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 Hakuna Matata, Skeezix, Girl, Dog, Cats, Roommates
Ilyas Aylin
 Posted: Mar 29 2015, 08:34 AM
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Spending the night in someone else’s house was both absolutely terrifying and incredibly fascinating. It turned out that the random girl who had invited Skeezix and Ilyas over here to stay in a warm room slash bed didn’t live here all by herself. And obviously, she had neglected to mention this soon enough. Ilyas was not sure if he could ever erase the picture of two people touching each other in all kind of places he did not want to see from his mind. It’d burned his eyes and made him wish that roles had been reversed and he was the blind one. That would’ve saved him the pain of being unable to look away fast enough before things got really, really gross.

Then there were the cats. Not exactly bothering anyone as they went along, but still, they were cats and therefore, they were bothersome. Every time any of those beasts came close enough to the spot the blonde man was sitting at on the floor, he would glare at them just as long until they’d leave. Since they were cats, they weren’t susceptible to glaring and it was probably something else that kept them away. Still. Ilyas just knew he was going to be covered in cat hair when he’d leave this place.

Perhaps that was the least of his problems, though.

Being human meant having certain needs. Right now, the biggest need was sleep. Quite impossible when you had to stare down people and cats. Ilyas managed a long while before the blinking of his eyes took longer than it would normally. Eventually, exhaustion beat willpower and he would drift off, despite being around everything unfamiliar, despite not wanting to. It happened anyway.

Sleep didn’t last incredibly long. It never did. And as expected, it was rather restless and uneasy too. As it always was.

It was dark out still. Or, well, perhaps not completely dark. Dawn was near and light began to creep over the horizon. Soon it would spread and announce that a new day had come. Ilyas woke with a soft gasp and jerk of the head. It took several second for him to realize where he’d fallen asleep at – and that he’d fallen asleep in the first place – but then he vaguely began to recall all the happenings. He recalled the cats and that disgusting people who were basically tangled together, and the dog, who he could appreciate. He remembered Whatshername and the way too tiny cab that had brought Skeezix to some useless clinic with useless doctor Ball or something and.. He sat more upright and looked at the couch where he’d left the bald, blind and deaf girl the night before. And winced. And, of course, jumped up.

Skeezix was gone.

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 Posted: Mar 30 2015, 06:59 AM
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Geniuses and babies, a body couldn't take their eyes off of either for a single second.

Wait, her bag was still there, tucked under the couch. So she wasn't gone, gone but merely somewhere else in the area. Still gone. Question was where. It was pre-dawn light outside and what did troll-girls DO in the ass-crack of dawn. If they were industrious, maybe work on something.

The eye-drops Dr. Balgree had given her had done a good job and returning her eye sight from the glowing gunk. Sometime later, Skeezix would be testing out various items that she had ingested the prior night to see which triggered the glowing eye-snot response again. Blondie didn't often have good suggestions, but sometimes he gave out winners as jokes. People LOVED fairy dust and glow-in-the-dark stuff for the dance clubs.

Shaking her head, Skeezix put her attention into staring intensely at the skillet on the stove. Waking up with the dawn hadn't been a conscious decision, rather it was automatic. A hold-over from years of being a bread maker, since sour doughs took so long to rise. Her body just woke of it's own accord and with it being too dim to sew, she'd put in the eye drops and wandered into the kitchen. Being deaf meant that she couldn't bloody hear what noise she was making so... everything had gotten carefully, silently taken out, and then placed back for the utensils. Then, after checking the ice box and the trash, she had started making breakfast. Quietly the leftover potato fries from last night were chopped with onions, herbs and what bits were still good from the tomatoes that were getting thrown out. These were set into bowl and a dollop of bacon grease got thrown into the black cast-iron skillet with a soft spitting hiss.

Blondie was still asleep probably, so in that dark, she quickly put together a plate for him, cold cuts of meat, some egg, and a little bit of the leftovers hash got tucked into the ice box again. She stared at the skillet, without her hearing...she couldn't listen for the signs of the eggs getting done properly.

