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xp_logsIn which Alison and Shiro talk about Turkey day, Pocky and drawing...
Set on Wednesday afternoon...
Fortunately for Shiro, the discoloration is nearly faded. The past couple of days, he's made sure to wear shirts with very long sleeves and gloves to hide the black, and was very careful about showering and changing so Angelo and Alex wouldn't see. Now, though, the black is just confined to his hands. So Wednesday night, he's sitting in his room alone (without the gloves), stereo blasting some Hitomi song, and he pulls out a sketch pad from under his bed, some pencils, and starts doodling. The door is wide open.
The loud music hardly bothers Alison - just something to use as a recharge more than anything else, since her power actually allows her to tolerate any level of sound. She knows that not the case for the other residents of the house though, so she stops by the open door (under the assumption that teenage boys do NOT leave the door to their rooms open unless it safe to do so) and leans on the doorjamb. Clearly knocking on anything to get his attention won't work, so she just lets a spark of light dance above the paper for a moment, instead.
Shiro is singing softly along with the song, and abruptly looks up when the spark of light appears before his paper. He blinks and rubs at his eyes, then looks up, scowling. "Oh. Ms. Blaire." The scowl is replaced with a look of mild embarrassment. "Good evening."
"Hey there," she smiles a bit, not even blinking at the sight of his hands - because somehow, she has the vague feeling he wouldn't be sitting here scribbling away, if it hadn't happened before. She holds up a box solemnly, shaking it a bit. "Came to fork over the pocky, as promised."
Now, if Shiro were a few years younger, he would have dropped his pad and literally flown over to grab the box out of her hands. But he's a mature young man, so he calmly puts it down and walks to the door. "Thank you. It's refreshing to see that at least one of you knows great food." Smiling a bit, he takes a pack of the snack from the box and opens it. "Well, two. Ms. Dane's cake was delicious, too."
"Lorna's an amazing cook," is the matter of fact reply, and Alison can't help but hope that there is, in fact, some cake left. Damn those cravings. "I'm figuring on making a pocky run soon," she continues, making a mental note to pick up a stuffed Nyago if one can be found, while she's at it. "Care to come along?"
"That would be great." Who knew you could turn Shiro into a squealing fan boy just by mentioning Japan's best food ever? "Will you be serving Pocky for dessert tomorrow night?" he asks, only half-joking.
Alison starts to reply with a joke, then pauses. "Oooh... I wonder what Lorna could come up with, if I challenged her on that. We'd need to pick up every flavour at the store, but..." she grins slightly, then gives Shiro and amused look. "Could very well be, at that."
"I will say now that I have no qualms clearing the store out of its Pocky." Still smiling, he leans against the doorway across from Alison, and starts on his snack. "If I had any culinary talent, I would volunteer to help with this dinner. Maybe make something Japanese. But all I can manage is sushi. Sometimes not even that."
"Careful now. Lorna hears that, she'll have you in her cooking class in no tim- wait. Sushi?" a definitely greedy gleam enters Alison eyes at that, and she whimpers. "No fair. Now I'm craving some and it's Turkey Night!"
"She doesn't have super hearing does she?" he asks, mock-paranoid. "No? Good. She didn't hear that, then. And if you are going out for Pocky, then you can also buy some sushi for dinner tonight."
"Heh. If I mess with Lorna's menu, she'll slay me. We'll do the pocky run tomorrow - you and I can stop in town for sushi at the same time, and bring some back for the others," she nods to herself, pleased with that solution.
"Sounds good to me," he says, smiling and nodding. As he takes another stick, a new song comes on. It has a slow, calming beat, and Shiro subconsciously taps his foot. "I love this song," he admits, blushing again.
Tilting her head to the side, Alison listens to the melody for a moment, picking up on the general feel of the tune, humming to it now and then. "Not bad," she murmurs, lips quirking slightly - been a while since the Muse has come calling, and listening to something she hasn't heard before always tempts her to start writing lyrics again.
