Tuesday - February 26th, 2008 Who: Ingrid and Leo When: Tuesday Afternoon Where: Ingrid's room What: Leo comes bearing gifts Note: This isn't in typical scene form because it just sort of happened in aim but since we still wanted it to happen, we decided to edit it a little and post it anyway.
Ingrid: "why won't you just leave me alone? what do you want from me?!?" Leo: "I want you to enjoy this slinky." Leo: "Also, what are your feelings on The Godfather?" Leo: "That was a serious question. I expect an answer." Ingrid: "The Godfather is overrated." Leo: "PSH" Ingrid: *shrugs* Leo: "She doesn't like canoli, she doesn't like the godfather, she didn't have a slinky before this." Ingrid: *gasp* "I must not be human!" Leo: "I know demons with slinkies!" Leo: That was said in the most childish tone that a 6 foot 2 buff man, can muster Ingrid: *eye roll* Leo: Also, he totally makes himself at home. Like, plop on her bed, and break out the bag of M&M's. Ingrid: "Oh, so, not comfortable with cuddling me a little but you'll sprawl out all over my bed, huh?" Leo: "I don't sprawl. I vegetate." Ingrid: "Same difference..." Leo: "Also, do you eat M&M's, or does your hatred for canoli apply to all things delicious?" Ingrid: "I don't eat food." Leo: "No wonder you're so skinny." Ingrid: "I'm a vampire, moron. I don't need to eat food." Leo: "Well, Shawn doesn't either." Leo: "Doesn't keep him from making nutella and marshmallow sandwiches." Ingrid: "Gross..." Leo: "We're boys." Ingrid: "Gross boys. If you're going to feed me, at least give me a nice, rare steak." Leo: "Steak huh?" Ingrid: "It's almost like sustenance." Leo: "You need something more exciting than steak though." Leo: "How about... cheeze wiz?" Ingrid: "No." Leo: "It's nothing like sustenance." Leo: "But it has no nutritional content!" Leo: "That's how you KNOW it's good!" Ingrid: "I don't exactly have taste buds that work properly, Leo." Leo: "That's not right..." Leo: "How long have you been a vampire?" Leo: "I mean, Nate still has his." Ingrid: "Long enough..." Leo: "You can't possibly be that old." Leo: "If it makes you feel any better, my grandpa is 123" Leo: At this point, he's attempting to catch M&M's in his mouth. And failing. Ingrid: "You're making a mess...." Leo: "Which is exactly why you need a dog." Leo: "Plus, they're not allowed. So you can be all rebellious." Ingrid: *frowns* "I had a dog once..." Leo: "Oh?" Ingrid: "Yep." Leo: "Was it named something just awful?" Ingrid: "Why would you think that?" Leo: "Because it should be. Leo: Dogs with human names are no fun." Leo: "We call ours Argon." As in, the element. Ingrid: "I see. Well her name was Iris." Leo: "A good a name as any, I suppose." Leo: "Did you put her in those horrible little outfits that girls seem so fond of?" Ingrid: "Hell no!" *incredulous look* "Do I honestly look like one of those girls?" Leo: "No... but I wanted to hear you curse me out for implying that you were." Leo: "Frankly, I'm disappointed with your reaction." Ingrid: *eye roll* "I'm sorry. Expecting something a little more acrid? Leo: "At least I got an eye roll that time." Leo: "Improvement." Ingrid: "I could knee you in the nuts. Would that be an improvement?" Leo: "Only if you want an angry air elemental after you." Leo: "He wants to be an uncle, after all." Ingrid: "Never gonna happen. You're far too scared of boobies." Leo: "I love boobies." Leo: "I mean, what's not to love?" Ingrid: "Coulda fooled me..." Leo: "Even the name is fun." Leo: "Ever think it's YOUR boobies that are the problem?" Leo: He totally runs at this point, while laughing, resulting in slow running. Ingrid: *pelts with m&ms* "Asshole..." Leo: "Am not" Ingrid: "How about yeah?" *pouts a little* "For your information, I happen to have great tits." Leo: "Are we really discussing the quality of your tits?" Leo: "Although, I'm sure they're very nice." Ingrid: "You're the one that brought my tits into this conversation." Leo: "Actually, you did!" Leo: "So no attempting to pawn it off on me" Ingrid: "Uhm, no. I said you didn't like boobies. I didn't say anything about my boobies." Leo: "You should have assumed that your boobies were also up for discussion" Leo: "Also, I enjoy saying the word boobies." Ingrid: "Not in particular. You're the one that took it that route." Leo: "Again. Boy." Leo: *points to his junk* Ingrid: *arches brow* "And now you're going to go and bring that into the conversation too?" Leo: "It seemed appropriate." Ingrid: "If you have no interest in my boobies then I have no interest in your junk." Leo: "That seems fair enough." Ingrid: "Mmhmm" Leo: "So." Leo: "What exactly do you do for fun?" Leo: "Besides comment on the quality of your boobies?" Leo: "And pelt people with miniature chocolates." Ingrid: *shrugs* "Whatever I happen to come across that seems entertaining." Leo: "And never once did that happen to be a slinky?" Leo: "You quite obviously did not live through the sixties." Ingrid: "Yes, I've played with a Slinky before. As a child. Like children do. I was one of those once upon a time." Leo: "I could pretend to gasp, if you'd like." Leo: "OR, we could go find a set of cool stairs." Leo: "Your choice." Ingrid: *sighs* "You aren't going to drop it until I say yes, are you?" Leo: He just smiles. All puppy like Ingrid: *rolls eyes and huffs* "FINE. Leo: "I know you secretly want to." Ingrid: "Just like you secretly want my boobies..." *smirks and then grabs some shoes* Leo: "Don't forget the cookies!" He says, as he walks out the door. Ingrid: "Oh, I got your cookies right here..." Leo: "Sexual euphemisms will not be accepted in lu of actual cookies." Ingrid: *smacks him in the back of the head with a pack of Tollhouse* "YOU need to get your head out of the gutter." Leo: "But you find the most interesting things down there...."