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You should listen to Navi DuBleu. ([info]heyheylisten) wrote in [info]valarlogs,
@ 2012-10-16 01:10:00

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Entry tags:!complete, navi, pete wisdom

Who: Navi, Pete
What: Unpacking things
When: Tuesday afternoon
Where: The DuBleu family home in Garden Grove
Status: In Progress
Rating: PG-13 because they can't help flirting.



All of the heavy things had been lifted by people that weren't her and Pete, and she was glad for that. She was stronger than most people thought, but not strong enough to lift sofas by herself. She was pretty sure Pete wouldn't want to lift things either. But they were both putting away books and dishes and knick-knacks. Navi was singing to herself, bouncing around the house as Zora got used to the new digs and scoped out where the best sunbeams were.


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[info]mister_wisdom
2012-10-16 06:26 am UTC (link)
Pete wasn't exactly Mr. Move It when it came to packing up and going from place to place. He wasn't about to move a couch, not without losing a lung in the process, and complaining a lot with massive grumpy face the whole time. So it was great they had wisely foreseen the need for movers.

It was also pretty great that he hadn't paid them in firearms and alcohol. Instead he used money, like most people did. And bummed a cigarette from one of the movers so he could sneak into the backyard and gun it like no one's business.

MOVING IS STRESSFUL, OK?! The patch wasn't cutting it.

If asked if he smoked, Pete will simply eyedart and pull the old spy thing of he doesn't know what anyone's talking about, that's classified information, and he won't divulge any infos. Not even if angry rabid dogs were eating his legs off.

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[info]heyheylisten
2012-10-16 06:33 am UTC (link)
It was around the time Pete was taking his last drag that Navi opened up the back door to the patio. "Grumbles? Finish your smoke and let's knock out the living room, okay?" His bad habits were widely known to her, and she didn't really mind them anyway.

The day was cool and the air was sweet from the trees flowering in the backyard, so she left the door open. Zora lifted her head and sniffed the air but eventually went back to sleep. She'd been an outside cat and where had that gotten her? Lit on fire. Outside was for the dogs.

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[info]mister_wisdom
2012-10-16 06:39 am UTC (link)
Because he had his back turned, Pete almost spit out his precious lone cigarette across the back yard. So much for trying to hide his bad habit. Or that particular bad habit, at any rate. Those nicotine patches weren't cutting it.

Oh well, he was already caught, so he gave her a scrunchy faced staring at before finishing with one last puff, and going back inside. He also left the door open, because the threat level was low and he was apparently born in a British barn.

"Wot did you want me t'unload now, Petal?" he asked, loosening his tie even more and pushing his rolled up shirt sleeves over his elbows, so he could dig right back into the...lot n' lots of stuff. Necessary stuff, but stuff nonetheless! "You should've moved into a house ages ago."

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[info]heyheylisten
2012-10-16 06:46 am UTC (link)
She giggled when he almost swallowed his smoke. Instead of returning his scrunchy face, she stuck out her tongue at him and then turned to wiggle her bottom. Toeing the door shut after him, she pointed at the living room.

"We're almost done in here, then it's just the bedroom. I did the kitchen before. Because they're honestly pretty easy." Plates. Pans. Not bad.

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[info]mister_wisdom
2012-10-16 06:51 am UTC (link)
He didn't have to move the couch, but Pete gave her a thorough eyeing. Not only because of the bum wriggle and cheeky tongue neener neener thing, but because he had the sneaking suspicion that this was going to turn into one of those "Honey, move the couch a little more to the left" moments.

"That's because you flit about, being quick and wily. I have my eye on you. You're dangerous," he joked, with a smirk. Pete moved toward one box of books like it was considered a low threat situation by his assessment, and began taking them out of the box and putting them on an end table. He was making a haphazard pile, one that was out of alphabetical order by author name or title.