"So explain to me. What is this holiday about, exactly?" he asks, returning to his bed and sketch pad, a silent invitation for Alison to enter. "Why turkey?"
"Mmm. Short version. It's to celebrate the arrival of the pilgrims to America and their survival of their first winter with the Native Tribes' help." She steps inside, picking her way to a chair, and plops down. "We can ask people downstairs about the turkey?" Because honestly, she has no clue about that one.
"I look forward to seeing this tradition." It's a lie, really, as he has no interest in dumb American customs, but it's the polite thing to say. It's funny, though, that all he can think of to draw now are turkeys.
"Heh, the food'll be amazing, I can promise you that," Alison chuckles, stretching her neck a bit to peer at the doodles Shiro is scribbling on the art pad. "It's always amazing when Lorna cooks..."
"Why am I drawing turkeys?" Sneering, Shiro rips the page out of his pad and starts with something else. After a moment of thinking, he decides on a cute chibi!Alison with Pocky. He mentally facepalms. "Where did my inspiration go?"
Of course, the fact that he choose to draw Alison can only be met with utter approval, and Alison grins gleefully while waiting for him to finish, perching on her chair and trying not to bounce and distract him as he draws.
"It's silly, really," he says to her, not looking up from his paper. "But all this talk about Pocky makes my mind one-tracked." He offers her a small smile.
"Chocolate generally does that to me," Alison offers back idly, still smiling herself and trying shamelessly to peek at the drawing. "So does talk about coffee, though Lorna's the one who is more prone to mad coffee cravings - if you ever run into her in the hallway, cradling a coffee pot and talking to it, trust me. Run the other way, and don't look back, mmm?"
"Eww." His nose turns up in disgust. "Coffee? Mazui nee. How gross. I can't stand the taste." He looks up once to take a quick look at her face before returning to the drawing.
"I'll tell Lorna to let you know which is the coffee-chocolate Pocky she'll probably make then, when I ask her to go wild," Alison winks at him, showing absolutely no offence at his response. "I've never been a tea fan myself, but mind you," she chuckles, "I've probably never been exposed to the best teas there are, either."
"Just give me sake over tea or coffee any day," Shiro says, lips turning up. He finishes the picture and gives it a quick lookover. "I hope you don't mind me drawing you. You're just the first thing that came to mind."
"Mind? You're asking me if I mind being drawn?" Alison peers at the drawing, and grins widely. "I am much with the loving this drawing," she states solemnly. "Think you could scan it in the computer? I'm thinking showing this off to the entire school sounds good."
He blushes. "Anoo . . . sure, if you'd like. I don't know how much I would look forward to hearing people's responses, though . . ."
Curling her hand in a fist, Alison winks at him. "They'll like it if they know what's good for them," she retorts, then waves her hand to show she was joking. "I'd love to have a copy for myself at least," she continues, peering at it again. "I think it's very cute!" she can't help but squeal out the last word, gleefully so.
"Kawaii was the objective," he agrees, smiling. "I'm glad you like it. Maybe I'll write a little mangaka about Chibi Blaire and her search for Pocky." Seems Shiro's been watching way too much Hello Kitty-like anime with his little sister . . .
And yet, anything revolving around Alison can only meet with her approval, and she beams at him in clear approval. "Now see, that sounds like something I'd like to see!" she exclaims, standing up and shifting the chair back in place. "What I have to do right now though, is find my roomie, who has deemed me worthy of julienning the carrots for her. Apparently only I can laser the suckers thin enough." She waggles her fingers, a smug expression on her face.
"I'll remain up here so Ms. Dane does not force me into assisting her in the kitchen. And I would appreciate it if you would keep my location a secret, in the event she does need more help," he adds with a wry grin.
"Of course! Can't let them distract you from working on that mangaka now, can I?" she winks, taking one last peek at her chibi self, pocky stick firmly in hand. "I'll call you down when the food is ready." She smiles at him warmly, then heads for the door.
