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Jubilee (laminar) wrote in x_emplary,
@ 2008-03-27 14:48:00

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jubilation lee, shiro yoshida

Doodle wars!
Issuing the challenge:

The challenge arena and time was scribbled on the back of the paper slip. Jubilee also left behind half a tube of Pringles. 'For sustainance', she wrote on the side of the cardboard with a thick black marker.

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timetogo
2008-03-27 05:48 am UTC (link)

Shiro thought that was very thoughtful of her, too -- leaving him with some Pringles just when he was starving from work. He gave a little chuckle as he lifted the note and read it and with a shake of his head, decided to pay the sad teenage-in-disguise a visit.

It wasn't often she came to the mansion, after all.

Work clothes were stripped and he soon donned himself with a simple printed tee and a pair of old jeans whose faded legs could tell anyone how many times it's bathed in the washing machine. But while he changed his socks before he wore his slippers, his pair of shades remained on his eyes as he opened his desk drawer and scoured through the ugly pile of miscellaneous things he didn't really need like inkless ballpens, keychains from all over the world and a lot of index cards. Eventually, a cover-less notebook was pulled out, straightened a bit and he snatched himself a black marker pen from his stuffed holder.

Pringles at hand, he started out of his room and down the stairs to meet with his opponent, his first doodle already being drawn on the old book so that by the time he would have reached the common room, he would be dropping the notebook beside Jubilee and going around it to plop down to a sit.

Pringles popped open and Shiro crunched.

game start!

game start!

He also made sure he offered his snacks to Jubilee.

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laminar
2008-03-27 06:02 am UTC (link)

Jubilee never visited the mansion without good reason. Special occasions like recruiting people for a movie marathon were few and far in between. With Jean and Scott's wedding coming up, though, she was going a little stir-crazy waiting for the hen's night. Oh. The ceremony too. The ceremony was probably going to be pretty.

She was fixing herself some chai in the kitchen, and grabbing some more snacks from the cupboards (she'd pitch in come grocery time, honest). The stairs were easily reached from there, but why not use what she was given?

And to her credit, nothing fell out of her grasp or spilled when she landed crookedly beside the table. Now settled in and comfortable, Jubilee eyed Shiro as he came in, sipping her tea leisurely.

Taking an offered Pringle, and starting to scribble on her own pile of scrap paper, she said conversationally, "you know, it's still cheating if I don't understand what it says." That particular set of katakana she now knew, if only because she'd seen it so many times before.

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timetogo
2008-03-27 06:33 am UTC (link)

"Doodle," responded Shiro with emphasis as he uncapped his marker pen and began drawing on the lower portion of his first one. "It's supposed to just be a type of sketch, it doesn't have to be understandable, does it? And besides," he looked at her, dipping his head a bit so she'd see his eyes peeking out of his glasses, "You knew what that meant."

His pen made scratchy sounds as he stroked on the paper and when he was done, he capped the thing again and left it on the couch for her to see as he stood up and started towards the TV to plug it on and snatch the remote from the shelf beside it.

lesson no. 1: jubilee is small, shiro is big!

lesson no. 1: jubilee is small, shiro is big!

"What's good on TV tonight?" asked he as he turned the power on and started back to the couch.

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laminar
2008-03-27 06:48 am UTC (link)

"The main function of the sketch is to convey meaning, so if the meaning is limited by language, then it defeats the purpose of the doodle!" Jubilee shrugged, making a face at Shiro's rendition of herself, and picked up her own felt tip pen, going to work, first drawing on one side of the page, then the other.

She stole a Pringle - well, not stole, as they were kind of hers to begin with - when Shiro was away from his seat. "I dunno. But I hope something therapeutically funny like Dr. Phil."

What. She liked to laugh at silly Americans. It's their own fault they're so silly.

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timetogo
2008-03-27 07:24 am UTC (link)

He'd began to channel-surf when he plopped back down on the couch, constantly pressing on the arrow pointing to the right in search for at least a talk show set up if not Dr. Phil's face.

But when he could not find one, Shiro shooks his head at Jubilee before glancing at her doodle, "Looks like you missed it." his brows sort of arched behind his glasses and a side of his lips twitched a few centimeters up. Tossing the remote controller over to Jubilee, he took a pringle chip, munched, then drew his response.

"Everybody Loves Raymond" was on.

