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Dec 25, 2010 23:50:38 GMT -5
Post by Cheyenne on Dec 25, 2010 23:50:38 GMT -5
"Yes, but it is both of our insomnias and thus a communative front." Adam mused with a silly grin and a shrug. "Well, my nightmares are rather dreary and morbid and possibly horror-worthy. So if we could speak of a lighter subject, that would be fine as well."
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Dec 28, 2010 23:06:40 GMT -5
Post by illyxmusicxloverx on Dec 28, 2010 23:06:40 GMT -5
"so, when does your hobo army plan a takeover?" Anaya asked, tilting her head. Jet mumbled "hobo...takeover... my gloves..." and rolled over.
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Dec 28, 2010 23:10:00 GMT -5
Post by Cheyenne on Dec 28, 2010 23:10:00 GMT -5
"Midnight, o' course!" Adam replied with a broader grin and a funny, slight wrinkle of the skin on his nose. "That's when the moon is highest." he nodded. He looked down at Jet. "It's also the perfect time to steal gloves from unsuspecting emo looking kids." he joked.
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Dec 28, 2010 23:24:07 GMT -5
Post by illyxmusicxloverx on Dec 28, 2010 23:24:07 GMT -5
"and if you cut the top of the fingers off, you'll have hobo gloves!" Anaya said gleefully. "no...gloves...take the pie instead...eat pie,...ninja monkeys..." Jet said, frowning and turning around again.
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Dec 28, 2010 23:36:40 GMT -5
Post by Cheyenne on Dec 28, 2010 23:36:40 GMT -5
"Exactly!" exclaimed Adam, laughing quietly. "You know, you should join our hobo pack. We could use new were-hobos. Particularly the pretty, female kind. Makes people more unsuspecting. You see a hairy dude coming at you, you run. Un-hairy woman? Sexist, but no."
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Dec 29, 2010 12:47:08 GMT -5
Post by illyxmusicxloverx on Dec 29, 2010 12:47:08 GMT -5
Anaya giggled. "as long as i don't have to smell, then i'm in. world domination sounds like such fun." Jet groaned, turning over again. "eat...banana cream pie...bitches..." he grumbled.
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Dec 29, 2010 14:02:14 GMT -5
Post by Cheyenne on Dec 29, 2010 14:02:14 GMT -5
"He, we don't all smell. Some of us take a shower every few weeks. Or break into a gym and do it there. Or during the summer at the sprinklers." Adam replied, chuckling at her giggle. He looked at Jet and his eyes seemed to light up. "Banana cream pie! They haven't had that at the soup kitchen in a while!"
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Dec 29, 2010 14:35:44 GMT -5
Post by illyxmusicxloverx on Dec 29, 2010 14:35:44 GMT -5
Anaya giggled further. Jet sat up, eyes wide. "the flying monkeys are attacking the soup kitchen!" he said. his hair flopped into his face and he realized where he was. "um...no one heard anything." he said after a moment, and ducked back under the covers. Anaya fell down from laughter.
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Dec 29, 2010 14:37:54 GMT -5
Post by Cheyenne on Dec 29, 2010 14:37:54 GMT -5
"Yes, yes they are Jet. But the hobos will conquer and destory. Beware." Adam laughed with a mock-ominous tone.
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Dec 31, 2010 19:07:34 GMT -5
Post by illyxmusicxloverx on Dec 31, 2010 19:07:34 GMT -5
Jet groaned, flopping back down and hiding under the blanket. Anaya giggled, hugging his lump of a form. "don't worry. it was amusing. and i'm in a good mood; i have enough to spare." she said. Jet's hand sneaked out and poked her, the smile from her face draining slightly. it returned a moment later, and Jet poked his face out, a tiny smile on it. "as long as no one knows, then it's fine." he said, sitting up and hugging Anaya.
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Dec 31, 2010 19:09:06 GMT -5
Post by Cheyenne on Dec 31, 2010 19:09:06 GMT -5
"Well, seeing as I constitute as a nobody in the eyes of society, I think your good." Adam told Jay, grinning as he watched the two and their strange display of affections.
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Dec 31, 2010 19:13:38 GMT -5
Post by illyxmusicxloverx on Dec 31, 2010 19:13:38 GMT -5
"awesome. then me and my horde of flying monkeys can continue attacking the soup kitchen." Jet said, rubbing his hands together mischeviously. Anaya laughed, hiding her face in the crook of his shoulder. he wrapped his arms around her, holding him close. "and now i have the female hobo held captive. what're you going to do about it?" he asked, grinning and looking at his insomniac companion.
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Dec 31, 2010 19:16:23 GMT -5
Post by Cheyenne on Dec 31, 2010 19:16:23 GMT -5
Adam's eyebrows rose as he thought to himself. "Well, the Salvation Army can take care of the flying monkeys..." he trailed off. "I think...I think I'll tell Abby that you want a further challenge." he mused to himself. "See another guy slammed through a wall. It's been a while."
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Dec 31, 2010 19:19:27 GMT -5
Post by illyxmusicxloverx on Dec 31, 2010 19:19:27 GMT -5
"tag teaming, are you? cheater." Anaya said, turning around. "i would fight her just to see who would win. it sounds like a wonderful fun." she said, smiling and tilting her head as the imagination flickered to life. "sounds like fun." Jet said, nodding in agreement. "and my monkeys would so defeat your salvation army." he added after a moment.
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Dec 31, 2010 19:27:47 GMT -5
Post by Cheyenne on Dec 31, 2010 19:27:47 GMT -5
"I'm a hobo. It comes naturally." Adam stated with a grin. He nodded. "She likes raming into people at about sixty miles per hopur. To be safe and not to kill them anyway. I know she can go a lot faster than that in a real fight though. I can't see her, anyway. So it looks enough like teleportation." he paused and his grin broadened.
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