littlegreengirl (littlegreengirl) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-03-14 23:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, gaila, montgomery scott |
“I think I've got enough tae get us both breakfast.”
Who: Gaila, Scotty
What: Scotty slept on the couch. There's dog leg humping. Talk of Breakfast. More hilarity.
When: Today!
Where: Gaila's apartment.
Rating: PG-13, Language, sexual innuendo
Status: Complete
The next morning, Scotty woke up, and had come to the conclusion that Hello Kitty was the devil.
A stuffed devil Hello Kitty was staring at him.
He was still on the couch, and only vaguely remembered starting to nod off in the middle of the movie. Likely cause? Carb-overload. It had happened before, and it probably struck again. He crashed, hard. Didn’t even wake up, all night, and by the way the light was coming in from the windows, he could tell it was morning. None of that was as disconcerting as having a stuffed Hello Kitty plushie thing staring at him. Worst way to wake up, hands down, so far. The staring was hypnotic.
So hypnotic, in fact, that Scotty was staring up at it, blank-faced, mouth open just a little bit and he looked ready to start drooling. Zone out much? Indeed.
If she owned any Hello Kitty toilet paper? He might run out of there, screaming.
Fortunately, she didn’t like HK that much. However, her stuffed one had a real ninja sword strapped to her back, as it sat on the shelf. Staring at him.
That part was rather cute! Bonus points for the ninja part, but negative eleventy billion points for the disturbing stare.
The ninja-kitty seemed to almost narrow it’s eyes.
Scotty tried to sink down further into the couch. He quickly gathered that Cass had gone to bed, and good on her for doing that so they could continue moving slow as sludge. However, he was also discovering that he felt horribly alone under the stare of Hello Ninja Kitty. Small and alone.
Only one thing to do! Roll over. In the away direction. Onto his side he went, one arm dangling over the edge of the couch, his hand flopped on the floor.
As if waiting in ambush, the ill-named Clitty assaulted Scotty with much licking of the face!
“Gah!” He almost fell flailed right off the couch, entirely. “Oh. Ooooo, ye messy wee naughty doggie, lemme give ye a kissie, heeeeeerrreeee...!” Scotty puckered his lips up into a smoochy face, and let the dog go hog wild, nutter butters. Whatever! Lets the dog go slobber lick fest all over, cuz yay! Dog breath! He was snerking wildly the whole time, trying not to laugh. Laughing would be bad, because the moment he does that, he knew he might get frenched by a dog and that’s just not right. Eww.
At least Clitty wasn’t Kirk? Even if he was licking and slobbering all over Scotty.
Kirk probably appealed to the lasses more, that's true. He wouldn’t think he’d like it very much if Kirk actually did lay one on him, and was serious about it. In that, ‘Whatsamatteryouwhatyoudoingthere?Sorryno
No harm getting the pup riled up either. He began to talk in a high pitched spazz voice, that would have most dogs wetting themselves. “Where's yer mum, huh? Where'd yer mum gooooooo? Let's get her!”
Flappy yay hands! And quickly, he grabbed his jacket off the floor and wiped his face off on it, as a quick, temporary fix.Clitty also appeals to the lasses, lasses love their clitty, they do! The dog ended up frenching Scotty anyway!
No, your name is Pissy McGee, not that horrible really bad name your owner gave you, poor doggie. p.s. - he FLAIL sat up, to get away from further tonguing!
“UGH...ugh...gawd....och!” There he went, wiping his tongue off on his forearm, getting up and heading for the bathroom. Gagging and coughing the entire way, of course.
Clitty answered to Clitty AND Pissy McGee, actually so they both win. He hopped off the couch and trotted after. His mistress was in the shower, and the dog had an almost amused gait.
Oh shite, she's in the shower? That meant she probably locked the door, glahglaghlaaflails off he went instead, for the kitchen sink. He ran the water and applied his face to it, by sticking his head into the sink and scrubbing with one hand.
As if summoned by lulz, Clitty jumpd into the sink!
“AHH!” Bam went his forehead against the faucet, as he tried to hit reverse. One hand slapped down over the bump and the other quickly turned the water off. “Pissy! How'd ye get up here. Bad doggie...nae, get aff the countertops! Nae climbing!”
He tried to keep scolding, but was doing the ouch-bounce, and already had the wee startings of a fine goose egg on one side of his forehead. Accidents waiting to happen? Scotty was a prime example of that.
He flail caught the dog and then put it down on the floor, glowering down at it like it should behave. Fists on his hips and scowling, even.
The dog looked at him excitedly, then terrier? Meet leg.
Scotty vowed to never own an animal, ever. Unless it was a pet rock. Then, enough was enough and he promptly...exploderated.