Shiro was silent the entire time his marker was drawing lines on the white sheet but eventually, he broke out in a little laughter and shook his head before flipping the entire notebook for Jubilee to see. "I can't draw a foot." It amused him greatly.

girl-face is sad cuz her foot is weiiird~

girl-face is sad cuz her foot is weiiird~

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laminar
2008-03-27 07:47 am UTC (link)

Jubilee stared at the foot. Then she lifted her legs to looked at her own feet, currently clad in a pair of old and battered Converse trainers. "My feet don't look that retarded," she wrinkled her nose. "It's true, you're such a failure at feet."

She had been taking the opportunity of silence and non-objections from Shiro to do a little channel surfing of her own, but became distracted by the drawing. The TV was stuck on some lame, but fairly graphic medical show as she started scrawling.

It was mean, she knew it. But it couldn't be helped. To emphasis her point, she quickly reached for Shiro's sunglasses, trying to catch him off-guard while he was distracted by her replying doodle.

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timetogo
2008-03-27 08:14 am UTC (link)

Shiro had been watching that medical show when the scalpel was doing something to what he figured was either the pancreas, the liver, or the spleen, about to ask Jubilee if she suddenly wanted to be Jean's assistant when her doodle had finished and he turned to it.

"I don't have such a big mouth, do I?" he said instead, as he took her sheet of paper to stare at the broken glasses more (he wouldn't admit it, really, but broken glasses of his are often primary causes of unease) before he set it aside and flipped a page on his old notebook so he'd begin to draw.

When his glasses sort of took a life of its own, though, his doodling paused and the hand with a marker flew to swat Jubilee's arm off with some shock, his pair of shades falling off and landing right on his unfinished doodle.

Shiro's brows arched a bit at Jubilee, his now-exposed eyes conveying a small sense of alarm, "What?"

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laminar
2008-03-27 08:42 am UTC (link)

Jubilee took this opportunity to pluck Shiro's fallen sunglasses from his notepad and put them on, although being a mite for her head they slid a little down her nose. The bright pink of the internal organs on TV became a dark reddish-brown as she looked at them. "You know, some people might consider you wearing these indoors rude. Would you wear them to meet the Queen?"

Though she had to admit these were nice and stylish shades. "How do I look?" She did her best impression of Shiro, which was basically tilt her head up and pout a bit. "Hrm. I'm surprised you can see through them."

She glanced up at the lights. They were nice and mild, none of that harsh fluorescent light that was so common in large houses.

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timetogo
2008-03-27 09:01 am UTC (link)

"I guess not, but it really depends, you know?" shrugged Shiro, retrieving his semi-reaching hand when Jubilee had stolen his glasses from him and worn it on. He didn't really mind it if people wore his sunglasses (and most especially not if it was Jubilee), anyhow -- unless that one who'd wear it was someone he disliked or was sure would break his glasses. "It's my battle gear, c'mon. We're in a duel, aren't we?"

Asked how she looked, though, and when she made a little face, he chuckled a bit and waved his hand closely to her nose, "You look ridiculous, stop pouting your lips like that."

Then he looked at his unfinished drawing...picking up the pen soon after, he finished his doodle and turned it around to show Jubilee.

jubilee is wearing big brother's glasses!

jubilee is wearing big brother's glasses!

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laminar
2008-03-27 09:45 am UTC (link)

Writing and drawing with dark glasses on, Jubilee realised halfway into her 'maybe', was a lot more difficult because, hello, very little light to see by. Shiro must have very light-sensitive eyes, or something, because coupled with the shadow of her hand, her handwriting squished together more than it normally would.

"Well, that's what you look like," she said, bunching her lips together more, not even pausing in her drawing. "Kind of like a fish, really."

One of fish with a really big head. She pushed the glasses on top of her head to admire her handiwork better, before sliding it over.

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timetogo
2008-03-27 10:16 am UTC (link)

It only took a glance for Shiro to burst out in laughter, half-throwing himself to the curving edge of the back support and the arm as he pressed his wrist against his mouth. "What-- no way! You--" pause, stop. Best doodle it.

The grin was still on his face when he began drawing his response on his notebook, practically tossing it over to Jubilee as he leaned back, capping his pen and then snatched the open tube of pringles to take from, slipping three chips into his mouth for a big chow. He smiled awkwardly and his shoulders still shook at the memory of that drawing of Jubilee's.

shiro is kogepan?!? o_o

shiro is kogepan?!? o_o

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laminar
2008-03-27 10:51 am UTC (link)

If someone had asked Jubilee, she would've said she thought her doodle looked more like Tintin than burnt bread boy. However, she too, was amused. It was good that her tea was nowhere near her mouth, otherwise she'd have spat it out, all over Shiro's notebook.