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 Posted: Mar 30 2015, 09:02 AM
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Skeezix was gone. Her bag was still somewhere under the couch – evidence that she’d been there – but the troll girl was completely out of sight. It was unlikely she’d left the house without her belongings. People didn’t leave stranger’s houses without their belongings.

Not willingly.

Okay, before Ilyas was going to assume that whatever-her-name-Random girl had murdered Skeezix and was now chopping her up into good bite-size pieces somewhere in the back of this house, he figured some research was in place. He rubbed as much of the incurable sleepiness out of his eyes and glanced further around the room for any clues. Nothing he saw pointed to Skeezix. But there was a smell. Not an unpleasant one either. The smell of food. And a dog, that hurried from some other room in the back into the kitchen. Ilyas knew that this could mean one thing only, because dogs usually had a single reason to be in the kitchen.

Someone was making a meal.

Skeezix was the baker girl, but it was too quick to think that she’d taken it upon herself to make breakfast in someone else’s house. But peeking around the corner into the other room revealed that the baker girl seemed to have no problem with this. Of course not.

So, not murdered, just baking. That was probably better. Not that Ilyas cared or anything. In order to bake and cook and stuff, Skeezix had to be able to see, which she apparently could do now, so that was probably good too. Not being able to see sucked and that was why it was better for Skeezix to just be able to see things. It wasn’t because Ilyas cared. Nope. Nu-uh.

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 Posted: Mar 30 2015, 09:33 AM
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The dog trotted and nudged his freckled head into the back of Skeezix's knee. Why wasn't she giving him the food if she was making food? His people did that all the time. Maybe because she wasn't his person, so Skeezix considered herself exempt from doggie feeding. This required a little more nudging...

The dog whined, not knowing that Skeezix couldn't hear him as she turned the hash over in the skillet. She couldn't hear for the sizzle, so she was going to have to go by scent to get this one right.

Humming and whistling very softly under her breath, she waved her hand over the skillet to shovel the scents right into her face. Rosemary, sweet potatoes, over ripe tomatoes, a dash of tumeric and onions met her face and spread throughout the kitchen. Good, while that cooked through, it gave her time to crack and whisk four eggs into a smooth foamy yellow liquid. Had to add some protein, the cold cuts could be condiments because not everyone could eat meat really.

However quiet the baker girl was trying to be, it wasn't quiet enough as other people began to notice kitchen smells. There was movement from the bedroom attached to the kitchen, where the two love-makers from last night had crashed. Only one, a twiggy strawberry blonde with braided hair going down past her butt peered out the door, sleep still gumming her eyes as she stood there.

There was someone. Someone cooking food. GOOD smelling food. E'yick stared at the stout girl who was working the cast iron skillet like it was her own personal bitch over the stove. There was some of the cheese sliced up laying on the counter. When the hash got turned onto one plate, the bowl of egg mixture was tipped in with a generous splash of some of the soy sauce Skeezix'd found about the kitchen.

Skeezix of course, couldn't hear the person coming up behind her, as both of them were focused entirely on the eggs in the skillet. With one motion, Skeezix flipped the omelet in the skillet and got it to land, perfectly in the center, on it's uncooked side.

E'yick breathed out softly, in reverent awe of the meal being prepared as dawn's light did start filling the kitchen windows. "My....GOD... Never leave."

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Ilyas Aylin
 Posted: Mar 30 2015, 09:54 AM
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Skeezix was in the kitchen. Hadn’t bothered to make anyone else aware of this. No message, no note left, no nothing. The only way to find her was through smoke- and smell-signals. She was either just as oblivious as she had been before – perhaps another side effect of the pot or being a troll person? – or her senses hadn’t yet been restored for optimal use. But singing, she could still do. Whatever the case was, Ilyas could easily be his creepy stalker self and watch practically everything from the corner of a room.

