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Post by alexei on Jan 15, 2009 20:43:59 GMT -5
Alexei wheeled around his apartment, making one last check to make sure that he didn't have anything awkward or strange lying around...not that he normally had awkward or strange things lying around his apartment, but you know. Once he had made sure that his apartment was, well, respectable, he really had nothing left to do but wait for Eevee to get there, and he was too antsy to do anything else--if he could walk, he would probably be pacing around. He didn't know why he was nervous, really. It's not like he had never invited anyone over to his place before.
Alexei finally went over to his desk, moving his laptop to the side and pulling his notebook towards him, idly working out some preliminary calculations on his latest project. He actually managed to get himself occupied, and jumped slightly when there was finally a knock on the door. He wheeled himself quickly to the door and opened it, looking up at Eevee. "Hi."
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Post by eevee on Jan 16, 2009 21:24:03 GMT -5
Today could have been called a miracle of days. Today could ahve been called a fluke. Today could habe been called a relaxation day. Today could have been called anything and Eevee still would not have cared. As it was, Eevee was very happy. Not only had both of her jobs declared that today Eevee had no work, but Alexei just happened to call and invite her over to his house.
Not having anything else to do--she could put off cleaning her apartment until another day--Eevee quickly replied yes. When he said to come over whenever, she, of vourse, said she'd be there in fifteen minutes. Fifteen minutes was the most time she ever took to get somewhere, at least to somewhere as close as Alexei's house. Eevee quickly threw on a black tanktop, her favorite pair of jeans, and her belt: though the jeans were her favorite, they had a tendency to slide down whenever she crouched or sat.
And when she was ready, she walked out the door, got into a bus--hey, save energy, right?--and soon found her way to Alexei's house. Apartment. Whatever. She knocked on the door and waited patiently--Alexei was in a wheelchair, so it might have taken him a while to get to the door. Then the door opened and there sat--quite literally--Alexei. "Hi," she answered, almost echoing the man. "I'm here." Obviously. "Can I come in?" |
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Post by alexei on Jan 19, 2009 19:00:10 GMT -5
"Yeah, come right in," Alexei said, moving back to let Eevee in and closing the door behind her. "You can leave your shoes on if you want," he added, glancing down at his sock-clad feet. "I just like taking my shoes off at home, but you don't have to." He swiveled his chair around, being careful not to run over Eevee's feet, and led her into the main part of his apartment, into the main living area, where he had his couch, desk, TV, etc.
"So, yeah, this is my apartment," he said, turning his head around at a slightly awkward angle, kind of back and up, to look at Eevee. "It's not much, but it's home." He paused and turned his wheelchair around all the way so he could look her in the face slightly less uncomfortably "I didn't really have anything specific in mind..." he trailed off slightly. "Do you want to just maybe get a pizza and watch a movie?"
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Post by eevee on Jan 20, 2009 21:37:04 GMT -5
Eevee smiled at Alexei, walked into his apartment, and looked around. Then she took off her shoes—the floor looked clean and there was no use in scuffing up the floor when Alexei couldn’t reach it to scrub it—and placed them side by side near the door. Eevee waited as Alexei pulled ahead. She did not know where anything was in his house and, essentially, she felt blind. This was the first time she’d been over at his house, so she should have felt strange.
But Eevee wasn’t used to feeling this way. She felt funny, in more ways than one. This was only their third or fourth meeting, but Eevee already knew that, without encouragement, she and Alexei could become good friends, if not something more. Eevee wasn’t too sure if their relationship, however strange, would progress to the latter stages of ‘something more,’ meaning marriage.
Eevee looked thoughtful, “Yes, pizza and a movie should be fun, especially with your ability.” She loved Alexei’s ability the most, better than her ability, even. If he wanted, he could even copy the presidents’ voice, for heaven’s sake! “What movie did you have in mind?” She asked, and then inclined her head to the couch, “May I sit?” When he said yes (I am supposing this, for all I know, Alexei could become a meany and say no), she sat, and looked at him. That must have felt better on his neck, and it felt better to her legs.