"I think it looks more like Ikkyu-san than anyone," she deadpanned after a moment, naming her childhood hero. "Or better still..."

Her face was smug when she finished that, capping her pen lid on with a loud 'click'.

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timetogo
2008-03-27 11:46 am UTC (link)

The first thing Shiro did when he saw Jubilee's drawing was to trace his nose bridge with his right index finger and sort of feel the edges of his nostrils a bit. Well, it was true, he did have a bit of a big nose to start with...

"I am really looking at myself in the mirror after this," Shiro said with a little laugh as he shook his head and uncapped his pen. "I think his arm is drawn this way," was his next words as he began to draw long lines. Then he showed it to Jubilee:

mr. potatohead's lost arm.

mr. potatohead's lost arm.

When that was done, he proceeded to draw his responding doodle, first with a neutral face then with a silly grin as he added something on the lower part of the page.

Then he handed his notebook to Jubilee as he leaned to snatch the remote control from where it was left, "You're not planning to be Jean's assistant, are you?" resting heavily against the couch's arm, he switched the channel to a cook show.

Shirooooo~ x3

Shirooooo~ x3

Tinkerbee!

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laminar
2008-03-27 12:07 pm UTC (link)

"Well it does seem like a very glamourous line of work, you know, with all the blood and the guts and the cutting people open and getting shit sprayed all over you if you accidentally cut into their colon."

So she'd been watching a little too much Grey's Anatomy. No one could say no to that show. It was like that show was the devil with its tempt-y-ness. Inspired, Jubilee drew -

Poor Tinkerbee. Her shiny and good is largely ignored. "Doesn't that," she pointed to the delicious foods on TV, "make you hungry?" It sure made Jubilee hungry, as she eyed what was left of the Pringles.

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timetogo
2008-03-27 12:24 pm UTC (link)

Shiro glanced at it to see Rachael Ray cutting up some mushrooms. "I'm not really fond of mushrooms," so he said before he uncapped his marker pen, thinking of what to draw.

When he sort of felt Jubilee's eyes, though, he gazed up to her for a bit, then figuring out what was in her mind, gave a small smile as he began to draw a long container. It was a quick doodle, all the details inclusive and he handed it to Jubilee after.

trapped tinkerbee needs help!!!

trapped tinkerbee needs help!!!

"You said it's for my sustenance, didn't you?" he took a pringle from the long tube and bit it in half, low, crunchy sounds echoing from his chewing mouth. His left arm so was hugging that tube, too.

And boy, did it feel good to use that limb without much care.

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laminar
2008-03-27 12:36 pm UTC (link)

Jubilee's doodle was quicker, and needed no further explanation.

"I said it was sustenance. I never said it was yours," she pointed out, her proof scrawled on the side of the tube. No matter! That's why she brought up other things from the kitchen. She leaned forward, having worked herself into a comfortable groove in her seat and too lazy to get up, her fingernails just scraping the edge of a packet of marshmallows.

This was discouraging.

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timetogo
2008-03-27 12:45 pm UTC (link)

If speed was their gauge now, Shiro was ready to win.

for the tears of hurt

for the tears of hurt

"You placed it on my desk so it's mine. You should have brought it down yourself if we were to share it," well, eventually he would share it to Jubilee but right now, he enjoyed seeing the tiny woman struggle to snatch that pack of marshmallows though he kept his smile to himself.

He turned towards the TV, still devouring the Pringles, when Rachael Ray had mentioned something about finishing a meal and sans the mushroom, it did look good. "Well, would you look at that..." as his feet were already on the couch, he reached over to Jubilee with his left leg and poked her hip with his big toe. "Hey Bee, check out what she's done."

There was to be no worries, his socks were clean.

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laminar
2008-03-27 01:03 pm UTC (link)

If he won the speed race his prize could be a dirty handkerchief.

Well fine, if she wasn't going to get any help here, she would - gasp - stand up and exert effort to reach her junk food. Jubilee was sitting back down when she was nudged, ripping open the packet with her teeth.

"I wish I could cook like that," she said wistfully, and her stomach responded with a grumbling echo. Usually she subsisted on takeaway or whatever awful platter she could dish up with the meagre contents on her fridge and pantry. She really needed to go grocery shopping. "Don't you wish you could cook like that?"