Set on Wednesday afternoon...
Fortunately for Shiro, the discoloration is nearly faded. The past couple of days, he's made sure to wear shirts with very long sleeves and gloves to hide the black, and was very careful about showering and changing so Angelo and Alex wouldn't see. Now, though, the black is just confined to his hands. So Wednesday night, he's sitting in his room alone (without the gloves), stereo blasting some Hitomi song, and he pulls out a sketch pad from under his bed, some pencils, and starts doodling. The door is wide open.
The loud music hardly bothers Alison - just something to use as a recharge more than anything else, since her power actually allows her to tolerate any level of sound. She knows that not the case for the other residents of the house though, so she stops by the open door (under the assumption that teenage boys do NOT leave the door to their rooms open unless it safe to do so) and leans on the doorjamb. Clearly knocking on anything to get his attention won't work, so she just lets a spark of light dance above the paper for a moment, instead.
Shiro is singing softly along with the song, and abruptly looks up when the spark of light appears before his paper. He blinks and rubs at his eyes, then looks up, scowling. "Oh. Ms. Blaire." The scowl is replaced with a look of mild embarrassment. "Good evening."
"Hey there," she smiles a bit, not even blinking at the sight of his hands - because somehow, she has the vague feeling he wouldn't be sitting here scribbling away, if it hadn't happened before. She holds up a box solemnly, shaking it a bit. "Came to fork over the pocky, as promised."
Now, if Shiro were a few years younger, he would have dropped his pad and literally flown over to grab the box out of her hands. But he's a mature young man, so he calmly puts it down and walks to the door. "Thank you. It's refreshing to see that at least one of you knows great food." Smiling a bit, he takes a pack of the snack from the box and opens it. "Well, two. Ms. Dane's cake was delicious, too."
"Lorna's an amazing cook," is the matter of fact reply, and Alison can't help but hope that there is, in fact, some cake left. Damn those cravings. "I'm figuring on making a pocky run soon," she continues, making a mental note to pick up a stuffed Nyago if one can be found, while she's at it. "Care to come along?"
"That would be great." Who knew you could turn Shiro into a squealing fan boy just by mentioning Japan's best food ever? "Will you be serving Pocky for dessert tomorrow night?" he asks, only half-joking.
Alison starts to reply with a joke, then pauses. "Oooh... I wonder what Lorna could come up with, if I challenged her on that. We'd need to pick up every flavour at the store, but..." she grins slightly, then gives Shiro and amused look. "Could very well be, at that."
"I will say now that I have no qualms clearing the store out of its Pocky." Still smiling, he leans against the doorway across from Alison, and starts on his snack. "If I had any culinary talent, I would volunteer to help with this dinner. Maybe make something Japanese. But all I can manage is sushi. Sometimes not even that."
"Careful now. Lorna hears that, she'll have you in her cooking class in no tim- wait. Sushi?" a definitely greedy gleam enters Alison eyes at that, and she whimpers. "No fair. Now I'm craving some and it's Turkey Night!"
"She doesn't have super hearing does she?" he asks, mock-paranoid. "No? Good. She didn't hear that, then. And if you are going out for Pocky, then you can also buy some sushi for dinner tonight."
"Heh. If I mess with Lorna's menu, she'll slay me. We'll do the pocky run tomorrow - you and I can stop in town for sushi at the same time, and bring some back for the others," she nods to herself, pleased with that solution.
"Sounds good to me," he says, smiling and nodding. As he takes another stick, a new song comes on. It has a slow, calming beat, and Shiro subconsciously taps his foot. "I love this song," he admits, blushing again.
Tilting her head to the side, Alison listens to the melody for a moment, picking up on the general feel of the tune, humming to it now and then. "Not bad," she murmurs, lips quirking slightly - been a while since the Muse has come calling, and listening to something she hasn't heard before always tempts her to start writing lyrics again.
"So explain to me. What is this holiday about, exactly?" he asks, returning to his bed and sketch pad, a silent invitation for Alison to enter. "Why turkey?"