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[info]heyheylisten
2012-10-16 07:08 am UTC (link)
"Dangerous like a moose, yup!" She hummed and moved to take the books he'd unpacked off of the end table and put them onto the bookshelf, alphabetizing them as she went. She'd turned on the radio and was bouncing around, trying to get Pete to join her. It wouldn't ever happen, but hey, she could try.

"Soooo, do you like it yet?"

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[info]mister_wisdom
2012-10-16 07:29 am UTC (link)
Well it's not like she went around tackling a moose, so he would've debated that she had no idea how dangerous a moose really was. They could be vicious killers. Instead of debating it, he made funny faces and started piling up things out of boxes.

Or he was doing that until she began bouncing dancing next to him, and then he simply gave her strange looks while grinning at her. Because...no, it wasn't going to happen...but it was cute and amusing. And bouncing made her boobs bounce, so he has ZERO COMPLAINTS there.

"I like it a whole fat lot," he confessed to her, still grinning. "It's clean, it doesn't leak, and Zora will keep the rats out. Also, it's the first house I'm living in, since I was younger. It doesn't smell like my father's moldy old pants and the vague aroma of alcohol, either. Score."

He raised his arms up like yay, his team made a goal, and it was win-win all around.

"You're a happy but dangerous moose about the house, as well. I can tell, by looking at you," he finished saying, as his head bobbed up and down along with the bouncing. It made him look like a ruffle-haired bobblehead.

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[info]heyheylisten
2012-10-16 07:39 am UTC (link)
"You'd be surprised how dangerous mooses are. They cause a lot of vehicular deaths every year in ze Sveeeden." Her Swedish accent wasn't very Swedish at all, unless you included the Muppet chef.

As she moved, she noticed him grinning at her and she moved to dance around him. "You've always lived in apartments?" It was true, her grandfather's house (and his grandfather's before his, and so on and so on up until 1955) smelled faintly of nutmeg and pipe tobacco.

Taking one of his raised up arms, she twirled herself but held onto one of his fingers so it kind of looked like he was participating in dancing. Ish. Participatingish.

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[info]mister_wisdom
2012-10-16 08:00 am UTC (link)
Muppet Swedish Chef counts. In fact, if it were any sort of debate or...pretty much any situation...Swedish Chef would be an excellent trump card, resulting in much triumph.

In fact, that was the exact stare that he was giving her, as she threw out that little fact that he had no previous idea about. But now he was very well informed of the dangers of driving in Sweden.

"Cheers," he finally replied, when speaking seemed appropriate, and he was holding that arm up so she could spin until she got dizzy, if she wanted to. See? Participation! "Always had a flat, ever since. Until now. It must be rather nice for you, being back again, living here."

Nutmeg and pipe tobacco were much, much better smells, to be honest.

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[info]heyheylisten
2012-10-17 12:12 am UTC (link)
She giggled as she twirled before wrapping her arms around him. "Well, I always figured I would once I got a family besides just me and Zora. And I did. Not much bigger, mind, but still bigger."

Tiptoeing upward she beeped him on the nose. "You've been really awesome with helping and stuff too. How're you doing with all of this?"

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[info]mister_wisdom
2012-10-17 06:41 am UTC (link)
"The size is just right, as it is," he agreed, both arms circling around her waist. He did blink at the nose beep, and rolled his eyes a little...even though there was a wide smirk on his face at the same time. "You're brilliant and lovely about everything, as well. You even put up with my grumpy faces at moving things. Surprisingly enough? M'fine with with all of this and don't mind moving anything, though I'm rubbish at arranging things. We seem to fit nicely, this' a nice little slice of normalcy...I could get used to this."

He snuck a quick kiss, like a ninja. At least this wasn't as trauma-drama as his dreams could get, though even that seemed to calm down toward the end, to a dull roar of acceptance. Even the sucky parts.

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[info]heyheylisten
2012-10-17 07:03 am UTC (link)
She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed his jaw. "I like your grumpy faces, you know. Have you not had a lot of normal?" She ran her fingers idly through his hair, worrying a little about his dreams, his waking moments. She wanted him to be as happy as possible.

