Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#15529 Sat, Aug 2, 11:40PM PST
*Beej 'fades in near that uniportant-looking door, looking -very- thirties-movie-refugee -- two-three days worth of stubble, a Panama tilted at a rakish -or maybe just precarious- angle; suspendered, baggy-ish charcoal gray slacks over a simple white tank top- bare feet, though. He looks rather like someone who, at two A.M., just -had- to have a carton of Rocky Road (and maybe a corn dog) and just threw on whatever clothes were handy...Though he doesn't carry any ice cream. He juggles a couple of fair sized takeout containers and heads for the bar. Once there, he adds a large pitcher of ice water to his load, shuffling towards the stairs... He grumbles to himself about various things, one of which is the intelligence of staying with the same all-night deli for too long. He arrives at their door, the grumbling fading into a -very- silly grin, the required food-shuffling not dimming it in the least... He edges into the room, kicks the door shut gently, and calls a soft* I'm back...

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#15633 Sat, Aug 2, 11:47PM PST
~~A very silly-looking Neets glances up as the door opens, quickly shuffling away a paper or two. Jeans have been added since the trader left, though not a shirt, and he's still sprawled over most of the bed. Green hair looking no less lovely, even if it is once again trying for an Oprah-esque 'do, he manages to turn getting up and relieving Beej of a few of his burdens into a graceful dance. Until he catches a whiff of what's in the box, and the silly little grin becomes a wide, utterly loopy one. ~~ Mmmmm...ain't 'ad th'se in a'dunno 'ow long.

Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#15763 Sat, Aug 2, 11:55PM PST
*He laughs softly, glad that he no longer has to worry about dropping something, setting the pitcher on the table* And hello to you, too, Neets... *Fishing silver- okay, plasticware, cutlery at any rate, from a pocket, voice still light* When was the last time you ate, anyhow? I have no idea how spicy it is, the guy behind the counter was too busy laughing knowingly at me... *Sighs, making a quick face...which is replaced by that brainless grin once more*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#15830 Sun, Aug 3, 0:00AM PST
Dunno...coup'l days'go? Summth'n lik'at. ~~ A shrug of thin, bare shoulders as he sets the tub of wings on the table as well and pulls out a chair. Flopping into it with boneless ease, he pauses in his quest for food to appreciate the grin, the curve of cheekbone...the grey eyes...even that scratchy stubble...and his own silly expression edges its way into an almost drunken happiness.~~ Laff'n atcha? W'at'fer?

Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#15842 Sun, Aug 3, 0:01AM PST
*He resettles that precariously perched Panama, preventing a plunge to the planks...*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#15854 Sun, Aug 3, 0:02AM PST
((*Wonders what happens when a mun dies...does a character just have to type for itself?* *Thinks this thought is far too deep for her shallow puddle of a mind and returns to thinking of Buffalo Wings.* *Ickickicks over Jor and Ti.*))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#15888 Sun, Aug 3, 0:05AM PST
~~Fingers stained with the ink of a ballpoint pen ease open the carton of wings, and quite without realizing it, he licks his lips at the sight of a pile of the greasy bright-orange chicken appendages.~~

Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#15935 Sun, Aug 3, 0:09AM PST
*He sighs again, the happy expression not fading, but getting toned down a bit... His ears and the back of his neck flush a bit* A slip of the tongue, almost two years ago, when I showed up at his shop dressed like this.... *His blush intensifies and he turns his attention to the food, inanely sorting the celery* It's nothing, really.... *He looks up, blinks a couple of times, trying to recall... He just nods* Just wondering....

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#15994 Sun, Aug 3, 0:14AM PST
~~Fingers dipping into the mass of greasy wings, he meticulously picks off a shread of the spicy meat and pops it in his mouth, his shark-like teeth making him look very much the predator.~~ Awww...c'mon Beej! ~~The blush only intensifies his curiousity.~~ Whad'e say t'git ya t'blush? ~~Grinning again, he tries to recall where those shoes got tossed...~~

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs- ): . . . . msg#16013 Sun, Aug 3, 0:16AM PST
((*Debates* Icky guys or more IC posts?)) *He watches those nimble fingers, a flicker of puzzlement over the inkstains... He recalls paper-shuffling when he returned...Shrug*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#16025 Sun, Aug 3, 0:16AM PST
((Ahem... spice=spicY *Has visons of the Spice Girls dancing through Beej and Neets bedroom.* *Screams and does something drastic.* *Thinks Elvis' odd-ness has rubbed off.*))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs- ): . . . . msg#16113 Sun, Aug 3, 0:22AM PST
*Rather quietly, extracting a wing or two for himself* Aww, he was just teasing me about finding someone else to wear me out.... *Grins wryly at Neets, quashing any and all thoughts about those teeth (!)...*

