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Post by Ace Venchurro on Jul 2, 2016 17:29:30 GMT
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She slipped away from his grip again. He hung over the couch and stared up at her with a frustrated pout. Ace could easily overpower her once he got her hands on her, but that was the whole issue, he couldn't. She was small, agile and frankly quite clever about things like this. It was like Lettie had things like this planned out, and he played right into it. Of course, Ace wasn't really complaining. It was fun. Simple, little things like this made his day sometimes.
And then Lettie bolted. It took a moment for his brain to register, but once it did, Ace jumped over the couch and sprinted after her. "Oh really, you're gonna make me run too?!" Ace yelled, taking a sharp turn at the stairs and darted right in between the curtains. He could easily win a race between the two, he was taller, which meant taller legs. But Lettie had a unfair advantage. "You had a head start, that wasn't fair!" He yelled after her, unaware of where she was heading. But then she slowed down a bit at the base of the stairs, giving him the opportunity he desperately needed. He skipped a couple of steps on the staircase, jumping one last step and attempted to wrap his arms around her to trap her. "Got'cha!"
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Post by LETTIE SPENCER on Jul 3, 2016 0:44:28 GMT
[attr="class","peaches"] [attr="class","peachbox"]  [attr="class","peachtea"] [attr="class","peachtext"]"You'll get over it!" She knew he would be right on her in a second, even as she tried to take the stairs two at a time, heart pounding in her ears. Slightly flushed with the rush of anticipation and looming threat of capture. Chases. Honestly, she had never been that into anything like tag or capture the flag as a child - she liked running well enough but there was no particular pull for this kind of game until these little pursuits through the house had become a thing. She wasn't sure when the first time had been. Probably something along the lines of her refusing to share ice cream or something and him not in the zone not to take no for an answer.
There were a couple of ominous tell-tale thuds below her. Then he caught her right as she got a couple of steps off the first landing, his arms curling around her waist and eliciting laughter as she grabbed the railing to keep from getting hauled back down. It was moments like these that she remembered, yeah, she was ridiculously tiny - at least compared to her veritable tree of a boyfriend.
"For the moment - don't celebrate yet," she told him, still laughing as she squirmed a bit and tried to pull away. It was going to take more than that at this rate, though, and she turned slightly to look back at him with a cautious grin. She was still about a step and a half above him, so their heights were slightly more even again for the time being. She didn't have to crane her neck as much to note the smug smirk she was sure would still be there. "It's really not a fair fight, you know. I'm at a severe disadvantage." For the next few seconds, anyway. CODED BY SYLVIE [googlefont=Lobster:400]
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Post by Ace Venchurro on Jul 6, 2016 3:13:49 GMT
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"And why exactly are you at a disadvantage, Miss 'I got a head start'? Also, how exactly are you gonna worm your way out of this? I think I got a pretty good hold on you." Ace taunted, teasingly pulling her back towards him a bit. There was no way she could wiggle out of this, Ace had a pretty good hold on her. Of course not tight enough to hurt her, but definitely secure enough to where she couldn't get away. He was smiling from ear to ear, the chase ended with him coming out as the victor. These little mundane things had turned into such fun little things with her. It was amazing what the two could do when left alone with each other. The teasing, the flirting, the general dorkiness. It was all perfect.
Ace rested his head and his eyes fluttered shut. He nuzzled her neck and grinned into her hair. "Are you positive you don't wanna just go to sleep now? Because I'm tired from chasing you and would really like to lay down on some pillows." He wasn't really tired from chasing her, it didn't take that much energy to catch her to be honest. But he just really, really wanted to go to sleep.
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Post by LETTIE SPENCER on Jul 7, 2016 0:36:50 GMT
[attr="class","peaches"] [attr="class","peachbox"]  [attr="class","peachtea"] [attr="class","peachtext"]She didn't mind him getting the occasional win, and especially when it was the temporary kind. It was fun for her whichever way the games went, and she almost always loss chases anyway. There was no point in running at all if she didn't want to get caught eventually. And she planned on getting caught this time, just not quite yet. Right now she was just quietly enjoying his smile and the fact that he thought he had her.