“GET AFF ME LEG!” he yelled, shoo kickling the dog off his leg. He was not putting up with that, nope! “I'll take ye in tae get yer baws cut off, MESELF.”
Cass watched for a moment, toweling her hair down. She walked in, holding another towel tightly, “Maybe we should get you a tarantula.” Thank god, “I’ll make an appointment for him!”
“I dunnae like spiders.”
“Snake?”
“I dunnae like reptiles.” Scotty was staring at her while she was drying her hair and it was like all yelling or being angry at leg humpy dogs, was forgotten. Well, not entirely forgotten, “Appointment? Okay.”
He was apparently very agreeable, if he’s being supplied with eyecandy.
The woman picked up the phone, while still drying her hair.
“I had tae draw the line, somewhere,” Scotty was saying to the dog, but was really just staring at her the entire time. He’d even forgotten about his faucet nozzle-sized bump on his forehead, too. “Sorry, Pissy McGee.”
“Okay, set for next week!”
“Yaaaaaaay,” Scotty said, with a little raise of his arms and a sloppy smile on his face. “I slept the entire night on the couch, didn’t I.”
It wasn’t really asking, just a confirmation of a fact, that’s all. He figured it was better to ask while staring, than, you know, actually confirm it by looking out the window or at an actual clock. Because those things weren’t half as interesting to stare at, as she was. His brain is totally giving him a thumbs up.
“You looked too cute to disturb.” Cass nodded her head, smiling from under her towel.
Cute? He made an instant eww face, then thought on it. She thought he looked cute? Maybe that’s not so bad then. He tilted his head a little and looked as though he was listening intently to a seminar on how to machine fab incredibly large parts in your own common household garage. O RLY?
Little does he know, but any possible cuteness while in the deeply sleeping state, are probably because he makes faces, even when he’s sleeping. This is because his brain simply refused to shut off and he was reacting to some weird dreams. Luckily, he only vaguely snored, so it was not terribly obnoxious, but still...enough there to recognize it as a faint snore. Scotty: *if his mun divulges anything else like he talks in his sleep, he will try to stab her in the face with the faucet.* *only not really because he doesn't mind his mun so much*(aww thanks)Scotty: *not a problem!*
Mun Note: He's a snuggler and he sometimes talks in his sleep. Not loudly, it's more of a mumble.Scotty: *>.< *
He makes so many faces and he talks about schematics in his sleep. Cass thought it was adorable.
If it was pointed out to him (any of that), he would deny it all. “Is there any of that sweet and sour left, or is it all gone?”
“Its all gone! Pig”
“Buggerrrrr!” He was starving again. Already. “Sandwich?”
Scotty peeked into her fridge. Although, it wasn’t really a peeking, but more of a brazenly throwing open the door like a caveman on the hunt for nomnoms. “What’s that? Ohhh, what’s this?”
He was going to..Cass facepalmed, “Don’t eat me out!”
He’d been bent over in that way people do when they are about to start scooting things around and dig in deep. But, when she said that, his head popped up enough that he could stare at her over the top of the door. He smiled, impishly.
“Again?” And the he ducked, because he knew what would happen, next.
And indeed, a spatula flew past!
Door acts as shield! Door acts as shield!
“Ha! I blocked it,” he smugly declared, though it wasn’t really a blocking. He went right back to poking around at things in her fridge. “Or ye could miss, whichever. Eww, yogurt. It's like phlegm in a cup. Why do girls always have yogurt in here? They never eat the stuff. It just sits there. For looks.”
A spoon then followed the spatula, “I eat it! At night, when I'm programming.” She even showeed him the trash, with empty containers!
One hand reached back and rubbed at his butt cheek, where the spoon landed. That hurt, dirty spoon hurler! Sure, sure, he gave the empty containers a cursory glance, like that was inconsequential.
“It's probably just a binge thing.” He was noticing just how much yogurt was in her fridge. “Eww, that's disgusting.”
“Some of what you ate last night was tofu.” Victory!
“Is that why it tasted aff? No wonder me guts are in knots. Ye poisoned me. Next time I get tae order!”
“You said it was the best chinese food you've ever had!”
“I dinnae want tae disappoint ye by saying it had an odd aftertaste!” And, yes, he had thought it at the time. He made that face like he was being affronted with intolerable things. “It was like pork flavored bubblegum, with a hint of plastic. Coated in very good sauce.”
Cass rolled her eyes.
“And I checked the sandwich. You know I did. In case they spit in it. That was proper greasy meat, as it shouldae been.” He paused and pointed down, into the fridge. “If I check that drawer, will it have celery in it?”
“No.”
He pulled open the crisper like it might be his only salvation, before starvation set in. Food? Are you in here?