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs- ): . . . . msg#16213 Sun, Aug 3, 0:28AM PST
((*Waves t' Flynn* Hello! *Grins* *Grins at Reesa* *Will work on Pop somemore* *Thinks she (Reese) has some neat posts* *Thinks Odd is Good* *Were the Spice girls to dance through the room Beej would probably frown disapprovingly, throw clothes at them, ask them to leave and keep their music down...* *Sniggers* *isn't necessarily a Spice Girls fan*))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#16245 Sun, Aug 3, 0:30AM PST
~~He chews in silence for a moment or two, then swallows, looking over carefully.~~ Mmmm...a'kin try... ~~Ridiculous looking eyebrow lifts ensue, a few choked-back chortles as he licks the salty-spicy taste from his lips.~~ Y'know...we din' git't th'libr'ry...

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#16281 Sun, Aug 3, 0:33AM PST
((*grins and blushes* *Yays, wanting to know more 'bout how t'icky guys picked on her poor little Neets.* *Is sick.* *Is also Odd.* *HATES the Spice Girls.* *KNEW Beej had good taste.*))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs- ): . . . . msg#16344 Sun, Aug 3, 0:38AM PST
Y' -don't- say, Neets.... *He grins broadly, laughing again...* You have been trying... *A fake yawn, followed by the liberation of a few more chicken wings, plopping bones onto carton lid* Don't choke, dear... *the word slips easily from still-smiling lips...*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#16425 Sun, Aug 3, 0:44AM PST
~~The use of the affectionate term damn near -does- make him choke, and he winds up coughing a few times before he can speak.~~ De'r? Eh? Dunno 'bout'chya Beej...ev'r since yest'rd'y y'bin actin' all funny-like... ~~He runs that rush of muddled words over and over in his head, supposing it wasn't so awful sounding, for the first time he could ever recall using them... Still...not quite ready to say them again.~~

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs- ): . . . . msg#16441 Sun, Aug 3, 0:45AM PST
((*Snickers at Reesa* *Is sick, too- Hums Barely Breathing* *Which makes her consider that she used that reference once today* *Gigglegrins anyhow* *Beej dislikes TSG, too...*))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#16511 Sun, Aug 3, 0:49AM PST
((*grins and merrily hunts up the Trojan homepage for Elvis, who seems to have some sort of condom fixation.* *giggles, knowing she's gonna get hit for saying that.* *Beej is a man of discerning taste...he did choose one of MY characters, after all!* *Sniffs haughtily.*))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs- ): . . . . msg#16617 Sun, Aug 3, 0:56AM PST
Funny? Funny like how? *Blinks mildly at the young man and his misbehaving atacamite ((*Snicker*)) tresses, shaking his head a little* Yesterday.... *A quick double blink, a greek chorus of squalling doubts about what he said- -they'd said- and the way things felt -that shift- and quietly, a small undercurrent of memory (or thought?) that that -shift- hadn't changed...* You.... um.... *He can't make himself ask, doesn't -know- what he was trying to ask, finding his mouth to be afire... he gets a glass of water.*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#16700 Sun, Aug 3, 1:03AM PST
Funny l'ke...a'dunno. Nev'rmin'. ~~Clearing his throat, he watches as Beej reaches for a glass of water, the image taking a moment to register before he shakes his head.~~ 'f s'too 'ot, don' dr'nk wat'r! Only mek't worse! 'Ave some cel'ry'r'summat... ~~He finds his stomach churning, and sets down the wing he'd been picking at, though it isn't the fiery food that's causing him trouble.~~ Yeah? A'wh't?

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs- ): . . . . msg#16706 Sun, Aug 3, 1:03AM PST
((*Knows she left words out of last post* *Screeches, turns bright red and heaves her thesaurus at Reesa* *Would like to point out the fact she acknowledged the fact that she -already- used that referance once, today, normally holding herself to one reference a day...* *Is still red* *Nods* Of course! {--Re: Man of taste comment, FYI...} *Snickers* ))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#16763 Sun, Aug 3, 1:07AM PST
((*Thinks Elvis is darn cute when she's red, and look, now she has a better thesaurus!* *Is STILL hunting up the Trojan homepage...*snicker*)

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs- ): . . . . msg#16855 Sun, Aug 3, 1:15AM PST
Ah.... *A nod and a strangled sound that might have been a laugh as he looks at his sorted celery.... and nervously mangles the end of a stalk, gnawing on it rather ineffectively. A sigh and he tries again, closing his eyes and making short work of the woody vegetable* Ahem, 's better... *He takes a deep breath, recalling... He keeps his eyes closed and plunges in, voice back to its 'Shh! They'll hear you...' state* Y'meant what you said?