Because that dish, even with the mushrooms (she didn't mind them like Shiro did), looked fabulous. Jubilee sighed and leaned back heavily, causing the sunglasses on top of her head to fall over her eyes again. She didn't bother to move them, though, just let them slide down her nose as she popped a marshmallow into her mouth.

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timetogo
2008-03-27 01:18 pm UTC (link)

"Sometimes I do but often, I can't really be bothered." Not when you've got people to cook for you or restaurants to go to or simple meals to be satiated with, anyway. Shiro might look like someone who knew the rules of living alone but when it came to being served, he could walk the Path of Nobles like a pro.

He drew a relatively average doodle which he showed to Jubilee after and along with it, he offered her the Pringles he'd been hoarding to herself. There were still a few chips left -- whole ones, too.

piisu~!

piisu~!

"You're not about to eat all those marshmallows up yourself, are you?"

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laminar
2008-03-27 01:36 pm UTC (link)

"If you want them, you could just ask," Jubilee raised a brow, but passed over the packet anyway. Kicking off her shoes, she pulled her legs up to her chest and started to draw on her knee, making the paper a little crumpled, and the ink seep through at places.

She took the chips without preamble, and crunched quite contently on a couple. Maybe in a few hours she'd want some real food, but right now she was happy with these snacks. "If I could justify hiring a cook for myself, I'd do that right away. But it's so... diva."

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timetogo
2008-03-27 01:52 pm UTC (link)

"Diva?" Shiro arched his brows at that, imitating Jubilee's form though more lazily as he opened his pen and began to draw an oblongated shape of sorts. "Well, if you can pay for good food, you should do that, you know? Personally, I think food's the one thing we should spend some good money on. It concerns our body, after all. It's like buying McDonald's over say...a decent meal in an above average restaurant. Sure you get to save some money but in the long run, the unhealthy things really do end up stuck in your body," he waved his pen-wielding hand a bit when he said this. "You get what I'm saying?"

He took a little more time with his drawing before he showed it to Jubilee:

DAI TAMAGO!!!

DAI TAMAGO!!!

Shiro popped in a pink marshmallow into his mouth right after, and chewed.

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laminar
2008-03-28 06:57 am UTC (link)

Jubilee started to doodle before she replied to Shiro's mini-rant. And having to work with the contours of her knee, felt that she needed to justify the non-ovalness of her egg.

"Well, I can see how that would work if the cook was making food for more than one person. But if it's just me, it'll feel really weird to sit around and be like all, 'serve me, I'm fabulous'. And it's different even if you're eating along in a restaurant, because there are other people the waiters have to grovel to."

Poor choice of a verb, perhaps, but it conveyed adequate meaning.

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timetogo
2008-03-28 07:31 am UTC (link)

"Mm, there's a point," said Shiro almost mostly to himself as he started making weird curvic lines on his notepad, half-listening to Rachael Ray in the silence that fell upon them. "But you know," he continued as he added accessories to his art, "I wouldn't mind that, though -- hiring a cook to serve only me. Maybe I would have done it if I wasn't so worried about the rent and being in a foreign place...the cook doesn't have to be a full-time one. They can just come in for supper since I'll be eating out every lunch." he was sort of aware of the fact that what he'd spoken was a kind of monologue.

Capping his pen, he tossed the thing towards Jubilee.

is that even an animal cell?

is that even an animal cell?

Obviously, he had a bit too much fun with the cell walls...

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laminar
2008-03-28 09:17 am UTC (link)

Jubilee shrugged. "I still think it's dramatic. But then you have drama pretty much hardwired into your brain," she joked, poking Shiro's arm with the capped end of her pen. She took her hand back quickly, though, before he could do something silly like try to swat it away, and started on her doodle.

"Maybe a personal chef can help you lose some weight." Because every time she met up with Shiro? She was going to tease him about getting fat, even if he wasn't.

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timetogo
2008-03-28 09:36 am UTC (link)

Shiro still sort of waved his hand over to Jubilee even when she was already out of his reach, "I do not, how can you say I've got drama hardwired in my brain?" he took a moment to look at the doodle she'd shown him, making his own as soon as she began talking.

"I'm not fat," insisted he, scratchy sounds coming off his pen and paper. "I'll start worrying if I can't fit in my pants anymore." or that formal suit he'd sent to the laundry just awhile ago -- best be ready for Scott and Jean's wedding.