"You cheat at everything," she explained, without bothering to provide any particular example as she let him draw her back a little closer to him without further squirming. "And we're not exactly the same weight class, if you hadn't noticed. But I have my ways." She smirked over his shoulder as his head rested in the crook of her neck, pursing her lips against a laugh at the nuzzling. They could totally pick this up in a few hours, but she was getting the attic done if she had to roll him up in an area rug and drag him.
She was well aware he wasn't tired from just this, but she carried on with it. "If you're tired from just this, then you need to get into better shape." Slowly she guided his head up from her shoulder so she could look at him. "You know . . . lifting boxes . . . carrying them downstairs . . . that kind of thing . . ." With each pause leaning in a little more until her lips just barely brushed his . . . and then she jabbed the most ticklish spot on his side and took her opportunity to duck and squirm down out of the encirclement of his arms and scramble up the stairs, into the apartment.
Through the living area and one somewhat impressive leap to get her over the couch with the hall upstairs to her right, she waited for him to nearly catch up again. "I'll admit that one was pretty low!" CODED BY SYLVIE [googlefont=Lobster:400]
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Post by Ace Venchurro on Jul 7, 2016 2:11:25 GMT
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A pout formed on his face. He was in perfectly fine shape. There was just a lot to do tonight, especially after a busy day. Ace usually let the employees go home early and he finished cleaning up the kitchen and the floor. It wasn't that hard for him usually, that was when he used his power the most probably. What other reason did he have to use his powers for, other than cheating at pillow fights of course. But shush, don't tell Lettie.
Ace opened his mouth to retort to the comment, but his breath was caught in his throat when Lettie began guiding his head to look at her. His heart stopped in his chest briefly as she kept inching in closer with each pause. He was pretty sure his face started to color as well. Her lips just barely brushing against his... and then Lettie jabbed him in the side, the ticklish side.
It didn't take long for Ace to double over in laughter and release his hold on her, swatting away her hands and moving to his side. And then she was gone, just like that Lettie had played him once again. When Ace got his breath back he was holding onto the side railing for support and huffed, kneeling over slightly "You little... ugh." He said to himself, a hand being raised to feel his cheeks. Oh yeah, they were definitely red. But he couldn't dwell over that too long, Ace was losing much needed distance on her.
He darted up the stairs and into the apartment, just in time to see Lettie leap over the couch and pause in front of the hallway. Forgetting where that hallway lead for just a moment, Ace sprinted across the room and dodged around the couch. "When I get my hands on you, you are so dead!" Ace knew exactly where her ticklish spots were and he wasn't afraid to abuse that knowledge now.
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Post by LETTIE SPENCER on Jul 8, 2016 16:16:00 GMT
[attr="class","peaches"] [attr="class","peachbox"]  [attr="class","peachtea"] [attr="class","peachtext"]He still blushed so easily that she hardly had to try sometimes; every once in a while she even got him by accident and could never quite figure out exactly how. She guessed she would always still have the upper hand in some ways.
She waited until he appeared in the apartment doorway - she hadn't closed it behind her, so he had an easier time there - to get moving again. A quick twist on her heel and she raced down the hall, his threat just earning more laughter from her. Oh, she didn't get dead very often; it would be fun to see what that all translated to. Probably murder by laughter, honestly. "I doubt it! You like me too much!"
The bedroom door flashed by in her periphery. She was absolutely certain at this point that Ace wouldn't notice when he sped right past it, even though it was the usual final destination for this sort of thing. Testament to how distracting she was, she guessed, already grinning in satisfaction as the attic door loomed ahead. She really loved the occasions when he wasn't just being a complete dork. Not that she didn't adore the dorky side too, it was what she fell in love with in the first place - but changing things up kept things exciting.
Lettie slid to a stop at the end of the hall, turning around and backing into the door. Pressed against it like a very trapped little mouse, hands flat against the wood and not yet going near the doorknob as she just awaited the very quickly approaching capture. ". . . Hey. That was fun, right?" she asked, with a hint of genuine nervousness. Time for a taste of death.
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Post by Ace Venchurro on Jul 9, 2016 4:59:44 GMT
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And then the end of the hallway came closer and closer, it wasn't long before she had nowhere else to run. Just as Ace predicted, she slid to a stop against the end of the hall. He followed her example, sliding to a stop just a couple of feet in front of her. There was a slight squeaking noise as he slid, but paused in front of her. She looked so innocent, and caught. Very, very much caught.