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[info]mister_wisdom
2012-10-17 05:48 pm UTC (link)
Jaw kisses were contributing to a distinct lack of grumpy face right now. Truth!

"And I like your smiley faces, you know." As for normal? This was the most normal he'd had, and - if his dreams were any indicator - it was the most normal he'd ever had. "I haven't, but wot standards are you asking about? Do you mean despite e'erything else that's gone strange, dreaming and the likes? No matter. Being with you is blissfully normal, despite the fact that yer quite possibly more fairy-like than you are right now and I'm quite possibly a miserable ex-wetworks agent and mutant super spy. At least when we go to sleep, we're that. S'not every day I get to stop fairy uprisings and skrull invasions here, and...fuck it, I'm happy about that. Ha! I'm happy. The apocalypse can hit any moment now an' ruin it."

He gave her a staring at, in a 'look what you've done, you've jinxed it now!' kinda way. Apocalypse is nigh!!!

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[info]heyheylisten
2012-10-17 06:36 pm UTC (link)
She would've said other things, but then he said things that made her brain stop. The metaphor commonly used for thinking is, and always will be "wheels turning". Navi didn't have wheels. She had high speed thought teleporters. "I want to be a mutant super spy! You get to be a mutant super spy? I'm just a fairy in my dreams. What can you do?" She bounced onto the sofa, motioning for him to sit by her. "What's a skrull?"

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[info]mister_wisdom
2012-10-17 08:22 pm UTC (link)
Pete's brain was definitely the wheels constantly turning. He really liked her high speed thought teleporters, though. It meant he didn't have to explain too much and she had things figured out at blistering lightspeeds. And since they were basically on the same wavelength and volume, it was like having his own very smiley and pleasantly chirpy encyclopedia set to counteract his blunt n' cranky factualisms.

"They're aliens, they tend to invade, an' are utterly shite. Although there were the Skrull Beatles, and I got on quite well with Skrull John Lennon. Well, I did, until his face was blasted off b'cos he was mouthing off against authority figures. Imagine that." That incredibly bad pun was partially intended, even if he was incredibly upset about John dying. And he wasn't even there really, even if there was powers and memories bleeding over.

As for what he could do? Pete held up one index finger in an uno momento gesture, took out a cigarette, put it between his lips, and flared up a plasma shaped blade of pure heat off his index finger. It was so hot, that it incinerated half of the cigarette even before it made any sort of physical contact. It was purely because of proximity.

"...voila," he said while taking a puff off the ultra light ciggie he had as part of his 'emergency stash.'

Emergencies happen and require smoking, OKAY?!

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[info]heyheylisten
2012-10-17 09:52 pm UTC (link)
She flitted from memory to memory like a butterfly from flower to flower. Or like a fairy from plant to plant. It was nice, being able to talk so easily to someone; usually people found her leaps in cognitive eurekas jarring. She was a nonstop epiphany factory, saying "OH RIGHT" every few seconds. But instead she and Pete could've written the world's strangest encyclopedia. An' it only takes a few pounds of pressure to bite off an ear. Lookin' at YOU, Mike Tyson. [Beat.] OH OH OH BUT IT TAKES SO MUCH LESS TO SUCK OUT AN EYEBALL DID YOU KNOW YOU CAN DO THAT BUT IT probably has no practical application in boxing hmmm.

Navi cocked her head to the side. "Huh, I suppose the whole collective subconscious thing could span galaxies - " But then he was incinerating his cigarette and she felt her jaw drop.

"Oh my god, you're SOLAR POWERED?" Navi couldn't help but cackle. "Who's the hippy now, huh?" Cognitive flit - it wasn't fire that had burned the cigarette into half ash, because lighters didn't do that, so it had to be hotter. Few things were hotter and could have physical form. Sort of like magma. Or a solar flare. SOLAR FLARE. That explained why he was so warm all the time, and the easiest way to get solar energy would be -

Yes. She jumped to the conclusion that her boyfriend was indeed solar powered and even if she was wrong, it didn't stop her from laughing so hard she fell off of the sofa.