"That's right," said Shiro when he capped his pen, chowed on some mallows and showed the doodle to Jubilee. "Did Scott or Jean say anything about what we can't wear in their wedding day?"

e=mchocolate-donut squared!

e=mchocolate-donut squared!

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laminar
2008-03-28 11:22 am UTC (link)

Shifting her weight so that she could fold her legs up by her side, Jubilee felt something poking her from the pocket of her pants. Leaning on Shiro so that she could actually reach whatever it was - those jeans were only a few weeks old and really needed to be stretched out more - she managed to pull out two blue pens. How convenient. And since nothing she drew could really compete with that Shiro had done, and she didn't feel like conceding defeat just yet, it was time for a change of subject.

"Not explicitly," Jubilee 'hmm'ed, "but I guess they'd expect you to use some common sense, is all. No latex, I'd assume. Nothing ass-baring. No clashing with Jean, or Ororo's dress, though knowing your wardrobe, that shouldn't be too difficult. Actually, what other colours besides black do you have in there?"

Because it had been a while since she played a prank that involved opening his wardrobe doors.

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timetogo
2008-03-28 12:17 pm UTC (link)

Jubilee's doodle made Shiro smile a bit, "You should put that in an envelope and give it to them on their wedding day." As he sort of adjusted his legs so that the smaller woman would better lean against him (it wasn't that they'd done this often but Shiro did know how to be an older brother and in the past, he and his sister reached a compromise of positions and spaces whenever they were sharing a couch), he proceeded with his responding doodle, tracing long lines, mostly curvic ones.

"Ororo's dress," he repeated to himself as he folded his left hand's fingers and stood the thumb up to copy it (oh how glorious, the feeling of moving the left thumb is), "That's going to be difficult now, I think...in any case, I'm pretty sure I'm on the safe side." Pen was capped and doodle handed to Jubilee. "My formal suit's dark olive-ish; I've gotten it dry cleaned for the wedding. I'm surprised you wouldn't wear something ass-bearing, though, not that you have much to bear." He did not mean any serious offense by it, he swears.

GOOD JOB.

GOOD JOB.

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laminar
2008-03-28 01:30 pm UTC (link)

"Oh, not at all up to your usual standard, Yoshida," Jubilee commented as she glanced at Shiro's sketch, and after he'd spent all that effort getting it right. Well, that was what he got for being mean. With a flourish of her pen, she presented her finished product. So there was no doodle and it was kind of breaking the rules of engagement, but it was a valid question, and needed to be asked.

"I definitely plan on wearing something like that one stage," she lied blatantly, shuffling on her bum for emphasis. The movement made the sunglasses - which she had almost forgotten about - slide down to the vicinity of her mouth. Her next words were a little muffled. "Maybe tomorrow night. Which reminds me, I really need to look up the phone number of that costume shop."

Perhaps a nice nun's costume. Or a bar wench, or maybe the classic nurse thing. She knew her bodily limits, though, and wouldn't be considering a catsuit.

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timetogo
2008-03-28 01:42 pm UTC (link)

His brows arched at the 'doodle' again as he handed it back to Jubilee, "No fair, you're supposed to defeat me with a sketch." which was of course, him not accepting her victory just yet and well, he really did agree with her sketch! Was it bad to admit that? If he didn't, he could just imagine the wrath Jean and Scott would subject him to. As his space was a little stolen by Jubilee now, his doodle came a little too awry and to tease, he handed his notebook to her by laying it on top of her face; he was grinning.

nandatte?!?

nandatte?!?

"What's tomorrow night? Are you going to a high school play?" arms reached to the back and Shiro arched his spine a bit as he stretched some life back into his body. Taking the packet from his side before it spilt, he gave that one to Jubilee, too. "If I eat too much, I won't have appetite for dinner anymore." then he took his sunglasses from her mouth.

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laminar
2008-03-28 02:28 pm UTC (link)

A play? Jubilee had trouble following this logic, but was distracted by the notebook on her face, mostly. She didn't bother to remove it for a moment, and said something muffled that could've been 'mm smells like paper', or it could've been 'hey that's my face'; there was just no way to tell.

She did take the pad to look at the doodle, however, and let Shiro take his glasses back. "You don't know? Wow, you are not getting the gossip, apparently."

Jubilee had no qualms about having chips and marshmallows for dinner, and quite happily took the packet from him. Popping four into her mouth at once, she took the opportunity of melting sugar inhibiting speech to draw her reply.