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#16899 Sun, Aug 3, 1:18AM PST
~~He makes a face, a soft frown as he rips the defenseless (but tasty!) wing to shreds.~~ Yeah...wh...a'mean...din'you?

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs- ): . . . . msg#16925 Sun, Aug 3, 1:20AM PST
((*Still blushing, moreso now that she's been called cute* *Tossed the Cambridge Thesaurus of American English, which ain't that great, but it's okay...* *Cackles* *Realized that Reesa is a partner in crime* *Sniggers*))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#16965 Sun, Aug 3, 1:23AM PST
((*Has figured out how to make Elvis blush!* *Is ECSTATIC!* *Laughs so hard she snorts hot sauce out her nose* *Cries* *a LOT.* We'll go down in history Shan, as the two girls with the worst eyesight! *giggle*))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs- ): . . . . msg#16996 Sun, Aug 3, 1:27AM PST
*Two or three more innocent celery stalks are consumed, followed by a couple of wings... and a nod, not trusting his voice (besides having his mouth full)* Yeh... *This small word is followed by a flicker of that grin a la lunatic*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#17040 Sun, Aug 3, 1:31AM PST
~~He doesn't seem to really move much until the word is spoken, other than the gentle rise and fall of his pale chest.~~ M'glad... ~~Another bone joins the pile already forming in the carton, though he seems to ignore the vegetables completely. His yellow eyes gleam oddly at the hint of a grin, but he lowers them before anything can be discerned.~~

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs- ): . . . . msg#17042 Sun, Aug 3, 1:31AM PST
((*Simply collapses with laughter at Reesa* *Already has rotten eyesight* *Hands Reese a napkin* Careful, dear...))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#17080 Sun, Aug 3, 1:35AM PST
((*grins at Elvis and takes the napkin, searching it for blue writing before blowing her nose on it.* Those greetings show up in the STRANGEST places! *Has reading glasses...fears she may soon need all the time ones.* *Which will only serve to heighten her already icky looks.* *Oh joy.*))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs- ): . . . . msg#17111 Sun, Aug 3, 1:38AM PST
*Oddly soft gray eyes wander that scrawny chest, few contiguous thoughts making themselves known... A strange, pervasive air of relief washes over him at the word, words, his hand dredging up another limb from the rapidly emptying tub... He slowly dunks it in a bit of sauce, content to try to not think, just...-be-....* Mm....good...*Blinkblink*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#17133 Sun, Aug 3, 1:41AM PST
S'it? A'mean...ain't t'ings like th's s'pos'd t'take long'r? Er...y'know wh't'a'mean... ~~Suddenly not hungry, he sets the untouched wing back in the tub, leaning back in his chair, hooking the toes of one foot under the edge of the table and leaning back on two legs.~~

