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Post by The Conman on May 18, 2016 23:09:42 GMT -5
Enarin gave Jada a confused look while he scoured his brain for what a gizka was, finally dimly remembering it was a vaguely frog-like alien about the size of his hand. Upon this realization, the teen smirked at Jada and her wink, though she was probably right. He'd been pushed around by the likes of Niri more than a few times, so Jada probably wasn't far off. The teen wasn't pained by the realization, he wasn't a fighter and knew that should the need arise, he'd probably be able to figure out a way away from Gira and her retard strength, even if it involved bonking her on the head with something, or resorting to the lowest of the lows, yanking a lekku really hard.
That'd put most Twi'leks out like a light, though Enarin had the inkling that Jada would probably respond with ultra-violence instead of unconsciousness.
She just had that vibe.
As Enarin closed in to Jada, to get a look at what she was upto, he noticed she had a bag and was shoveling some form of grains into it. He had no idea what they were, the teen having seen grain but never bothered to learn about it, figuring Jada had in her spare time and knew what she was doing. The teen stopped once he was within arms reach, watching her load up the bag, crossing his arms.
"Psshhh, whaat? Scared? I'm not afraid of Gira, C'mon." Enarin said, sounding more like he was reassuring himself than trying to convince Jada.
"She's some small crazy force of nature...I-" Enarin looked down at the pile of grain, then back over to Jada.
"-I totally had her, y'know, where I wanted her...Jada...Y'know, in the-" Enarin paused, and smirked.
"-DANGAAAHHH ZOONNEEE!" He said, looking over at Jada, then dodging out of arms reach, just in case, and managing to fall heavily into the pile of grains.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on May 21, 2016 12:46:21 GMT -5
Jada observed Enarin hastily join her, and caught his stance in the corner of her eye. It was that arms-folded-I'm-so-tough pose that showed you were serious. The difference was that when she did it, people fidgeted nervously and began imagining the costs of their dental work. When Enarin did it with his little stick arms, well a nearby cricket started to chirp having missed the memo. His statement about not being scared was met by the same skeptical look normally reserved for response to statements like 'Oh yeah my Uncle is a big Holo-wood star.'
Crazy force of nature was right. 'Tropical Storm Gira' was a thing. If you kept her controlled with almonds it was all right, but Hurricane Gira had a nasty habit of leaving water damage and sticky furniture in her wake.
Aaaaand Enarin fell into the grain while declaring 'danger zone.'
Jada leaned slightly over the railing and stared.
"You are... Mentally damaged. I get Gira's problem, as a fetus her blood alcohol content was probably twice the legal limit. But were you dropped on your head or something? Get out of there Chubbs, people are going to eat that."
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Post by The Conman on May 21, 2016 13:13:16 GMT -5
Enarin let his head flop into the grain and groaned, the woman was right, nobody had any idea where he'd been...though anybody who bought grain from Gira and didn't wash it...Whatever happened to them was their fault, as far as he was concerned.
He couldn't complain about the view, the railing doing a pretty good job of pushing the woman's prodigious bust out of her leather top...Enarin consoled himself with the notion that she was at least easy to look at...despite the fact he was being compared to Gira's level of stupidity. Regardless, the teen was beginning to enjoy the woman's company, even if she made him run until he couldn't breathe and questioned his sanity, she was different than his other friends, and could make him laugh, which was something. He usually found himself laughing at his friends stupidity, not what they'd said, even if it was about him.
Chuckling at Jada, he gazed back, defiantly crossing his arms for a moment, trying, and failing, to not look at her boobs. It wasn't a stare, so much as something slightly longer than a glance, which he broke after a beat and looked off towards his feet. The teen wasn't entirely sure how to get up, never having been stuck on a pile of grain before. Enarin was well aware that no matter what he did, he'd probably look even more mentally damaged as he flopped around like a retarded fish while he tried to get off the grain pile.
"Y'know, this is kinda comfy..." Enarin burbled towards Jada, as he tried to put his arms down to push himself up, the teen's hands sinking into the grains instead of lifting him up.
Deciding to change strategies, the teen flipped over onto his front, and wiggled his way towards the railing Jada was currently leaning on, rolling onto his side once he got there, grabbed onto the railing and pulled himself up, huffing, and with entirely none of the grace of an acrobat, pulled one leg up, then over the railing, then the other, coming to stand beside the amazonian woman, looking over at her while he leaned back onto the railing, opposite of Jada's forward lean.
"Jada, I vote we get outta here, I think I've embarrassed myself enough for one day." The teen suggested.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on May 24, 2016 20:47:09 GMT -5
Jada stared down and prepared to lend a hand as Enarin clambered out of the grain. It was a slow and drawn out process that really hammered home the message about how Enarin had let his muscles waste away in Zero G and not bothered to compensate for it. It was almost funny. The truth was that she really wasn't quite enough of an asshole to laugh at him for trying to climb out. However his claim it was comfy was encouragement enough to laugh. She did, and continued to laugh until he made it out and stood by her.
His suggestion of departure was also appropriate. She had her bag of grain, if Gira didn't have the parts in the office now she'd have them by tomorrow (or get a broken jaw), so that meant there wasn't a whole lot left to do.
"Yeah, c'mon kiddo," She agreed, walking off leisurely. "Now let's talk about your diet a little bit, ever hear of a thing called protein?"
Mentally she rubbed her hands. This was a good family, they had access to all kinds of shit, and that meant there was the magic. The magic that was steak.
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