He took a step closer to her and hovered over Lettie, arms now being crossed and smirk returning to his face. "Oh very fun. Now the fun's time over and we can just get to bed now, yes? Because it looks like... you have nowhere else to run." Ace said. The nervousness in her voice was taken as Lettie being worried she was caught. Like a kid who stuck their hand in the cookie jar and got caught while doing so. Another step towards her and Ace was only a couple of inches in front of her, leaning down and just smirking at her. "Do you surrender now? Because it looks like I've won." There was nothing she could, Ace had her legit cornered. And this time he wasn't going to fall for another one of her flirty distractions.
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Post by LETTIE SPENCER on Jul 9, 2016 15:31:18 GMT
[attr="class","peaches"] [attr="class","peachbox"]  [attr="class","peachtea"] [attr="class","peachtext"]Her boyfriend was very tall. Not actually absurdly tall as she often accused, but when you're only a bit over five feet to begin with anything over six feels ridiculous. And that was especially true when he was standing just in front of you and you literally had to crane your neck almost all the way back to see his obliviously smug victory smile. It amused her vaguely that he was the cat in this game of cat and mouse, with how much he hated them.
There was nowhere to go if she wanted to get around him, but backing up was another story. Keeping her eyes on him, she reached up and back for the doorknob. "Looks like it, doesn't it . . . ?" she ventured, keeping the nervousness up. At least part of it was still real - he could get her back pretty good right now if he wanted to. But that was all going to come crashing down in a few minutes. She almost felt bad. "But what would the fun be if I just surrendered now? I mean, I put a lot of effort into getting away. Wouldn't want it to be too anticlimactic . . ."
She turned the knob without making too much of a show of it, the door opening quietly, and she began to back up slowly. The last few steps of her supposed last stand. The longer her failed to notice, the more amused and vaguely conflicted she was going to be about it.
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Post by Ace Venchurro on Jul 11, 2016 4:14:40 GMT
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And that was warning sign number one. The door. Ace paused to look at her then up at the door frame. This was not the bedroom door. He glanced back in the hall behind him, looking down a little ways and seeing the actual bedroom door. Things began to click in his head, which probably meant Lettie was going to start bolting pretty soon. His green eyes slowly looked from the bedroom door to the current one, noticing that it was at the end of the hallway. There was only one door that Ace knew of that was at the end of any hallway and that one was...
"Lettie... you did not." Ace said carefully, turning around to face her with the most defeated but somewhat offended look he could muster. She did not just do what he thought she did. Because if she did, Lettie was deader than dead. She was a goner.
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Post by LETTIE SPENCER on Jul 12, 2016 17:46:22 GMT
[attr="class","peaches"] [attr="class","peachbox"]  [attr="class","peachtea"] [attr="class","peachtext"]Oh, it was definitely a victory for someone, but she was pretty sure Ace was beginning to realize, slowly, that it wasn't his. The cornered mouse look was starting to fade a little as he seemed to finally notice this door was not the one he was looking for. She took a longer step back when he turned to look down the hall, feeling out the bottom stair step with the back of her ankle and carefully stepping up on to it.
She went up another step as he looked back, unable to contain her grin when she saw the look on his face. Oh dear, had she insulted the poor dork's honor? Probably something along those lines, what with having the win revealed to have never been his at all.
"I'm . . . pretty sure I did." Another step up. "Sorry." Rest assured, she did not sound very sorry at all, and at the first tiniest movement from Ace, she whipped around to lunge up the stairs as quickly as could possibly be considered safe. He could kill her at the top if he wanted, but her corpse would just be one more thing he had to move, right?
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Jul 12, 2016 21:01:21 GMT
Post by Ace Venchurro on Jul 12, 2016 21:01:21 GMT
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They came up to the attic in no time. She found a safe spot away from him and out of sight somehow. Meanwhile, Ace emerged from the doorway and moved off to the side, leaning on the large, covered piano that had been sitting in there for who knows how long. He panted slightly, catching his breath after the short chase up the stairs. She was fast, Ace had to give her that. Too fast though, and too slippery. Did he mention she was sneaky too?