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs- ): . . . . msg#17155 Sun, Aug 3, 1:44AM PST
((*Is Female* *Does -NOT- ''Want to chat''* *Has never put a greeting (or any other word) on a tissue, napkin, or notepaper* *Wouldn't hand it over for use, afterwards* *Words would be Plot Material* *Is used to glasses* *Looks better without them, simply because she can't -see- herself without them* *Is probably ickier than Reesa* *Sighs*))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#17178 Sun, Aug 3, 1:48AM PST
((*Has NEVER asnwered the 'Any females want to chat?' query.* *Has written a lot of things on napkins and such, but always keeps them afterwards.* Plot Material? *grins* *Is certain Elvis does NOT have two heads or hair growing on her teeth, and wouldn't care if she did, because after all, she's ELVIS!* *Hugs Elvis, because she's feeling suddenly, unnacountably affectionate.* *Thinks it may have something to do with chugging hot sauce.*))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs- ): . . . . msg#17218 Sun, Aug 3, 1:52AM PST
((*Giggles* *Has a link to ''Y'all might be a Pagan Redneck if...''* *Snickers at Reesa*)) I think so.... But.... *He frowns, twitching his shoulders in a sorta-shrug* This time is different.... *Looks helpless, them dern wurds flying away from him again...sigh...* 'S different.... *Watches him lean back, faint concern creasing his face for an instant*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#17261 Sun, Aug 3, 1:57AM PST
~~Licking his fingers off one at a time before he crosses his arms, he notes that in comparison to the tanned trader he may as well be doused in flour.~~ Don'know 'bout 'th's time'. Th's's t'only time've ev'r 'ad... ~~He frowns now, a crease forming in the ivory skin of his forehead as he mumbles.~~ Jus' don' wanna git 'urt... ((*grins* *WANTS that link!*))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs- ): . . . . msg#17293 Sun, Aug 3, 2:00AM PST
((Awww.... *Decides not to go into why she looks icky and hugs Reese* *Answered it this one time, just to show distaste/disdain* *Is snotty that way* *Doesn't care if Reese chugged hot sauce, save for the fact it might have an adverse effect on RP* *Nods* Plot Material. I drew another picture of Beej the other day.... *MUST get Beej scanned*))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#17311 Sun, Aug 3, 2:03AM PST
((*Knows Elvis will not discuss it anymore, but remains firm in her belief that she can't possibly be icky-looking.* *Knew concern for her well-being would shine through...*giggle* *Did NOT really chug hot sauce...but STILL wants Buffalo Wings darnit!* Oooooo! I really want to see one!))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs- ): . . . . msg#17400 Sun, Aug 3, 2:15AM PST
*Mumbling to himself, mostly...or is he? The words are soft, almost absent-minded, his eyes wandering around the room...* 'S.... It's... permanent...? Real...? Wouldn't hurt you......Not on purpose..... *The licking of those pale digits catches his eye... No. We'll stay firmly on topic tonight, Mister Jones.....Won't we...?* ((*Wonders if it's a bad thing that OOC posts/postage is longer than IC* *Didn't mean to sound like she didn't care about Reese* *Meant she didn't care about hot-sauce breath while being hugged* *Has two good pics of self...could be considered cute....* *Doesn't really think so* *They aren't uploaded* *Grins* He won't smile! All three pics are too darn solemn... the fourth you can't see anything but his eyes.... *Tried to draw a certain couple smooching* *Failed* *Can't draw hats from the side*))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs- ): . . . . msg#17417 Sun, Aug 3, 2:19AM PST
*Allowing his gaze to wander that porcelain expanse of torso, he ponders the thought of a week in the High Sarro.... or at the beach..... Shorts probably more fetching than a caftan....though....yaddyaddyaddy...* *Fusses with hat*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#17439 Sun, Aug 3, 2:23AM PST
~~Hands folded carefully in his lap now, he nods a little, searching for the right response.~~ Perm'n'nt...s'not s'bad... ~~Shyly, or at least, shy-er-, he adds~~ S'not bad't'all. A't'ink...a'cou'd live wit'at. Fer'a long time...mebbe... ((*grins* Nah...and I know, I was just kidding. *laugh* Next time you're scanning things, drop one of them in darn it! *laugh* I wanna see! And I can't draw at all, so you've got me beat!))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#17474 Sun, Aug 3, 2:27AM PST
~~Yellow eyes still downcast, he is unaware of the scrutiny his pale form is being held in...not that he'd MIND... His own thoughts run something like this. 'Chicken's good. Can't believe I told him that. Too much damn celery! Are guys...can...how did we get here? How come when he's around, it's just -my- voice in here? Well, mostly. Wonder if there's more of that ranch sauce...ain't hungry anyway.' This concludes your peek into Neets' subconcious.~~

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs- ): . . . . msg#17485 Sun, Aug 3, 2:30AM PST
((*Grins* I have pics of me scanned, just not on an accout.... Aww, everyone can draw... just takes time. *Decides: As a reward to herself on monday or tuesday, she will pester mumsie to take her to Kinko's.* *Is pleased*)) Y'think so? We keep agreeing on things, these days..... *Blinks at Neets some more, feeling full and rather tired.... A pleasent little state, indeed....He ponders the leftovers before him...and a certain young man....*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#17505 Sun, Aug 3, 2:35AM PST
~~Smiling now, a bit of ranch dressing caught at the corner of his mouth, he looks up.~~ S'good...f'w're gonna be...t'geth'r...s'good t'gree on stuff. ~~He seems to recall something about meat not staying right if not kept cold, but doesn't really care much, since golden eyes have become fixed upon a much tastier prospect than mere chicken...~~ ((*grins eagerly* So UPLOAD one durnit! I can do okay looking landscapes...but people utterly escape me.))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs- ): . . . . msg#17517 Sun, Aug 3, 2:36AM PST
*Having no-clue-Bob as to the path of Neets' thoughts, he merely sits, feeling somnolent and trying to decide if he wants one more piece of chicken...or maybe celery, as his mouth still stings... Or perhaps just a drink of water... He takes off his hat, instead, toying with the brim without seeing it...*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#17532 Sun, Aug 3, 2:38AM PST
~~Watching the removal of The Hat makes him consider a few other times it's been removed...and these are not unpleasant thoughts we would like to add.~~