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[info]mister_wisdom
2012-10-18 01:09 am UTC (link)
That. There. Was exactly and precisely how their conversations went. It was utterly brilliant and a breath of fresh air compared to the usual WTF reactions he got from women in the past, who thought he was an intolerable and sarcastic rude ass, with an inner geek streak. Luckily, he was growing out of that intolerable phase. The dreams helped put him on the right path, although he wasn't ever going to lose his inner geek streak. That meant he could follow up that 'no practical application' statement with It might work out, maybe, if it was Fight Club, but we're not supposed to talk about that, because the first rule of Fight Club is you do not talk about Fight Club.

"I'm not SOLAR POWERED," he protested, because no way was he about to sit there and let his delightful hippy fairy girlfriend insinuate that he was his own renewable power source. Like a walking, talking solar panel.

Of course, his gaze shifted off to one side as he puffed on his half a cigarette, muttering, "S'like superheated plasma or summat. Dead useful if m'out in the middle of nowhere and need to start a fire. Or if I lost my lighter."

Because that's a tragedy too, in emergency situations where cigarettes are required. He's going to stand there, looking triumphant, while she's rolling around on the floor, laughing at him. UH HUH!

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[info]heyheylisten
2012-10-18 01:15 am UTC (link)
Of course Navi would never ever be outgeeked, and then eventually wonder if Pete could win a wrestling match with Meatloaf of any era, not just Bitch Tits version.

Tears were rolling down her eyes from laughing so hard, and eventually she looked up at him. "So you're a sexy volcano. Or a sexy planetary core and your clothes are tectonic plates! Oh! Every time you move your arms it's a sexy earthquake - no, that one doesn't work. Sex volcano. Jizz is way more interesting that - hey, how come your innards don't boil over? Is your base temperature higher? I bet lizards would love you, maybe we should get you a gecko. Or a bearded dragon."

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[info]mister_wisdom
2012-10-18 01:23 am UTC (link)
Aww, but the Bitch Tits version of Meatloaf was the funnest of the Meatloafs!

"All right, then," he was mumuring, his chin tipped down to stare at her on the floor. "M'fine with being called a sex volcano. I am not fine with lizards or...wot the bloody hell is a bearded dragon like? Why would I want one, b'cos I've just gotten used to Zora an' pets an' let's not overload it all with more than two cats in one household."

"I'll let you take my temperature sometime. Also, Petal?" he added, "Can we not puncture my innards, in case they explode? Boom."

Because that might be bad. It probably didn't work that way at all, but better safe than sorry.

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[info]heyheylisten
2012-10-18 01:33 am UTC (link)
Meatloaves.

Navi grinned, leaning up enough to tug Pete down to the floor with her for a bit of a cuddle in front of the sofa. "Good, because solar powered sexy guy was a weird nickname. And a bearded dragon is a lizard, silly, but I meant one in lieu of the second kitty because maybe you'd like a lizard a lot. They're cute and smart and no. No puncturing your innards ever, because I don't want you to get hurt ever." She bit her lip, shaking her head. "In my dreams, I protected this boy. I flew by him and told him things and ... I don't know. Maybe you're my boy now."

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[info]mister_wisdom
2012-10-18 02:11 am UTC (link)
Is it plural if it's still the same singular Meatloaf, plus or minus some weight gain? That was one of those great universal questions to ponder muchly upon. HMMMM!

It didn't take much to drag him down for a cuddle. He put the cigarette out and popped a curiously strong mint into his mouth, one arm resting around her shoulders.

