Day 38: Game Room

She’d never been in the Game Room before.

It didn’t look spectacularly interesting, she had to admit… but it’d be more fun than just hanging out in the Sun Room, right? Yuffie idly thumbed through a deck of cards, walking around the room to examine various bits and pieces. Board games, video games, chess… No really awesome prank material that she could see, but maybe she could rope somebody into a game of poker? That could be fun, but… ah, then again, most of the patients were just like her -- they didn’t have anything really cool that she could swindle out of them. Not until Nightshift, anyway.

Still! She’d keep it in mind. It wasn’t like there was anybody else in the room yet anyway, so any potential swindling would have to wait a little while. What could she do in the meantime, huh? Pick- pocketing a nurse could be fun..! Wait -- no, not when it was quiet like this. She’d have to wait until there was more cover, unless she got distracted. Yuffie hadn’t stolen anything in days, not since that time in Doyleton, with the Kaito kid…

Yuffie smirked. That had been fun.

we welcome immigrants O3

[identity profile] wantsyourzex.livejournal.com 2009-01-23 06:11 pm (UTC)(link)
ZEX watched him, perplexed. He'd seen his human in a variety of emotional states before (some more desirable than others), but this one was a bit new to him. He really wasn't sure why frank discussion of sexual activity would make him react this way. ZEX didn't find anything wrong with it, after all.

The deeper meaning behind his human's expression was lost on ZEX, as were most human expressions, and instead he focused on his human's color. He'd certainly gotten him excited, anyway!

"Why not?" ZEX was still trying to give the matter the thought it deserved and also not to let his desire get the better of him, for both their sakes (if only it was night!). He blinked, suddenly stumbling across an idea, and he smiled unconsciously in a satisfied kind of way.

"Ah, I see! You're being shy again! Hee! Hee! Hee!" His human was such a silly creature. ZEX leaned in closer towards him. "There's no need to be shy, Captain... after all, we've shared so much already." With more of a leer this time.

Re: we welcome immigrants O3

[identity profile] captain-hunam.livejournal.com 2009-01-23 07:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Apparently, the fondness he has started to feel for ZEX did have limits, somewhere around the point where ZEX started pestering him about sex of a kind Zelnick had absolutely no experience with-- and acting almost irritatingly smug when Zelnick got embarrassed about it.

"I'm not being shy, it's just--! It's embarrassing to talk about this kind of stuff! Especially in public." He leaned back a bit when ZEX leaned in. "Please, ZEX, not now."

[identity profile] wantsyourzex.livejournal.com 2009-01-23 08:46 pm (UTC)(link)
It seemed like his human was getting upset. No doubt because he couldn't act on the desire written all over his face, and ZEX could certainly sympathize with that! The creatures did have their limits after all... ZEX needed to keep that in mind.

"Well, if you insist," ZEX said, still somewhat puzzled at his reaction to such talk. "We can always talk about it later, when we're alone and can devote more time and energy to the subject." His unconscious grin surfaced again. A lot more time and energy, if he had anything to do with it...

Somewhere, ZEX vaguely recalled their last meeting, and that there was something important that he should ask about now while he had the chance, probably involving that wretched Shofixti that had so ruined his day before, but he didn't exactly feel like going back to that just yet. He could always wile away time describing his human's attributes, but he was being so fussy today and he probably wouldn't appreciate it.

There had to be something other than sex to talk about, although ZEX was hardpressed to find what it was. He ran over the day's events in his head, and things clicked into place quickly. "You saw your therapist today, didn't you?" ZEX couldn't help the bitterness that crept into his voice at the word, even though Wilson had been perfectly nice to him. He'd had years of negative conditioning, after all.