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs- ): . . . . msg#17579 Sun, Aug 3, 2:45AM PST
*The thoughts on leftovers have little to do with keeping the meat from turning...He notes the dressing at the corner of the younger man's mouth, but he says nothing, for the moment, a lazy grin curling his mouth* True.... *He absently dampens his lips, wondering what's to see...it's just him....He looks down, recalling that he's not the neatest of eaters...* ((*Yays for Jamiroquois* I just recently learned to draw people.... Landscapes don't interest me, much.))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#17620 Sun, Aug 3, 2:51AM PST
~~Feeling the sudden urge to get up and drag the trader off to bed, he can't help but grin, finding the thought so...unlike him...that it's funny. And at the same time, he does lower his chair back to two legs...~~ Bet'cha a'know summth'n else we'd 'gree'on... ((*Groans at thunder...* G'way dammit! *nods* I do a mean hill! *giggle*))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs- ): . . . . msg#17627 Sun, Aug 3, 2:52AM PST
*He ponders his hat a moment, then decides to see if he can hang it on a bedpost without getting up... He eyeballs the distance... Two flicks of his wrist...the third...and release....*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#17643 Sun, Aug 3, 2:55AM PST
~~Leaf-colored eyebrows raise as he watches the hat sail through the air and catch on the bedpost.~~ 'ppres've... ((Hey! That reminds me...what exactly DOES a Panama hat look like? *grins*))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs- ): . . . . msg#17687 Sun, Aug 3, 3:00AM PST
*And, sadly misses...* Oh...? *Arching a brow, terribly tempted to clean the dressing off in a thoroughly unorthodox manner....* And that would be....? *His own grin beginning to look wicked, figuring he knows what it is.... Hmm, the chair is now on the floor...* ((*Wishes bugs wouldn't land on her halogen lightbulb* *They smell awful* *SighGrin* *Scowls at thunder* *Laughs* *Imagines a hill with teeth*))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#17724 Sun, Aug 3, 3:06AM PST
((*ACK!* *Instructs GM to ignore her last post.*)) ~~Feeling slightly giddy all of a sudden, he clambers to his feet and reaches for the trader's hand.~~ Th't guys kiss bett'r... ~~A more than suggestive smirk, and a more than ready mouth...~~ ((*ewwwww* I HATED that about my halogen light! *grins happily* *Frowns at thunder and lighting.* They don't SEEM too close... *Recalls the movie 'The Hills Have Eyes'.* *Hated that movie.*))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs- ): . . . . msg#17800 Sun, Aug 3, 3:17AM PST
((*Aighs at her screwed-up buttons* *Ignores appropriate post* *Feels dumb*)) Oh...*He laughs, catching Neets' hand, then reaches around him and plops him into his lap* That wasn't -exactly- what I thought you were going to say, but you're right.... *A mock sigh, a few 'tsks'* You've got ranch dressing on your face... Right here... *And with that, warm, damp lips plant themselves firmly over the smudge in question, his tongue quickly amending the problem.* ((*Never heard of The Hills Have Eyes* *Is glad that the thunder and lightening aren't close* *Wouldn't mind gnats, but moths...Eeew.*))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#17898 Sun, Aug 3, 3:31AM PST
~~He give a quiet laugh, squirming a bit at the unfamiliar seat of someone else's lap, though any alarm swiftly fades as the warm velvet of a tongue probes gently at the corner of his mouth for a moment. ~~ Hmmmph...y'got... ~~ He trails off, finding himself staring into a pair of grey eyes as he quickly decides that he could get to like this 'sitting in someone's lap' business. One long pale arm slides around the trader's shoulders. ~~ Mebbe a'kin t'ink of summth'n else... ((*grins* S'alright...why do you feel stupid? It's a stupid movie. *Notes with a growing sense of alarm that she smells smoke...and can't tell if it's teh motor on her fan burning up, her house on fire or something outside her open window...*))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs- ): . . . . msg#18003 Sun, Aug 3, 3:41AM PST
((Smoke? Oooh.... *Hopes some weirdo is having a fire in a fireplace* *Shrugs* Maybe that's why I never heard of it...*Grins* I was feeling stupid about the URLs... I feel less dumb, now...)) 'Magine you can.... *The arm about the young man loosens for a moment as he reaches up to brush at the tourmaline hair, those glimmering topaz eyes holding his gaze like Sea-Bond™ holds upper plates..... Thinking that the lascivious little voice in his head is going to get its way again, tonight, he can't help but find that he doesn't really care.... His arm moving back to Neets' waist to keep him there, a last squeeze of their linked hands and he frees his, walking it up to that mossy hair....* I got what? *Besotted grin, near drunk without touching a drop...*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#18074 Sun, Aug 3, 3:49AM PST
~~A careful perusal of the face he can recall half-asleep, a tiny, shy smile...and a true sense of wonder, that he can feel this...that it's his...their's... And suddenly he needs more, his fingers running over lips, then on to cheekbones, hair...brushing at eyebrows...and then pausing as he feels another rush of giddy warmth ~~ Me? Y'got me...fer'sure... ((*frowns* I have NO idea where the smell is coming from...NOT the rest of the house, thank gods, and not my computer...the outlet isn't even hot... *shrugs*))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs- ): . . . . msg#23 Sun, Aug 3, 4:03AM PST
((Reposts, just in case... *Scowls*))((*Frowns* Odd... *Giggles* I know! It's just Neets, burning calories...)) I do...? I do..... *Ponders for a thousandth of a second, in a cobwebby cubbyhole in his thought center, the thought of another situation in which one would say those words... Swept away by those roaming hands and a sudden bloom of heat under his diaphragm, he forgets it as quickly as it came.... He smiles right back, pulling pale rose lips to his own, hungrily, having no other way (at the moment) to express this new -shift- of his...innermost- Self? Analysis is shelved, fingers cupping back of head...*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#44 Sun, Aug 3, 4:05AM PST
~~Before thought is completely gone, he is slammed rather abruptly with the idea that maybe they -are- two halves of a whole...and this urge to join, be one...love...is only natural. A hungry moan is his first response to the kiss, his second a deepening of it, teeth oh-so gently nibbling lips not his own.~~ ((*Wonders if she used that line yesterday...*blinks*))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs- ): . . . . msg#135 Sun, Aug 3, 4:16AM PST
((Neets- Nope, he was licking them, yesterday... *Grins* Doesn't mind*)) *Those -teeth-... He doesn't know why they affect him so, but he shivers at the nibble.... He starts that rumbling, reaching for more of that searing mouth, thinking that the wings were an -excellent- idea.... The hand sliding down to rest on those knobby vertebrae, kneading gently..... The image of two puzzle pieces fitting together, one flat black, one soft silver.....* Mmmph.....