The only food was pudding, a guilty pleasure. Chocolate.
Scotty stared down at the pudding. Just stared. For a moment.
“I need a proper breakfast. FOOD. Real food. I'd like some bacon and eggs an' beans and coffee and toast and probably some sausage...but it'll be the wrong kind since everything's fouled up here. Square kind. Cut. PUDDING. Not...this... *holds up little pudding cup* ...this isnae a real pudding. This isnae even worthy for a quick fake trifle.”
And to add insult to further injury, Scotty’s stomach growled viciously.
“Its chocolate and delicious. There's cereal?”
“Hot? Or sugary?”
He closed the fridge and began scouring through cupboards for cereals! If it said Special K whole grain no sugar twigs and cardboard high fiber healthy anything on the box, then he was going to headbutt it until his face was turned into a bloody pulp.
Cass had honey bunches of oats!
He was considering if worse came to worse, he could use some nice porridge as an alternative, but no. Instead, he was staring at a honey bunches of oats box. He opened it. He stared down into it. He tried a piece. And, finally, he set the box down, for it has offended him deeply. This cereal? It was unacceptable. Why? Well...
“Nae. Marshmallows.” Even his expression had gone dark and grim, indeed. Poorly constructed cereal flavors were faulty and should be sent to a scrap heap. Posthaste.
Food. It's srs biznuss.
“....Marshmellows are disgusting.” Cass thought that might be grounds for ending a relationship.
OFFENSE! HE IS TAKING IT. D:< ← That is his face for you right now, missy!
“I like them! They're not bad. Lucky Charms are nice enough.”
“They have this..texture and aftertaste..” She rubbed at her tongue at the memory. “And I HATE Lucky Charms!”
Scotty was leaning his upper body in the general away direction, from her.
“That has it. We cannae be together now,” he joked, and then smiled to further let her know he wasn’t serious. “Fair enough! But ye probably dunnae like it because ye got called a leprechaun when ye were wee, trying tae cover up that horrible accent ye mum left ye with.”
He quickly held up the box of cereal like a makeshift shield.
“I'm Irish of course I hate Lucky Charms!” She punched the box! Clitty, seizing his chance, lept upon the resulting mess!
“Dunnae punch the box!” Cereal went flying out, everywhere.
That's what dogs are good for, he supposed. Clean up duty.
“I think I've got a wee bit of money left. Let's get breakfast!” There, problem solved and now she won't have to punch the box again. “Cheap breakfast! Because I dunnae want tae get dragged intae a grocery store!” (THERE R DENNY'S IN SANTA ANA \o/ )(Scotty: *YAAAAAAAAAY! \o/ )
“..depends where? There's this place nearby that's disgusting.”
Scotty spoke the next word, like it was the holiest of grails, and probably the only place passable for a nearly full breakfast, in America: “Denny's.”
“They keep getting shut down for health violations.”
He shook his head at the health violation one, though, to be honest, that probably wouldn’t have stopped him from eating there. It was just that Dennys was where he stole all of his packets from, and they gave plenty of refills on coffee.
“Oh, the Denny's is safe.”
“AYE, it is. And! Value menu.” Because he knows she is a fellow penny pincher.
“Let me get dressed.” She tossed the towel at his head, wickedly, to both tease him and block his view, then fled to her bedroom.
He flailed trying to get towel off his face, so that by the time he could see again, she was gone already. “Piss aff, then.”
Everyone was always gone by the time he got to say 'piss off.’ Bummer.
“I need tae use yer shower! I'm probably grotty! Dunnae rush!” He ran, leaving the dog to clean up the floor. A quick undressing, and he hopped int he shower and turned the knob, wondering if she left him any hot water. Nope. The water was lukewarm. “HAWT WATER HOG!!!”
To make matters worse, he picked up some shampoo, and gave it a sniff, “It smells like girl.”
Oh well. He used it anyway, same with the girly body wash crap, and glumly accepted that he was just going to smell pretty and fancy for the rest of the day.
Something to wear...something to wear. It was harder to do than she thought. That shows too much, this shows too little, those shoes suck.. She pinched the bridge of her nose. She also should have told him she has men's body wash in a cabinet in the bathroom. She settled on jean shorts and a loose shirt with sandals. Will laugh at the smell. So hard.
Well, he did not notice that as he was in the shower and not the cabinet! He was also not about to go poking around in scary girl bathroom cabinets where they probably keep scary girl bathroom stuff. That is a much different situation than raiding a fridge. Duh! He also managed to take the quickest of showers in the history of showers. A quick drying off and he threw his clothes back on, grabbed his boots, and marched out to the couch. Plop went his butt down, upon it, on went the boots and laces were being tied, while he whistled a light and airy tune.