"Tomorrow's Jean's hen's night." She continued after she swallowed. "And we are going to get fabulously drunk and embarrass ourselves in public. Well, I will at least. Isn't Scott planning anything?"

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timetogo
2008-03-28 02:45 pm UTC (link)

"I really don't understand why you keep wanting to embarass yourself on public. Are you going in a chicken suit, then?" he began to draw as he spoke these words.

sunglasses > bling!!

sunglasses > bling!!

"Alex is planning something," answered he, folding one of his glasses' legs so that the other one was tucked inside the collar of his tee. Brushing his locks up, he added, "I haven't been too keen about the rest of the details, though. You could ask him if you want. Can you fetch the remote control?" one of his arm held itself over her shoulder.

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laminar
2008-03-28 03:02 pm UTC (link)

"Nun costume," she replied easily, stretching her arms and making sure that at least one of her hands came close to smacking Shiro in the face. "Embarrassing myself in public is what I do. How will you know it's me otherwise?"

Her doodle was completed in a couple of quick strokes, even with switching pens. It looks like Shiro was going to win this round, though he always did, and comparing the quality of their doodles, it wasn't hard to see why.

"Oh, I think I can see what what's going to happen there." She grinned, grabbing the remote and dangling it between thumb and forefinger. "Alex is the only one trying to get drunk, but he can't. And the rest of you just sit around a neat little table having some civilised conversation and maybe tease Scott a bit."

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timetogo
2008-03-28 03:24 pm UTC (link)

"Actually, if the opportunity of getting drunk presents itself, I plan on doing it again," was Shiro's response after he sort of snorted and brushed his nose bridge with a hand after Jubilee slightly clawed on it. "The previous experience was bad, wasn't it? I wanted to end the night laughing and I'm so ashamed of myself getting drunk so easily." Uncapping his marker pen, he added, "That's one of my goals for now: to train myself to get drunk more difficultly." which could have been phrased even better, he just couldn't be bothered.

He pushed the notebook up a bit, sliding it on his leg as he started doing long lines but when he wasn't satisfied, he leaned over and slid a blue pen off Jubilee's grip, "I'd like to borrow your pen, please." With a new color now, he improved his sketch, repeating some lines and drawing lazy asterisks before plopping the doodle on Jubilee's tummy. "That is how you do a firework, Ms. Bee."

who get real thing?!

who get real thing?!

As though inspired by his doodle, he laxed against the couch's curved edge and joined his hands by their pinky fingers, palm facing him so that little colorful globules started popping out of his hand. "What colors do you think should my fireworks be on their wedding?"

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laminar
2008-03-29 12:08 pm UTC (link)

"And whose fault would that be?" Jubilee asked in mock anger, trying to appear stern by putting her hands on her hips, but failing dismally because of the angle her arm was in with the couch. "Mr Lightweight. You know you're an emo drunk, right? I hope you don't get into one of your moods on Scott's stag night."

All the while she was multitaking and doodling. Drawing the flower in one stroke, she grabbed the blue pen off Shiro again to add some colour.

She put down her pens and flipped through Shiro's book a bit, thinking on his question. "Red and gold is always nice," she suggested after a pause, channelling her inner Gryffindor. "Or you could try to match with the flower arrangements."

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timetogo
2008-03-29 12:38 pm UTC (link)

Globules paf'd out.

"No, I am not," Shiro responded simply on the topic of being an emotional drunk as he snatched his book and her pen from her again and began to draw his response, writing ruined slightly by his insistence to hold his thicker marker pen while doing so with a the thinner ballpoint one. "I'll treat you to drinks next time to make up for it -- I'll even take those slammers though I can't promise I won't puke at you." Satisfied with his art, he slapped it on Jubilee's face again.

because shiro's flower burns, yanno?

because shiro's flower burns, yanno?

At her suggestion, he restarted his little show of fireworks in the same way, watching red and gold mingle with each other in streaks and sparks. "Any idea on the flowers' colors?" a little green soon came into his picture -- red and gold alone was just too boring.

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laminar
2008-03-29 01:14 pm UTC (link)

Oh, this notebook on her face thing was bordering on abuse, she swears. She look a look, and threw it backwards, not hard or anything, just with enough force behind it so that it might make a nice 'smack' when Shiro tried to catch it. And her picture conveyed some of that feeling, she thought.