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#205 Sun, Aug 3, 4:23AM PST
~~Happy to give more...or is it happy to take more?...his mouth opens wider, tasting the spicy remains of their recent meal, and under that the subtle flavor that has become 'Beej' to him. Fairly aware by now of the effect his fangs have, he continues nipping lightly as his left hand tangles into a mane of dark hair, his right left to curl in spasms of delight against the white tank top. ~~ ((*grins* Oh good...hate to think I was repetitious...*laugh* *Listens in awe to the theme from 'Last Unicorn' *LOVES the book, the movie...and the song...*))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs- ): . . . . msg#290 Sun, Aug 3, 4:33AM PST
((*Hasn't seen The Last Unicorn in -AGES-* *May appreciate it more, now that she's older* *-loved-* the flame unicorns at the end* *Didn't know there was a book*)) *He nods his head, changing the angle of his head a little each time their mouths part minutely....His growling grows in volume at the nips, another shiver.... His left hand squeezing the flesh of Neets' thigh, creeping back towards the curve of his hip....His right moving up to push the clutching hand down to the annoying hem of his undershirt.....*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#360 Sun, Aug 3, 4:43AM PST
~~ Enjoying the feel of the shivers, he nips at the tip of a tongue, the lips pressed so feverishly to his...raking softly over tender skin as his hand slips below the hem of the shirt between them and traces a path up...up... Another quiet moan at the hand on his hip...~~ ((*grins* Peter S. Beagle. GOOD book.))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs- ): . . . . msg#424 Sun, Aug 3, 4:51AM PST
((Hmm... *Makes a note of the author* Cool, thanks!)) *Another moan at those teeth, shifting under the weight of this spiffy young man.... Lips trailing around the side of Neets' face, stubble pressing firmly, but not enought to hurt as he quests for the smooth flow of neck to shoulder, doing what he can with -his- teeth, lips and tongue, tracing the ends of scars.... He stops his kneading to lean forward, rearranging slender legs about his waist, both hands free to dance up spine....*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#481 Sun, Aug 3, 5:00AM PST
~~He hears someone gasp, and after a second, realizes it was him, but by that time, it's faded back into the soft, steady moan...which in itself becomes a cat-like purr at the touch of strong fingers brushing his skin. Tongue darting out, the barest suggestion of a moist path over the round curve of an ear and back down the strong line of jaw as he leans forward. Hands run teasingly over the trader's chest, almost too soft to feel, before fingernails are dragged across flesh as Beej finds a particularly nice something-or-other to do with his own teeth...~~ ((*grins* Enjoy!))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs- ): . . . . msg#536 Sun, Aug 3, 5:10AM PST
*An insistent thought barges in, lifting his mouth from that pale skin, inadvertantly making part of itself known on rough exhalations...* M...sovurry.....glad.....*About having confirmed that...those words...weren't just said in the heat of the moment, finding a solidity in them...which strikes him as -quite- unusual.... Hands slipping into the rear pockets of those scruffy pants, he's content to enjoy Neets' ministrations for a moment, listening to his purring.... More unbidden words slip from his mouth as a firey tounge sends a prickle down his back...* Kitten.....*A soft huff of laughter, turning his attention-and his mouth-back to those scars....* ((*Still thinks 311's Nick Hexxum looks rather like Steve Martin*))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#596 Sun, Aug 3, 5:21AM PST
~~Having watched for years as couples (-real- couples) walked past him with hands twined in the back pocket of each other's pants, he finds a certain delight in the sensation...definately seeing the appeal there...~~ Mmmm...din' jus'...say't 'cause'a was...ahhhh... ~~The reassurance of a completely unspoken thought flees from his mouth, the second gasp louder, and inching its way back towards that purr of contentment. ~~ K'tt'n? ~~ Almost...liking it...his mouth dips lower, the tank-top pushed nearly up and over tan shoulders as his mouth meanders across warm flesh. ~~ ((*Doesn't care much for 311...*))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs- ): . . . . msg#722 Sun, Aug 3, 5:37AM PST
*Another chuff of laughter, his breath too fast to allow a true chuckle, his arms rising just long enough for that irritating concession to modesty (heretofore known as 'Tank-top') to get itself hence..... He arches his back, head definately lolling for a moment.... Neets' words shock him, stealing breath...hadn't -said- anything but-* 'Sgood....*Must've said more than he thought, those toasty lips making him put thoughts back on a shelf as his hands return to the pockets, starting a new round of kneading.....* Mmmm...Purrin'....Kitten. *As if this was one of the more important statements in the world..... He tips his head to the side and gropes for an ear with his lips, starting up that rumble again....a passing thought about the bed...*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#765 Sun, Aug 3, 5:45AM PST
~~Whether the shirt were gone or not, he was bound and determined that it wasn't going to stop him from say...nipping there...or kissing -there-...or licking in just that spot -there-...the fact that it is gone merely leaves his hands free to do other things, such as pull those questing lips closer, or slide closer to the waistband of those loose grey slacks. ~~ S'good...lov'ya...~~ He finds himself considering the bed as well...but the floor is closer really...so convenient...and the chair even closer than the floor...~~