That kind of changed when someone else came around too. Ilyas recognized that someone else too, although he’d mostly seen the back of them the night before. It’d been impossible to spot their face, because it had been attached to someone else’s and watching that had simply been too disgusting. Gross.

Anyway.

With this person out and about, he could as well just take a seat here. The kitchen was small, but not too small. There was enough counter space, and a stove, an oven and other stuff people needed to make a decent meal. And a table, where one could serve said decent meal. That was where Ilyas took a seat. Six chairs, which meant there was one for him and one for his feet, to create enough space between him and any other possible person who thought that it would be a good idea to sit near where he was currently sitting.

Because people often thought that it was. It was a simple precaution.

Skeezix never leaving this place was unlikely. In fact, she would have to leave this place rather soon, simply because Ilyas had somewhere else to be. It was morning now. People had jobs to get to and stuff and Skeezix was not going to stay here alone in this house with evil cats and orgies. Just not gonna happen.

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Well, she was staying for breakfast, that much was certain.

Even if the girl jumped when the twiggy one touched her elbow at the lack of response to the awed murmur. For half a second there was that ghost of a tail again, though this time it was less of a glowy limb and more of a shadow passing through the light in the air before fading. The pan rattled on the stove-top a moment before Skeezix calmed herself down enough to reply. "Sorry, temporarily deaf. Ask Ylang. I hope I wasn't steppin' on anyone's toes makin' breakfast."

"Stepping. Stepping?" E'yick looked at the baker girl plainly amused by both humility and the fact that she was basically apologizing for cooking a fantastic breakfast. While Skeezix couldn't hear the laughter, she could still see it in the twiggy girl's eyes. E'yick glanced at the table where Blondie had seated himself, with it's cluttered top and the amount of space the man was taking up.

Polar opposites these two, the girl was warm and polite, man cold and rude... which was par for the course in some of Ylang's dates. Really, she hoped that Skeezix would stay Ylang's beau for a while, if only for someone else to cook meals. Making sure she was facing Skeezix as she spoke, E'yick stated, "Tobek's gonna wake up once he smells this stuff, let's move breakfast to the living room. More space for people there."

"Hey, giant." E'yick addressed Blondie, as she dug assorted and mismatched plates and cups from a cupboard. "You in on having breakfast with us?"

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Ilyas Aylin
 Posted: Mar 31 2015, 11:15 AM
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Skeezix managed to have a totally unimportant and uninteresting conversation with this random person while she was deaf and it really was no short a miracle that Ilyas hadn’t fallen back asleep yet, because it probably didn’t get more boring than this. Had they been alone, he’d totally began to snore to make clear that, dude, this was all a bore. But there was a new person to stare at. A new person not to trust. And besides, Skeezix still couldn’t hear.

Fake snoring didn’t have effect on people who were totally deaf.

Ilyas could not exactly blame the stranger for asking the question she did. After all, she didn’t know him yet and thus, she couldn’t possibly know the answer. Skeezix probably did, but she hadn’t heard the question to begin with, so she wasn’t going to respond.

“No,” he said simply, without taking his eyes off the stranger.

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When E'yick moved towards Blondie to ask him the questions, Skeezix blinked only mildly in surprise that he'd even come into the kitchen at all. It was a people-y sort of place and he generally distrusted people. Actually...come to think of it, why'd he helped her last night...when she'd been out of her mind in grief, pain and worry?

Not a question to be asked now when people were around. That just got filed for later.

Mean time... SINCE he was here, she'd prepared something for him. Wordlessly she ducked into the icebox again to remove a cold, clean plate containing some cold cuts, pickles, buttered bread, a hard boiled egg an a thin slice of cheese. She set the plate onto a small clear space in the clutter of the kitchen table near Blondie and gestured, "Fixed ya breakfast too."

