Issue 1 Downtime

Posted: **Wed Sep 21, 2011 10:43 am**

"Did you call Pizza 'Spress? Maybe they'll send that delivery boy you think is cute..." Becca started, looking innocently at the TV as she handed Sam the remote.

Posted: **Wed Sep 21, 2011 10:46 am**

That did cause a more overt blush, though she brushed it off.

"I don't think he's allowed to deliver here anymore."

Posted: **Wed Sep 21, 2011 10:47 am**

"Do I wanna know?" Nailah snickers.

Posted: **Wed Sep 21, 2011 11:06 am**

"It's not my fault, it was Becca's idea!"

Posted: **Wed Sep 21, 2011 11:54 am**

"I told you to ask for his number, not proposition him," Becca scoffed, overplaying the misunderstanding a little bit.

Posted: **Wed Sep 21, 2011 12:04 pm**

Nailah laughs, hopping on the couch a bit to turn herself around, chin on her crossed arms on the backrest of the couch, looking at Sam. "Haha, really?"

Posted: **Wed Sep 21, 2011 12:06 pm**

"That... that isn't what I did! He just took it the wrong way!"

Posted: **Wed Sep 21, 2011 12:13 pm**

"Mm-hmm," Becca said in a doubtful tone, her eyes sparkling as she turned them to Sam.

Posted: **Wed Sep 21, 2011 12:15 pm**

"Go on..." she snickers.

Posted: **Wed Sep 21, 2011 12:18 pm**

"And... I... tried a little too hard to salvage it when he did, and he took that even worse."

Sam was beet red by then.

Posted: **Wed Sep 21, 2011 12:21 pm**

"Oh Sam..." she giggles. "So sorry... shouldn't be laughing about this but..." she interrupts herself with another giggle.

Posted: **Wed Sep 21, 2011 12:28 pm**

Becca grinned, patting the couch. "Come on, let's watch something before you match your hair," she teased

Posted: **Wed Sep 21, 2011 12:31 pm**

She seemed a bit uncertain about joining them on the couch at first, but ultimately she got up, taking the remote with her as she sat down with them.

"You're just lucky I don't start telling stories about you," she said with a faint smirk.

Posted: **Wed Sep 21, 2011 12:37 pm**

"I'm just glad you don't know any stories about me. Well except that one... And that thing in the gym... And swatting Mark's lunch from the table..." she goes, underlining the last one by swishing her tail around.

Posted: **Wed Sep 21, 2011 12:46 pm**

"Aye, your tail really gets around," she said with a chuckle.

She got a mischievous grin, and tried to catch the wayward buttlimb betwixt her fingers.

Posted: **Wed Sep 21, 2011 1:13 pm**

"Hey, let go! That's mine! I need that to clear tables!" she chuckles, her tail jerking around as she tries to free it.

Posted: **Wed Sep 21, 2011 1:31 pm**

"Ack! It's getting away! Little help here, Becca?"

Posted: **Wed Sep 21, 2011 8:36 pm**

"Just don't let go, Sam," Becca said with an innocent smile... then she started tickling Nailah.

Posted: **Thu Sep 22, 2011 1:59 am**

"Noooo!" she shrieks, though it's more of a shrill laugh if anything as she tries to twist and turn away. Which kind of results in Sam getting hit by aimlessly flapping wings.

Posted: **Thu Sep 22, 2011 2:01 am**

Which, sadly, meant that Samantha had no chance of keeping a hold on Nailah's tail, sending it flailing towards...

Posted: **Thu Sep 22, 2011 2:06 am**

...nothing in particular, though not being 'held back' anymore means that Nailah goes falling on top of Becca in mass of flailing limbs.

Posted: **Thu Sep 22, 2011 2:37 am**

Becca let out a startled 'eep', but made a last minute decision... and kept tickling her. Despite her doomed position. "Don't just sit there, help me!" she gasped, grinning, to Sam.

Posted: **Thu Sep 22, 2011 2:39 am**

Samantha blinked, spitting out feathers, and a grin spread across her face once more as she grasped what Becca was asking. Righting herself, she joined her roommate's onslaught on the sphinx.

Posted: **Thu Sep 22, 2011 2:46 am**

"Stooooop! That's... that's no faiiiir!" she squeals out between laughs, trying to free herself from between the two.

Posted: **Thu Sep 22, 2011 4:11 pm**

That was about when a knock came at the door.

Posted: **Thu Sep 22, 2011 8:50 pm**

Becca would have jumped if she hadn't had a sphynx on top of her. "Who's at the door?" she squeaked, trying to worm her way free.

Posted: **Thu Sep 22, 2011 11:20 pm**

"Crap! It's probably the..."

Posted: **Thu Sep 22, 2011 11:21 pm**

"Hey uh, you guys order some pizzas?" Came a male voice from the other side of the door.

Posted: **Fri Sep 23, 2011 1:58 am**

"Well get off of me then." Nailah squeaks.

Posted: **Fri Sep 23, 2011 1:59 am**

"Just... just keep it down," Samantha said as she got up to go pay.

Posted: **Fri Sep 23, 2011 2:09 am**

Which results in Nailah falling off the couch from Becca's attempts to get up. Hitting the floor with a faint thud she can't help but giggle, her hands over her mouth to try and keep quiet.

Posted: **Fri Sep 23, 2011 2:39 am**

Samantha gave the two girls a pleading look before opening the door.

"Right then, what do we owe you?"

Posted: **Fri Sep 23, 2011 2:55 am**

Becca gave a muffled giggle as she fell off the couch practically on top of Nailah.

"DO I need to help you keep quiet?" she teased in a whisper.

Posted: **Fri Sep 23, 2011 2:59 am**

"No, shut up and get off of me." she giggles, not really making an effort to push Becca off of her at all.

Posted: **Fri Sep 23, 2011 3:01 am**

"That'll be fourteen," the delivery boy said.

"Hey uh... you've got a little something..." He gestured vaguely at his hair.

Posted: **Fri Sep 23, 2011 3:02 am**

Becca mock-pouted, then gave Nailah a quick kiss while no one could see them before squirming her way off of her.

Posted: **Fri Sep 23, 2011 3:11 am**

Nailah sticks her tongue out at Becca before popping up from behind the couch, grinning awkwardly at the delivery-boy.

Posted: **Fri Sep 23, 2011 3:14 am**

Samantha self-consciously searched her hair for a few moments before pulling out a sizeable pinfeather.

"Oh! Ah... how did that get there? I'llbepayingyounow." She said, turning bright red and hastily handing him the bills before taking the pizza.

Closing the door behind her, she took a deep breath.

Posted: **Fri Sep 23, 2011 3:16 am**

Nailah's grin turns a bit less awkward once the door closes.

"That one was totally your own fault."

Posted: **Fri Sep 23, 2011 3:21 am**

"Should've just said it was from your pillow or something," Becca mused, invisibly, from where she'd climbed up onto the couch.

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