Cass watched him
Boots done! He grabbed his jacket off the floor and started checking pockets, then checked his trouser pockets, and out went crumpled money, everywhere, which had been tucked or shoved into each pocket, over the period of many months. Voila, breakfast cash!
“I think I've got enough tae get us both breakfast,” he said with a huge grin and gave her a thumbs up, with a fistful of crumpled dollars!
“How did you make it into adulthood, Scotty?”
Still giving her a thumbs up, his grin disappeared and he looked at her, confused, instead.
“Nevermind. We bussing or walking?”
“Uhm...lemme check.” He pulled out his phone and poked around, finally making an unsure ‘eeeeeh’ noise and following that with a sharp shrug. “We can walk, but a short bus ride innae out of the question. Sometimes the busses are trouble, though. Up tae you and yer incredibly cute feet.”
He pointed down at her sandals!
She poked him in the shin with a toe and headed out.
Scotty grinned at the shin kick and pointed over to the doggie, like it should be good. Not bad. And then he headed out, valiantly trying to not eye her bum the entire time, no, as those were some short shorts she was wearing.
They're not THAT short!
Short enough! And he is not complaining! GRIN!
Afsafa!
Gahglhagah!
Indeed, he made himself stop staring at any part of her, much to his credit. It was much easier when he wasn’t following, but walked side-by-side with her.
“Ye never said if we're taking the bus or not.”
"Lets walk. Cheaper.” And it would let him stare at her ass more, which was the point of the shorts.
“Fair 'nuff.” He nodded in agreement. “Did ye finish that thing ye were programming, that game?”
Cass would spend everything she had for a good computer part, if she had enough for it, but bus fair? Too expensive, “I haven't touched it!”
If it wasn’t a technical journal or manual, or a part he needs for something, he was way too cheap for paying for a bus ride, and as for a computer? He preferred to borrow. Too much moving around had him downsizing before, at random intervals.
He eyed her momentarily, like he was surprised to hear that. “Not at all? Really. Been working on the robot programming then, I'd bet.”
She really can't afford anything, hence why she ganked the laptop, “Yes.”
He didn’t mind since he said she could have it in the first place, and he could just borrow it back if he needed it, or use his phone. He didn’t have the money, either, to spend on a decent one. “Nothing wrong with that. Practice is practice.”
“Robot is more important. And I've written some notes on astrophysics programs. I found a few on the internet that were open source.”
“Brilliant! That'll come in handy! I actually think, as crazy as that Kirk lad is, we might have a decent chance at that money. Not that it's about the money, but the principle of the whole thing, as well.” He added with a wink, “Money's a nice side benefit.”
“Well I doubt the programs are powerful enough but they'll give me a base to start with. I'll have to share my work eventually but that's for the betterment of everyone. Its just even unmodified they're murder on my processor.” It chugged. Like a dwarf that had had too much mead.
“Ye need a better computer! Ye know what ye could do? Go tae one of those pawn stores or second hand stores, an' buy some of those, well cheap, and rip 'em apart. I did that once. It worked okay until that power surge.”
“I'm not sure it'll be powerful enough. I'd need a quad-core, or better, if you really want this to fly.” A girl could dream.
“Maybe we can find something workable then,” he was saying, taking his phone out and double-checking the map. “We take a right, up ahead. And, aye, a quad-core would be good. Plenty of memory.”
Frankly, she needed a six or eight, but a quad was out of her range, even. Wrex would get a kick out of that sentence.
He knew, that’s why it was not brilliant or excellent, only good!
“I'll keep an eye out. Or maybe ye can let Pissy out in the garage and he'll drag things out again.”
Laughing, the woman stroked his arm, “I doubt he'd find me that kind of processor.”
“Were lucky enough, before. Nae reason ye couldnae be, again. Maybe I missed a few spots,” Scotty was saying, with a grin.
“A lot of that stuff is years old though.”
“Worth a try. Got ye tae laugh though.”
She rolled her eyes.
He shrugged. Hey, it worked. “I see a sign!” He pointed ahead an it's about 38239823 blocks...or maybe just five or something not that far away, so this didn’t take forever.
After last night’s dinner, she needed the exercise! So she started to jog!
“What're ye doing?!” Wait. He had no room to complain. View. “Okie dokey, then. Keep right on going.”
“Exercise!”
Scotty gave her the raised arms of yay cheeringness for the exercise!
“Meet ye there!”
“Last one there doesn't get dessert!”
Ugh, now she needs to be schooled. “It's breakfast! Ye dunnae have dessert with breakfast! Unless it's a scone, then maybe... and I'M NOT PUDGY!”
And yet, he was already jogging after her.