"I think it'd make you happier an' me vicariously happy, if we didn't get a lizard for me, an' you got your kitten, instead. Which hopefully won't fly onto my face and use my eyeballs as a scratching post." Because then he'd be giving her the staring at, for then the cat might qualify for a 'explorer of the great outdoors' title.

Even so, he watched her for a moment, pretty sure he wasn't in any danger of getting his innards popped and absolutely certain it wouldn't result in any kaboom. That would suck.

"If I am, then m'happy to be your boy now and happy that you're my girl," he said, kissing against one side of her forehead. "Though we really are well-versed in telling one another all sorts of utterly enjoyable facts and pop culture nonsense. Which is brilliant. Howe'er, Petal? Who's the boy you protected? You must've really liked him, to protect him and flutter around him."

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[info]heyheylisten
2012-10-18 02:30 am UTC (link)
Plural because of different roles, so different Meatloaves!

She wouldn't have minded cigarette kisses, but minty kisses were nice too. She kissed him lightly, then shook her head. "You've never been around a kitten who's been taught manners. Ours won't claw out your eyes, promise, they're one of my favorite parts of you."

Her fingers went idly up and down his chest, tracing circles and stars. "I don't know. He was blond and tiny and ... I don't know. He was important. I don't know why yet, I haven't dreamed that part yet." She let her head rest on his chest, burrowing closer. "I kind of ... I don't know, maybe the dreams are real and I feel like I'm crazy but you're a sex volcano. So maybe I'm not?"

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[info]mister_wisdom
2012-10-18 04:39 am UTC (link)
Touché. But Meatloaf's still always the same Meatloaf on the inside! ;_;

But enough about bitch tits! Kisses were good, especially the minty fresh ones, and what with her tracing fingertips and burrow cuddling...Pete's inner cuddle whore was in cuddleriffic submission. That he'd never admit to in public, because that just isn't craptacularly manly or anything. Hi. TESTOSTERONE.

Pete hugged onto her and rubbed a very warm hand down over her back, to comfort her...and maybe encourage the burrow, because he loved the burrowing.

"I don't know either," he finally admitted after a long moment of quiet contemplation, "and I'm certain you'll find out why when you do dream those parts. But what I do know, is that we've been given this...life? Or a chance to do things different so it doesn't turn out as utter complete shite, this go around. M'not about to waste that, or repeat any mistakes. Your boy's probably important to you and you'll need to get it sorted when you remember why, which I support. Maybe one of us can figure out this mess. Pity's sake, there's even people on the network with names that I recognize. Howe'er, I don't 'ave any desire to go contacting them. Simply b'cos I remember them in dreams, doesn't mean that I'd get on with them, now. Different childhood, different situations, different conditions. Rather awkward, I think."

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[info]heyheylisten
2012-10-18 05:01 am UTC (link)
Or is he? Duh nuh nuuuuh!

She wrapped her arms around Pete and tangled her legs with his. He probably didn't strictly need a pet lizard, simply because she used him as a heating rock already and lizards weren't fans of competition.

His hands made her sigh, and she looked up to meet his eyes. "You could if you wanted to. New friends. I mean, if you think about it, they know as much about you as you know about them. And if you don't like each other, that's not a bad thing, and that's not a wrong thing, it just is. I try to talk to everyone because I like friends. It's how I met you, isn't it?" She teasingly mocked his accent for a moment, sounding more like Dick Van Dyke from Mary Poppins than Pete, but it was mostly to make him laugh. "Showin' random blokes on the 'net m'tits, I did."

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[info]mister_wisdom
2012-10-18 05:58 am UTC (link)
The Great Meatloaves Conspiracy!

If there was a choice between a lizard and Navi? Navi would win. That's right. Screw you, ya damn lizard! He found himself happily tangled up with her and was her own personal hot rock to laze upon.

"It's easier for you, you're happier and more social. I tend to stay more to myself, and the way I see it, we all have our own different lives," he explained, although he was smiling and wincing a little at the same time. "I love you, you know that, but your accent is pure comedy."

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