Private to blackwaterjones from:Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#805 Sun, Aug 3, 5:51AM PST
If I HAVE to listen to half-rap, I'd go with 311 or Beastie Boys...even though I REALLY don't like either of them. *grin* I think that's just the coolest song! *groans at Prodigy video* They overplay that thing SO much. And yes...i get the POINT already...the black guy is freaky looking, and so is the snood (Yes, I do know that's a medeival hair-wrap, I just like the word) with the pointy green hair...this does NOT mean I want to look at their tongues! *nods* I like Ska too. And...I don't know...just 'regular' rock? Don't even know if there IS such a thing anymore! *laugh*

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs- ): . . . . msg#863 Sun, Aug 3, 5:59AM PST
((*Knows the difference between a man wearing a Kilt and a bottle of Glenlivit* *Just hopes she spelled it right*)) *Oh, forget the bed, 's too far away.... Nibbling gently along the shell-like curve of the ear, mewling softly at the flicker of tongue -there- or gentle scrape -here-... Tiring of keeping his hands in one place, he sends them drifting up and down a bisque back, featherlight fingertips following fine lines...* I'know.... C'n feel't.....*This seems to take quite a bit of effort, this speaking thing...efforts better spent messing with this button, here...... or lifting that nimble mouth back to his own, hedonism being high on his list of things to experience, tonight....*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#914 Sun, Aug 3, 6:07AM PST
~~Too entralled by the warm mouth opened against his own to wonder at the fact that he -does- seem to be able to feel the trader in more ways than just the physical, he shelves the actual thought for later, when that belt buckle isn't presenting him such a problem in opening... Hedonism is a term he wouldn't recognize...but the desire to feel...taste...touch...all of it is urging him on rather strongly at the moment...~~

Privateto: neetlemyreknickerbocker from:Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs- ): . . . . msg#923 Sun, Aug 3, 6:08AM PST
*Giggles* It's just water, it can't hurt you... *Nods* Haven't heard much by The Beastie Boys, but Bone Thugs -n- Harmony is probably the only 'real' rap I'd listen to, if I only go to choose from that category... *Dislikes Progidy vid as well* Correction: I kinda like the black guy and the bugs, as well as the alligator and the two blonds.... But those are mere elements... I like Firestarter's intro, better. *Grins* You -do- know what a snood is! Cool! *Laughs* Ska is... Awesome. Where else do you hear a snarling bass guitar and a wah-wahing trombone? Poor Fry-Boy.... Regular Rock is...uh..... *Shrugs* Whatever's on *gick* Mtv?

Privateto: blackwaterjones from:Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#955 Sun, Aug 3, 6:14AM PST
Water. Water SCARY! *grin* I like the intro to Firestarter. And yes, one cannot be a member of the SCA for more than a month and NOT know...*laugh* *giggles* I like Ska...no complaints at all. I LOVED that song by Save Ferris...um...'The World is New' or something like that. *grins at the end of the Foo Fighters vid. Uhm...Regular Rock is...Foo Fighters, and Tonic, and....*laugh* I dunno...