"Have you ever heard yourself speak when you've got a couple of glasses in you? You wax poetical, and complain a lot more frequently, and are just generally touchy. Next time I should bring a tape recorder, just so I have the definitive proof."

Jubilee reached for the bag of largely neglected marshmallows, and took a handful. "Also, mansion gossip? Is your friend. I believe the flowers are of the white-orange-yellow variety. Warm tones, basically. It's so handy having a personal fireworks generator around - you should do the shiny things at my wedding too."

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timetogo
2008-03-29 01:31 pm UTC (link)

Shiro sort of met the notebook with a little shock, pushing it a bit on mid-air with his right and then catching it only when he'd slapped it onto his leg.

"That seems highly logical, then," he said as he took up his pen and began to draw his response, needing to flip the page for space. "I'm generally composed and quiet when I'm not drunk, am I not? Of course a few shots of alcohol should open an inner rage." Shiro poked Jubilee with the back of his pen, "The same thing happens to you, y'know?" capping his pen after a few more strokes, he leaned forward and politely handed the notebook to her.

da-da! dadada! dadadaaa!

da-da! dadada! dadadaaa!

With one hand free, Shiro produced another set of similar fireworks on his palm, putting in a shade of neon green still along with really bright yellow for the white and the yellow flowers and a dash of amber and vivid orange. "Sure, just tell me when you plan to get married and I'll be there on the dot," leaning towards her again (and making sure his mini-firework display wouldn't catch her hair), he showed her his palm, "What do you think?" being gifted with long arms is great.

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laminar
2008-03-29 02:07 pm UTC (link)

"Mm. Inner Yoshida rage. Really scary stuff." Jubilee did jazz hands, displacing some of her scrap paper in the process. She was a little alarmed to find that she'd almost run out. This was not going to be condusive to the battle at all. She could still win, dammit!

"Great, 'cause if you don't come to my wedding I'd kick your as- oh!" Okay. So the sudden arm and the sparkly had surprised her, and she did jump slightly, though she hoped that Shiro hadn't noticed.

"As long as it doesn't clash with my dress," she poked a tongue out at him. "You should really ask Jean. This day is going to be all about her." At least, if it was done right, it was. None of that rubbish about it being about love and union and all these nice poetic things - the wedding was always about the bride.

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timetogo
2008-03-29 02:24 pm UTC (link)

Oh, but he did notice. At such close distance, how wouldn't he?

Not that that was supposed to mean anything than it literally does.

"Well, now you know the colors, you should make sure not to make your dress clash with them, right?" the little fireworks popped into nothigness at his command and with a grunt, he let himself fall back to the contour he had been leaning on since Jubilee decided that his legs were good support. Taking his notebook (so they were playing with gods now, weren't they?) he started to doodle, "Wouldn't it be nice if the fireworks were a surprise, though? I mean, maybe they'd expect that I would do one but you know, which colors, right?"

Sketch was revealed soon after:

you better let me use my lightning-like scissors!

you better let me use my lightning-like scissors!

"What time is it?"

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laminar
2008-03-29 02:39 pm UTC (link)

Well, she prided herself on being unshakeable, so any outward sign that she could be shaken should be eliminated, which included jumping at small, sudden fireworks. Payback time. Well, at least to the little stick avatar that represented Shiro.

"Hey, I picked my dress before you decided on your colours. Ladies first and all that, remember? And, surprise might be nice, but I don't think you would want to suffer the wrath of Jean if you happened to get anything wrong on the day."

Rolling her shoulders to smooth out some knotted muscle, Jubilee glanced at the TV first, as if the ending of a home improvement show would give her the time. "I dunno, I'm not the one with the Rolex," she pointed to her wrists, which were completely devoid of any accessories.

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timetogo
2008-03-29 03:10 pm UTC (link)

Secretly, Shiro does wish this stubborn girl would just admit defeat, already. 'cause even if he isn't showing it (much), he is often in the threat of losing ideas and conceding. He had a record to hold, he was not about to let Jubilee ruin it.

"My Rolex is upstairs," he proceeded to draw, anyway, brushing his hair off his face first so that his locks sort of waterfalled back to the side of his cheek and roof his eye a bit, "I'll go and check with Jean sometime, then. I sure as hell wouldn't want a dog up my ass for ruining her day..."

when I die, will I see heaven?

when I die, will I see heaven?