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Post by alexei on Jan 30, 2009 22:22:20 GMT -5
Alexei nodded when Eevee agreed that pizza and a movie would be great. "Pepperoni sound good?" After hanging up the phone after ordering the pizza, Alexei wheeled over to the couch where Eevee sat. "Pizza should be here in about half an hour." He had no idea what kind of movies Eevee liked, so he just started tossing out suggestions--they finally settled on the first Pirates of the Caribbean.
After putting the DVD in and starting the movie, Alexei wheeled back over to the couch, making the relatively easy transfer from his wheelchair to the couch, situating himself in a comfortable position. He realized that all the antsy "pacing" he had been doing before Eevee got there was essentially pointless--he was remarkably relaxed and nothing had seemed awkward so far--it felt somewhat natural and comfortable, having Eevee over at his place. He glanced over at her. "So, which of the three movies do you think is the best?"
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Post by eevee on Feb 3, 2009 23:53:06 GMT -5
Eevee smiled at him, “Sure, Pepperoni sounds just fine.” She didn’t care, really, what pizza. Supreme would have been good, too, but Pepperoni was fine. She wasn’t very picky when it came to things like that. Then Alexei asked her a couple movie titles that they might want to watch. They were all funny, the Terminator, Rocky, Serenity, and the Pirates of the Caribbean to mention a few. She thought about Alexei’s power, and realized that the Terminator would be cool for him to reenact, but Pirates was so much better. “I say Pirates, aye!” She said, trying to make a joke and hooking her finger like… well, a hook.
Eevee politely averted her eyes, or rather, focused on the back of the Terminator DVD. When Alexei was on the couch, she smiled at him, “It would have been funny to hear your replica of Swarzzenager’s voice. But I’ll have to settle for Depp’s voice.” She quirked an eyebrow at him, “You can do Depp’s voice, can’t you?” Of course he could, it was just a dare, an unspoken dare. She laughed when he asked the question, “I’ve never really thought about that. Well, I love the first one because it’s a classic, but the third one is also good. I love the small rock-crabs. You?" |
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Post by alexei on Feb 13, 2009 22:22:46 GMT -5
Alexei grinned at Eevee's remark about pirates, and then noticed something. He had noticed that every time he moved from himself from his wheelchair into the car or the couch or vice versa, Eevee would quite deliberately not look at him. He wasn't sure if she was uncomfortable with watching him maneuver himself around, or if she just felt like she needed to give him privacy. She really didn't need to--he honestly didn't mind. It was only when people blatantly and obviously stared at him that he got uncomfortable. He spoke up, "You don't always have to look away when I do that," he said, going down the blunt path that all their conversations seemed to take. "I honestly don't mind."
Alexei grinned at Eevee's unspoken dare. "Of course I can," he responded in the voice of Captain Jack Sparrow. He had always had fun with his ability. And in response to her question back, "I'm personally a big fan of the second one. The first one is classic, yeah, but there's something I really like about the second one." He grinned.
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Post by eevee on Mar 5, 2009 16:38:01 GMT -5
Eevee looked at Alexei and shrugged. “Papa always told me to be courteous. If you want me to stare at you when you move from the wheelchair to something else, then I will.” Eevee motioned to herself, “You know I can be blunt, but at least I try to be respectful and polite.” Tell the truth, her Papa taught her to be more than just polite. He’d taught her how to be street smart, and he made her want to become a SWAT member.
Eevee’s Papa was a renowned gangmember. But to his children he was the perfect father.
Eevee laughed at Alexei as he spoke with Sparrow’s voice. Then she shrugged, “Okay then, we can watch the second Pirates.” The second movie was good, too.
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Post by alexei on Mar 10, 2009 17:53:02 GMT -5
Alexei grinned at Eevee's response, and shrugged. "I guess I was just saying, I honestly don't mind." He wondered if maybe she was just curious. Beyond their first blunt conversation in the bar, where she had asked him how he peed, he hadn't said any more about his accident and Eevee hadn't asked. He had come to realize in the past almost-ten years that the main reason people stared at him was just because they were curious.
Alexei didn't really want to bring that up right now, though. Now wasn't really the time for serious conversations. Maybe another time. Some other time when they weren't watching a fantastically epic pirate movie.
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