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs- ): . . . . msg#968 Sun, Aug 3, 6:16AM PST
((*Grins at Kah`Serrith* Thanks! I try... *Laughs*)) *And share... One mustn't forget....or forget it, he already knows he's sharing as another button proves too tantalizing for his fingers.... He squirms as normally agile digits fumble.... another whimper pipes up, growling put aside for a moment...... His fingers drifting up, twining through those malachite locks, his teeth tugging gently on Neets' lower lip before deciding another taste of cayenne-laced 'Neets' would be good...there's the rumbling, again..... *

Privateto:neetlemyreknickerbocker from:Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs- ): . . . . msg#994 Sun, Aug 3, 6:21AM PST
*Giggles* Water not scary.... *Grins* A member of the Society for Creative Anachronism? Oooh, fun! *Ponders* Save Ferris? *Giggles* I like the Foo Fighters... Uh.. I know! Aerosmith is reggilar rock... An' Bon Jovi..... An'....um... *Is running out of braincells* *Grins at Push*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#1026 Sun, Aug 3, 6:27AM PST|
((Ahhhhh...Matchbox 20!)) ~~Share...he's more than happy to do that, exploring dark crevices and hidden sweetness in the mouth locked over his own. He imagines his own excited writhing isn't helping Beej's fingers undo his buttons any quicker...but then again, it's not exactly something he's got a ton of control over... If he could spare the air, he'd give a content sigh at the rumbling...as it is, he renews his efforts to get rid of that damn belt...~~ ((*Eeeps at thunder* Should probably go fairly soon...))

Privateto:blackwaterjones from:Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#1047 Sun, Aug 3, 6:30AM PST
Water VERY scary! *whimpers* Yup! Barony of Twin Moons, Kindgdom of Atenveldt! Um...newer band...dunno if they have any video's or not. *icks* Aerosmith isn't BAD...Bon Jovi isn't GOOD...um...*laugh* I noticed that was on...

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs- ): . . . . msg#1088 Sun, Aug 3, 6:37AM PST
((*Should go soon, too* *Eeps at time*)) *Nope, they definately were -not- gonna get to the bed.... Not that it mattered.... All that mattered was the slide of tongue against lip, teeth, tongue....And those fingers! A soft grunt and a small snort his only vocalizations regarding his...discomfort...And no, that wriggling was -not- helping at all.... But that doesn't keep Beej from -trying-... Another undone, himself undone, a sharper growl, just because- he shifts, slipping lower in the chair...*

Privateto:neetlemyreknickerbocker from:Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs- ): . . . . msg#1110 Sun, Aug 3, 6:40AM PST
I dunno what our chapter is called, up here.... *Pout* Didn't get to go to the RenFair, this year.... *Laughs* Aerosmith is okay, but I hate Hole in my Soul.... Bon Jovi had, like, one good song, about...uh...when did the first Batman come out? '88? Something like that.... Otherwise...ugh. *Is getting tired*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#1137 Sun, Aug 3, 6:45AM PST
~~Fingers indeed...gliding past that pesky belt, a mental note to speak to his lover about the convinience of elastic...soon forgotten in the slip-slide of bodies pressed too close... Guttural rumbles of air reaching his ears, from his own throat...from Beej's...did it matter anymore? The knowledge of two people, no, one person and two bodies... Fleetingly, it occurs to him that they never did reach the library...but that's a passing fancy, when compared to the core of fire he seems to have become...and before doing something just terribly clever with his hands, he finds himself wondering if they'll burn one another...~~ ~~Fade Out~~ ((*grins* We did it again..or they did...or something...))

Privateto:blackwaterjones from:Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#1157 Sun, Aug 3, 6:48AM PST
*laugh* I'll give you the url of the SCA Main Page, and you can just enter the name of your town and find you closest chapter...*grins as we become music critics* *Is tired too...*

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs- ): . . . . msg#1183 Sun, Aug 3, 6:52AM PST
((*Laughs* *Thought that was neat*)) *The idea- no, picture -of the two puzzle pieces comes back, as well as what the-? The library dissolves as he fervently gives into those insistent hands, nonsense falling from lips that try to reach any and all bits of bare skin -anything- thinking that denim is one of the stiffest fabrics invented....that last- Eeep! Ah well, this growing...glow...was going to shatter him, or maybe just turn him to dust in a flash... a -very- muddled prayer that he won't- his own hands moving low....*Fade Out* ((Hooo..... *SniggerGrin* Yep! *Hugs* Thanks, fun as usual....))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#1195 Sun, Aug 3, 6:54AM PST
((*grins* Fun as always...*peers at Neets and Beej before modestly covering their cage for the night.* Sex-fiends...*sniggers*))