"Mmm. Short version. It's to celebrate the arrival of the pilgrims to America and their survival of their first winter with the Native Tribes' help." She steps inside, picking her way to a chair, and plops down. "We can ask people downstairs about the turkey?" Because honestly, she has no clue about that one.
"I look forward to seeing this tradition." It's a lie, really, as he has no interest in dumb American customs, but it's the polite thing to say. It's funny, though, that all he can think of to draw now are turkeys.
"Heh, the food'll be amazing, I can promise you that," Alison chuckles, stretching her neck a bit to peer at the doodles Shiro is scribbling on the art pad. "It's always amazing when Lorna cooks..."
"Why am I drawing turkeys?" Sneering, Shiro rips the page out of his pad and starts with something else. After a moment of thinking, he decides on a cute chibi!Alison with Pocky. He mentally facepalms. "Where did my inspiration go?"
Of course, the fact that he choose to draw Alison can only be met with utter approval, and Alison grins gleefully while waiting for him to finish, perching on her chair and trying not to bounce and distract him as he draws.
"It's silly, really," he says to her, not looking up from his paper. "But all this talk about Pocky makes my mind one-tracked." He offers her a small smile.
"Chocolate generally does that to me," Alison offers back idly, still smiling herself and trying shamelessly to peek at the drawing. "So does talk about coffee, though Lorna's the one who is more prone to mad coffee cravings - if you ever run into her in the hallway, cradling a coffee pot and talking to it, trust me. Run the other way, and don't look back, mmm?"
"Eww." His nose turns up in disgust. "Coffee? Mazui nee. How gross. I can't stand the taste." He looks up once to take a quick look at her face before returning to the drawing.
"I'll tell Lorna to let you know which is the coffee-chocolate Pocky she'll probably make then, when I ask her to go wild," Alison winks at him, showing absolutely no offence at his response. "I've never been a tea fan myself, but mind you," she chuckles, "I've probably never been exposed to the best teas there are, either."
"Just give me sake over tea or coffee any day," Shiro says, lips turning up. He finishes the picture and gives it a quick lookover. "I hope you don't mind me drawing you. You're just the first thing that came to mind."
"Mind? You're asking me if I mind being drawn?" Alison peers at the drawing, and grins widely. "I am much with the loving this drawing," she states solemnly. "Think you could scan it in the computer? I'm thinking showing this off to the entire school sounds good."
He blushes. "Anoo . . . sure, if you'd like. I don't know how much I would look forward to hearing people's responses, though . . ."
Curling her hand in a fist, Alison winks at him. "They'll like it if they know what's good for them," she retorts, then waves her hand to show she was joking. "I'd love to have a copy for myself at least," she continues, peering at it again. "I think it's very cute!" she can't help but squeal out the last word, gleefully so.
"Kawaii was the objective," he agrees, smiling. "I'm glad you like it. Maybe I'll write a little mangaka about Chibi Blaire and her search for Pocky." Seems Shiro's been watching way too much Hello Kitty-like anime with his little sister . . .
And yet, anything revolving around Alison can only meet with her approval, and she beams at him in clear approval. "Now see, that sounds like something I'd like to see!" she exclaims, standing up and shifting the chair back in place. "What I have to do right now though, is find my roomie, who has deemed me worthy of julienning the carrots for her. Apparently only I can laser the suckers thin enough." She waggles her fingers, a smug expression on her face.
"I'll remain up here so Ms. Dane does not force me into assisting her in the kitchen. And I would appreciate it if you would keep my location a secret, in the event she does need more help," he adds with a wry grin.
"Of course! Can't let them distract you from working on that mangaka now, can I?" she winks, taking one last peek at her chibi self, pocky stick firmly in hand. "I'll call you down when the food is ready." She smiles at him warmly, then heads for the door.
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Date: 2003-11-29 03:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-11-29 10:30 pm (UTC)Super cute, you two.