E'yick stared at this plate which was a different beast from the breakfast being made currently, confused for a moment. Skeezix shrugged and offered an explanation as the other girl went back into her bedroom. "He has trouble with hot food."

Ofcourse once those meat slices were out, Pettersnap immediately gravitated towards the man who had the meat and cheese right there, out in the open. Sitting down, the dog stared up at Blondie and licked his lips.

"If the dog begs...he's already wolfed down four slices of cheese." Skeezix didn't even look up from the skillet to deliver that statement. In her world, you didn't feed the beggar hounds too much or they'd lose all sorts of hard-learned manners. "He'll get more after brekky anyhows."

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Ilyas Aylin
 Posted: Apr 1 2015, 07:49 AM
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These people had too much junk. Honestly. It’d been a good while since Ilyas had owned a house – a decent one, at least – and his kitchen table had never looked like this. Perhaps it was due to the luxury of owning too much useless stuff. Useless stuff could be left cluttered about anywhere, everywhere, without anyone ever needing or missing it. This was actually one of the luxuries he did not need to experience.

Food was a better luxury, more valuable. However, food that someone else had prepared? That was still difficult, even if it had been Skeezix, who took food and its preparing more serious than anything else in the world. He’d eaten her food before, but not when he’d been in his right mind and his body hadn’t been brutally ravaged.

This – here, in the house of strangers – was a different story.

He wasn’t going to say that he wasn’t hungry. That’d be a lie. Last thing he’d eaten had been a cup of cold soup the last evening and since a lot had happened after that, any human being would’ve had the need for some new fuel. Skeezix’s assumption about trouble with hot food was new, though. It caused an eyebrow to raise. “I do not—“ Talking to the deaf person. That was rather useless, wasn’t it?

“Whatever.”

Now that the other stranger left the room, it seemed that the dog wanted to have a staring competition with Ilyas. Dogs. All of them were kind of the same. As soon as the food got on the table, they were your best friend. Unfortunately for this one, Ilyas was not very susceptible to its puppy eyes. “Sorry, Pepper.” Or whatever its name was.

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Pettersnap whiiiiiiiined pleading with the blonde man for some of his breakfast while Skeezix ignored the man and dog in favor of splitting up the omelet into six large pieces. Then she plated the dishes up, layering tomato bits and cheese over the hash before topping it with omelet. Two people exited the bedroom attached to the kitchen, the larger halfie young man rubbing sleep gunk out of his eyes while holding the tiny orange cat from last night in one massive hand. It was obvious that Tobek took more after his human parents in that he was large of hand and stature, along with being hairy as a pig. A silvery tinted pig with long pointed ears and a squat nose in his face. "Has tea been made yet?"

"Nope," E'yick stated, tapping Skeezix on the shoulder to let her know where she was before taking the finished plates. "I don't think we've got the milk for any black tea..."

"Rrright then.." Tobek reached up over the baker girl to grab for some of the miscellaneous jars overhead. "Green then...

"I shouldn't have any c-c-caffeine b-before the healer ap-pp-pointment this morning," Skeezix offered out...because it was true. She still had to get her hearing fixed and preferably soon. The costs for it would just have to come out of her homesteading fund. "Sorry..I'm just guessing at what you're dd-d-doing here...temporarily deaf from something that happened last night.. Can't actually hear you except for gibberish noises."

The dog immediately changed his mind. His people were much more susceptible to puppy-dog eyes and begging. With a clatter of toenails on hard wood and a wagging stub of a tail, he followed E'yick out into the living room.

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Oh, wonderful. More people. And none of them were at all familiar. Random girl number one had disappeared since last night and had been replaced by a random girl number two and tall ape.

Takes one to know one.

This was going to take forever. Ilyas had places to be, but deaf-Skeezix reminded him of a thing he’d totally forgotten; she had places to be at too. Damnit. That made today’s schedule even tighter and getting anywhere on time, at the rate this breakfast was going, was damn near impossible already.