The drawing in itself, the Inner Contemplative Shiro thought, was a bit ironic considering he wasn't even a believer but he figured he could always rely on stereotypes to defend him.

"I wonder if there is a channel that tells time," he said mostly to himself as his arm reached for the remote control...or at least gestured for Jubilee to hand it to him.

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laminar
2008-03-29 03:30 pm UTC (link)

Normally? Jubilee would probably just let it go if Shiro had given some indication, but not this time - she was determined to break the guy's streak, and by the ways things were going, it seemed that it was likely to happen tonight.

... Or, not, as she realised that she was down to her last piece of paper (even after scrabbling around on the floor), and Shiro would win by default. Dammit. Jubilee eyed the pages still left in his notebook, and made a mental note to be more prepared next time. Still, if she was going to go, it was going to be with a bang. Detail and neatness could be forgone for impact.

"Okay. You win for now," she capped her pen with a final loud 'click', and sat up, reaching for the remote control to pass over. "But only because I've run out of paper. Next time I'll get you, and your little dog too."

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timetogo
2008-03-29 03:46 pm UTC (link)

The clap! that his palms produced up in the air when they met each other was crisp and was joined with a 'whoo!' from him, "Still the unbeatable champion." Not that Shiro figured that was anything to really pride himself on but well, it was a little thing he had going on with his friend here.

Each drawn pages of his notebook had about three sketches on it, back to back and though its cover was long gone, he'd still flipped it back to his first sketch with the 'ゲムスタート!!' before he checked the remaining pages left. Well, seven pages worth of art shouldn't be much damage... "You still need to train more, Young Grasshopper," or however they say that.

Having regained some space, Shiro now crossed his legs and slouched to lean his lower arms on his knees, flipping channels until he would find something that tells him the time, "You feel up for dinner? I'm planning to go down and check if it's ready now that I've won."

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laminar
2008-03-30 12:12 pm UTC (link)

"It would help," Jubilee drawled while arranging her pieces of paper haphazardly into a pile, "if you weren't so smug about it. Because karma works in funny ways, you know, and it'll come back to bite you in the ass eventually."

Today's pages, like all the other doodles in the history of her and Shiro's little doodle wars, were probably going to be tossed into her room somewhere, and lost forever, until one day there was probably going to be a fire at her flat and all this paper would contribute to the building burning down.

She really needed to hire a cleaner for her apartment.

This talk of dinner reminded her of the discarded tea, so Jubilee took a gulp, even though it was cold. "I've got a stomach full of marshmallows, Pringles and cold chai. Of course I feel up to dinner." On days like these, she really loved her stomach of steel.

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timetogo
2008-03-31 01:46 am UTC (link)

Awww, Jubilee was being cute and adorable, again!

Shiro smiled and laid a hand on her head to do a little ruffling of the hair before he brought his socked feet down to the floor and then reaching for the discarded slippers. "Just asking, wouldn't know what kind of snake you already have there in your stomach, y'know?" standing up with all doodling equipment and dusting the stray crumbs (and sugar?) off his clothes, he turned to say, "Well, stay for desserts, anyway. You should at least have some ice cream with us in the dinner table..."

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laminar
2008-03-31 07:31 am UTC (link)

Jubilee smoothed out her hair after the ruffling, and gave Shiro a look that said, 'every time a Shiro Yoshida ruffles a Jubilation Lee's hair, god kills a kitten'. But it was not really a mean look, so maybe the last part could've been less kittens dying.

"Mm, you know I can't resist ice cream of any kind, not even mint chocolate chip," she said, knowing full well that Shiro didn't like that flavour at all. "Perhaps I'll have some of that tonight, actually. There's bound to be some in the freezer. Everyone loves mint choc chip."

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	timetogo 2008-03-31 07:40 am UTC (link)
	Blech. Shiro's face contorted at the idea of chocolate mint and his tongue sort of stretched itself out for a second there. He shook his head after, "You English people and your weird tastes..." He started towards the door...then stopped by the frame in time to turn and look at Jubilee, "Oh, you coming with me or are you 'porting?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	laminar 2008-03-31 12:44 pm UTC (link)
	"'Porting? It's just downstairs. I'm not that lazy." Jubilee stood up to pull her jeans up a little, then after gathering everything up in one hand, joined Shiro at the door, linking her free arm around his as she made a face. "Let us be on our merry way, dear sir, and make with the merry conversation of starved dinner-goers." And onwards they marched. (Reply to this) (Parent)