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trans_92010-06-19 09:52 pm
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Bendytimed to Shore Leave [Open]
Negi was smoking. A holo-cig but still.
And he had a big goofy grin on his face.
For his first cigarette in, well, forever, he was being rather good at it. And he was humming and walking around like he was floating on air.
The night before had been just fantastic. Wonderful food despite the tiny portions, the wine was great, the amazing not!date...
Yeah, he was on cloud nine at the least. And dressed in sunglasses, hooded shirt and shorts with sneakers, he was humming loudly and a little off tune.
Chamo chuckled to himself. "You think the way he was acting he got laid..."
"I heard that!" exclaimed Negi and Chamo laughed.
And he had a big goofy grin on his face.
For his first cigarette in, well, forever, he was being rather good at it. And he was humming and walking around like he was floating on air.
The night before had been just fantastic. Wonderful food despite the tiny portions, the wine was great, the amazing not!date...
Yeah, he was on cloud nine at the least. And dressed in sunglasses, hooded shirt and shorts with sneakers, he was humming loudly and a little off tune.
Chamo chuckled to himself. "You think the way he was acting he got laid..."
"I heard that!" exclaimed Negi and Chamo laughed.
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"Not that I'm complaining shut up Chamo-kun before she drops us but how come we're being hauled into the air?"
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"The cigarette." Comes the stone, cold, hard voice. "Drop. The. Cigarette. NOW."
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"You're so easily plyable right now though," smirked Chamo.
"Hey c'mon, I was having a good day and then you said "get the holo-cig it won't hurt aniki"." Negi rolled his eyes. "Really..."
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"...is that...alcohol on your breath?"
There's a brief plik! sound before Negi will have the wind in his face, moving fast and faster, a spin around, before the horror of being flung into the air, up up up up and up...high.
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"Hold up neechan, hoooooold!" exclaimed Chamo, hanging on for dear life. "Wait, he's drunk?!"
"I'm drunk?" exclaimed Negi. Wait, was he? What'd he drink to get DRUNK?!
... and why was he mostly lucid and not slurring his words?
Hmm.
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And then just as he starts to fall, the back of his shirt collar is grabbed and he stops quickly pumetting to the ground; suspended in mid-air.
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Negi fished out a pill and he ate it. There was a poof of smoke and Negi's hands hurled to his forehead as a throbbing hangover crashed into his skull. "OGOD I think I'm dying here!"
"Whoa... insta-hangover..."
"COR BLIMEY!"
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There's another hurl up into the air... (enjoy that. She's actually a little confused that the young teenager she was giving a strict talking-to/words-with is now replaced by a little boy) ... and then in the soft arms of a stoic young woman.
"Come here," she softly says, cradling him close.
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Nura slowly starts to descend to the ground, hair uplifted and a very serious demeanor to her person. "We can discuss how you are in a galaxy's worth of trouble for drinking under the legal age. First..."
She touches down. "...let's go see about finding something for that zeta-awesome hangover of yours."
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He smiled weakly at her. "I guess I know now what an adult feels like after drinking huh?"
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"What was your first clue?" she says with a little acid on her tongue.
She shifts her management of holding him so that his head is on her shoulder. She would constantly carry children this way on rescue missions on Rim-Worlds where it was Youth In Revolt.
"Yes. They usually feel like complete nasses. Some are just futzwits, though, and pick-up another drink and guzzle it down." She scoffs and shakes her head, white luxurious hair tossing in the wind.
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"Yeah. None of my co-workers are really big drinkers." said Negi.
"You know I didn't get your name," said Negi after a moment. "You're one of Stacy's crew but we've never really met. I'm Negi Springfield. And yes, this is my real age. I'm 10."
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"...and you didn't ask what exactly Meelar Water was?"
She's losing a little sympathy, but with that adorable little head of his on her shoulder, she's still content with not raising her voice. (because hangovers are batwitches to get over, she knows...)
She pats his back. "I'm Nura Nal-Dox. Nura or Mrs. Dox is just fine. My codename, however, is Dream Girl. And...you're ten? You don't look more than a day over seven."
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"H-hey, I've grown... a little," defended Negi. "Just a little. I guess when you're really tall I look downright puny..."
And being carried like a little kid didn't do much to dispel that sight.
I've died and gone to cuteness heaven
Nura laughs brightly. It is possibly one of her best traits. "You're right. You're not as tiny as an Imskian. But still..." she reaches up with one hand and taps Negi's little nose.
"But you're pretty close~, you have to admit..."
its amazing how cute he still is
"I-I'm not that tiny..." he managed, blushing.
she'll love 'em either way
Nura uses her index finger to tilt Negi's head towards her, and presses a tiny kiss to his cheek. There's a little lipstick-kiss left there for all to see.
"You're small, let's put it that way."
oh yes
"Okay, I'm small," admitted Negi.
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Nura lovingly ruffles his messy, spiky red hair, making it even more messy. "Good boy," she says, adding another small kiss next to the first one's lipstick print.
They enter a market place, full of stalls and goods, and the heady scent of food. "Careful, the smell of food always does a number on me during a hangover."
She rubs his back, looking for a fruit vendor.
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"W-what are we looking for?" inquired Negi curiously.
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She puts his head against her neck, hoping that it helps block out the scent further more. "Like I said, it's bad." She pats his back again in a "there, there" emphasis.
"Food that won't upset your stomach," Nura says, careful to keep away from that spicy scented stall with the blue rice (at least she hopes that it is blue rice...) "The best thing to do to get over a hangover is to eat a little."
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she probably looks like a teenage mother with her holding him.
She finally finds a vendor selling a safe-looking fruit (and it seems to smell alright when she picks one up and brings it to her nose).
"Here." She hands some currency to the stall vendor and then takes a couple of the purple bananas. "That should be enough for four..." They come all attached together at the end.
Taking her fruit, she weaves her way through the market place once more, and then, she's out on beach property.
Hehehe oh yes
"No this isn't my baby...wish he was, though"
awwww XD
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