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Artie & Nico
Nico runs into Artie watching TV. Headaches ensue.
Sure, there was a tv in Artie's suite. The one in the rec room was bigger. Much bigger. He was crosslegged on one couch, TV on, watching basketball.
Sure, there was a TV on Nico's suite. But...well, yeah, that one was bigger. But it had basketball. Hm.
"Are you going to watch...the whole game?" What a thing to ask, really.
He shook his head and showed her a clock face, with the minute hand ticking forward fifteen minutes while, beside it, cartoon basketballers were displayed on a tv beside it. When the minute hand showed fifteen minutes were up, the screen blanked. Only the first fifteen minutes. Artie doubted she'd believe him.
"....Right." She was so not buying that, but TV was TV, right? Sitting next to the boy, Nico decided it was time she started watching sports. Well, not really, but she was feeling lazy enough to just sit there instead of going back to her room. "Artie right? We hadn't really talked much before; and you know what I mean when I say talk." Was it rude to talk while watching sports?
Oh, she was one of those. Artie didn't mind the conversation: it wasn't as though he really cared about either team or the outcome of the game. He nodded in reply and flicked up another picture, a witch with a cauldron and raised his eyebrows. Amiright?
The cauldron make her smirk. "A witch, yeah; not really a mutant. I see you have grown to a good deal of detail on your...well, these picture thingies." Which was true. Focusing on the TV for a second, Nico tried to pay attention...to no avail. "So...eh, who's playing?"
Artie pointed at the tv, where the commentators were running through both teams' possessions. It was kind of obvious. Course I do. Ive had lots of practice he said, flashing up the words.
Squinting her eyes, Nico noticed the teams. "Huh, alright." She was rapidly remembering why she didn't like sports. "You sure have; can you do something like an entire room or something? I mean, you handle the images pretty well, but I wonder how far it goes." Because he had detail and shape already.
Artie shook his head, and concentrating, he made a picture of Nico, placing her seated against one wall. Frowning, he made it grow and, as it grew, the details and colours faded out. When her head touched the ceiling, she was nothing more than a series of wavery, pale lines that blinked out entirely. He rubbed his head, ow.
Nico, the witch that lived in a house filled with mutants, couldn't help going all "Ooooooh" when she saw the image growing. "That's pretty awesome!", said as she looked at it, and then at the pained Artie. "But maybe I shouldn't have asked that; last thing I want is to be the responsible for giving you a headache."
He couldn't face doing words right now, not when he already had a headache. Stick-figure Artie tried and failed to present a larger image twice, clutching its head inbetween before getting it and beaming. Practice makes perfect, right?
"Alright, I get it. I think you might need an aspiring or something right now." Because, really, even the stick figure looked in pain. "And I...eh...will bring you ice cream! There, ice cream makes it all better, I think."
He nodded vigorously. She had a point. Standing, Artie gestured toward the door, bowing slightly before pointing at Nico and then at himself and walked his fingers toward the door. He'd come, and help.
Nodding, the girl placed a hand over Artie's shoulder. "Let's go then? I think there are some aspirins in my room." Casting magic gave her headaches very rarely, but she was prepared for them, none the less. "And then we can go to the kitchen and get that ice cream."
Sure, there was a tv in Artie's suite. The one in the rec room was bigger. Much bigger. He was crosslegged on one couch, TV on, watching basketball.
Sure, there was a TV on Nico's suite. But...well, yeah, that one was bigger. But it had basketball. Hm.
"Are you going to watch...the whole game?" What a thing to ask, really.
He shook his head and showed her a clock face, with the minute hand ticking forward fifteen minutes while, beside it, cartoon basketballers were displayed on a tv beside it. When the minute hand showed fifteen minutes were up, the screen blanked. Only the first fifteen minutes. Artie doubted she'd believe him.
"....Right." She was so not buying that, but TV was TV, right? Sitting next to the boy, Nico decided it was time she started watching sports. Well, not really, but she was feeling lazy enough to just sit there instead of going back to her room. "Artie right? We hadn't really talked much before; and you know what I mean when I say talk." Was it rude to talk while watching sports?
Oh, she was one of those. Artie didn't mind the conversation: it wasn't as though he really cared about either team or the outcome of the game. He nodded in reply and flicked up another picture, a witch with a cauldron and raised his eyebrows. Amiright?
The cauldron make her smirk. "A witch, yeah; not really a mutant. I see you have grown to a good deal of detail on your...well, these picture thingies." Which was true. Focusing on the TV for a second, Nico tried to pay attention...to no avail. "So...eh, who's playing?"
Artie pointed at the tv, where the commentators were running through both teams' possessions. It was kind of obvious. Course I do. Ive had lots of practice he said, flashing up the words.
Squinting her eyes, Nico noticed the teams. "Huh, alright." She was rapidly remembering why she didn't like sports. "You sure have; can you do something like an entire room or something? I mean, you handle the images pretty well, but I wonder how far it goes." Because he had detail and shape already.
Artie shook his head, and concentrating, he made a picture of Nico, placing her seated against one wall. Frowning, he made it grow and, as it grew, the details and colours faded out. When her head touched the ceiling, she was nothing more than a series of wavery, pale lines that blinked out entirely. He rubbed his head, ow.
Nico, the witch that lived in a house filled with mutants, couldn't help going all "Ooooooh" when she saw the image growing. "That's pretty awesome!", said as she looked at it, and then at the pained Artie. "But maybe I shouldn't have asked that; last thing I want is to be the responsible for giving you a headache."
He couldn't face doing words right now, not when he already had a headache. Stick-figure Artie tried and failed to present a larger image twice, clutching its head inbetween before getting it and beaming. Practice makes perfect, right?
"Alright, I get it. I think you might need an aspiring or something right now." Because, really, even the stick figure looked in pain. "And I...eh...will bring you ice cream! There, ice cream makes it all better, I think."
He nodded vigorously. She had a point. Standing, Artie gestured toward the door, bowing slightly before pointing at Nico and then at himself and walked his fingers toward the door. He'd come, and help.
Nodding, the girl placed a hand over Artie's shoulder. "Let's go then? I think there are some aspirins in my room." Casting magic gave her headaches very rarely, but she was prepared for them, none the less. "And then we can go to the kitchen and get that ice cream."