Ilyas rubbed his temples. Forget about the tea. Wasn’t there something stronger? He supposed that the positive thing about the messy kitchen was that no one would actually sit here to eat. When they were all in the living room, he’d have a moment of peace. Skeezix would be able to spend time with her new friends – while she was still more or less in his sight – and would be able to eat something without being watched. Everyone won that way.

A boiled egg. There couldn’t be a whole lot wrong with that. Even if someone had tried, worst case scenario would be that it was rotten. Ilyas would survive that much. So, he decided the egg was a right, safe place to start.

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Tobek nodded from above Skeezix and held a jar down for her to look at. If the girl had been deafened by something... well rather than verbally asking, he was just going to let her sniff the herbal tea from Cafe Cubana and see if she liked the smell or not.

'This good?', he asked politely in sign language as well as Skeezix picked the jar from his free massive hand and waved her hand over the opening to cleanly sample scent. Mhmm...ginger and something sweet.

Skeezix grinned and signed back at the young man, 'Yes, very big good. May I hold cat?'

That actually got Tobek to laugh some, as the ginger slinky cat looked from big man to small baker for a moment before he was handed off. Skeezix cradled the dubious, skittish cat and began finding with fingers all of those little places under the chin that a cat loved getting rubbed. There was a melting ginger tabby ball of purr almost rolling out of her arms in a matter of seconds.

Or maybe the purring was coming from the girl. Hard to tell really.

She moved into the living room and found herself a space on the floor near her bag to as Ylang emerged from her own bedroom, the one attached to the living room and yawned. "...god...how can you be up so early after last night..."

Nevermind that the girl couldn't hear the question but... Damn. Crack of dawn. At least she brought good cooking with her.

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The big guy and Skeezix were having some kind of fun together, which obviously made Ilyas distrust him, and therefore dislike him. Wasn't thus the same person who'd been locking lips with that other only some hours earlier? Ilyas remembered it well, even though he'd much rather delete it from hid brain this instant. Of course he didn't like this guy. Firstly, because it was a guy and guys simply couldn't be trusted.

Secondly, Ilyas did not need a reason to dislike him. He just did.

With them all in the living room, he at least had a moment to eat something. Still, he would glance into that other room frequently, or more than frequently. Because someone had to do it. The egg.. wasn't bad. Not that Ilyas ever considered food that wouldn't kill him bad anyway, but there was an obvious difference between food that had been made for someone to eat or food that someone had dumped in a trashcan.

The next moment he would glance back at the living room, he received a stare in return. Not from any of the humans either. No. From the fucking cat. Figures. Facing your arch enemy in a stranger's house.

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It was one of the three housecats that Ylang had mentioned last night in passing. Not the fluffy brown tabby, but a muscular brown and white moggie who stared with wide moon eyes into Blondie's face, sniffing at him, scrutinizing him and not the food on his plate.

"Stoli! Git!" Ylang barked from the living room, and as soon as the words were out of her mouth, the marbled cat leapt from the table to the floor and scurried through the living room to duck into a small door. Thum-pa-thump went paws on stairs as the cat ran up the stairs to the second floor of the building.

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That was one ugly cat. Well, not exactly ugly as in hideous to look at, but it was still a cat and cats.. just weren’t nice to look at anyway. This one, with its big eyes and mewing, wasn’t any different. That anyone ever allowed any cat to be on top of a table was a sin in itself, because everyone ought to be well aware of the destructive powers of those felines.

Their claws ruined everything. Perfectly decent pants, chair legs, probably even wooden tables. It was just part of their evil, them expressing that they enjoyed themselves by digging their claws into things. How could anyone live with that?

But at least this one was obedient and it instantly vanished when Whatshername told it to go. Good. It was better that way for everyone involved. Before you knew it, the cat would’ve done something that had forced Ilyas to make it into a rug and people would be totally pissed off without a legit cause to be pissed off. It was better this way.

Now at least Ilyas could go back to staring at people and eavesdropping their conversations.

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