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

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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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