sonic right!?”[/b]
It clearly seemed that the type or even species wouldn't be influential in the naming of the Pokemon. The blonde fully intended to actually name it something speed related. It was obvious the adolescent didn't remember of the features of the grass-type such as the stubby legs otherwise he would have been quite close to a manic state of depression. Her last words had make him pause though. Well, freeze emotionally and physically as his expression seemed stuck as he attempted to comprehend her words.
How long had he been standing still for?
“Sh-shit!”[/b] he yelled out. Apparently the swearing was most definitely needed and he shoved the pokeball away, glancing around frantically. Damion had been in the same place for clearly far too long and... He felt sickened with himself. North. North was where he needed to be. He almost bolted ahead into action and started to run. He had stayed still for so long and it just was... So wrong. The blonde took a fleeting glance back to Dawn.
“Wh-what are you being so slow for!? I'll only give you ten seconds to get going!”[/b]
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Post by havoc on Mar 7, 2009 22:08:56 GMT -5
"Pretty much doing the same? I think not. Being pervy and being insightful are two completely different things, Damion, and I swear I shall make you see that one way or another, aight? I swear, whatever I have to do to make you see this how it truly is, I'll do. And that includes a pretty annoyed punch. Do you copy?" she said, with a tinge of anger in her voice. Seriously, how could he expect there not to be violence when he acted like that.
"And there might not be anything wrong with innuendos, but when travelling with a girl and picking stuff like that out of every second word she says can get pretty damn annoying, let me tell you."
Okay, so maybe she was taking this way too seriously. Maybe she should simply drop the subject. That seemed like a pretty good idea.
"So it's green...okay. So it's a grass pokemon, right? So then...you want a nickname that suits its type, really. Or are you just gonna go with a speed theme?" she was pretty sure she knew the answer to that, but it felt right to ask anyway.
But his sudden freezing in place was....very reassuring, and normal. And brought back memories of times gone by to be forgotten by him, in the dusty depths that were the fragments of his memory. Those times they'd simply spent the day running about because he insisted they couldn't stay in one place for any amount of time, with her usually playing catch-up to that terribly fast runner that was the younger version of the nowday Damion.
Happy days are here again.
"You'll give me ten seconds? Ten? Damion, that's shocking; the most you ever gave me before was three. What's changed? The world's slowed down? Or is it you?"
She started running after him, while the words from unknown songs merged together in her mind.
"There we sat in the snow...I fought you for so long...all I was trying to do was save my own skin...but if you love me won't you let me know?"
The muttered words floated away blown by the wind, to be soon forgotten, as she rushed after the boy she'd seeked for over six years.
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