His head snapped up towards her direction and he pointed an accusing index finger at her. "You... you had this planned from the beginning. You sneaky little shit." He said that lovingly, in a pissed off because I can't believe you boyfriend sort of voice. A hand ran down Ace's face, wiping off the spiderweb he swore he walked through. It was then that Ace realized how bad of a shape the attic was in. The piano was covered with a large blanket, cobwebs were as big as a sheet of paper. Old pillows that his mom used to use to decorate the cafe were buried underneath drapes of curtains. He stood up straight and looked around, getting a mild feeling of nostalgia and a mix of sadness. However, he brushed the feeling off and looked at Lettie with a flat stare. "I demand an entire tub of ice cream and a new Netflix series for this."
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Post by LETTIE SPENCER on Jul 13, 2016 0:17:20 GMT
[attr="class","peaches"] [attr="class","peachbox"]  [attr="class","peachtea"] [attr="class","peachtext"]"You already said that, babe!" Hearing him jumping the steps behind her about made her heart leap into her throat, but she beat him into the attic, quickly swinging around and out of sight in the corner on the same wall as the door. Quietly catching her breath as well, she smiled and bit her lip watching him. He didn't immediately notice her, leaning on the piano instead, probably noticing now how much of a mess this place was. It was almost too bad that the chase was over. They were actually going to have to get to work now.
Her grin widened and she stood up a little from where she had been leaning against the wall when he turned to her, though her expression switched to mimicked indignation for a moment. Her hand went to her chest in a gesture of who, me? "Such vulgar language. I might be offended." Her smile returned quickly though. With cautious steps she made her way out of the corner closer to him, looking around. There were actually a few boxes of just blankets and things already sorted from one visit up she had made on her own earlier in the week.
"I think I can comply with that." She skirted close enough to nudge into him. "You did have fun though. I know you did."
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Jul 14, 2016 15:46:41 GMT
Post by Ace Venchurro on Jul 14, 2016 15:46:41 GMT
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Ace couldn't remember the last time he was up here. Probably since he found his mom, which was quite a while ago. Just being up here gave him a little nostalgia. As he walked through, something in one of the boxes caught his attention. He reached into one of the boxes, pulling out a old picture frame from when he was a kid. The dust flew when he blew it off, waving a hand to air it away. The picture was one from middle school and his mom, probably one of those school picnics where his mom took a million pictures. A half smile formed on his face. It was funny to see himself as a kid. The large frame glasses and the messy hair he didn't really outgrow, but he sure as hell matured since then.
That was enough traveling down memory lane. He placed the picture back in the box and turned towards the piano underneath the drape. Well, that was going to be a backache and a headache all in one. The piano was in a awkward position, standing between them and the rest of the attic. Who's idea was this to put it here? Ace sighed at the sight, scratching his head in thought. He slowly cast a glance to Lettie, pointing at the piano briefly and then pointing at her, making a 'come here' motion with his index finger. "You're totally helping me with moving this. We just have to move it off to the side without scratching the floor so we can get to what's behind it." Ace said, patting the piano underneath the blanket. Even though he could move it wordlessly with a thought, it was still heavy as well. Getting help from Lettie would help lessen the load at least.
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Jul 18, 2016 16:32:18 GMT
Post by LETTIE SPENCER on Jul 18, 2016 16:32:18 GMT
[attr="class","peaches"] [attr="class","peachbox"]  [attr="class","peachtea"] [attr="class","peachtext"]Such a pout for a twenty-five year old. She flashes him another content smirk and let him poke her, turning to follow him as he wandered through the attic. Part of the reason she hadn't pushed him up here sooner was that she was trying to gauge if any or all of his reluctance toward the task was actually more rooted in the memories being up here was likely to stir up. Forcing him into an emotionally intensive situation certainly wasn't her intent. It hadn't taken too long though to figure out that most of it was just laziness and that he was alright with facing anything up here.
"You were cute," she commented idly, peering around him at the picture. The sight made her smile, too - those same glasses made him unmistakable, but of course it was amusing to see them fitted on a younger version of the man beside her. Shorter than his mother back then, with the rounder cheeks of a child and a generally much more nerdy air than he projected now. She wished she'd known him back then. When they met in high school he was already the stuff of locker-side daydreams for several of her friends.
She was already moving back to one of the boxes she had sorted by the time he made his way over the piano. Plucking a little plastic packet from a shopping bag beside the boxes, she turned to hold up some rubber furniture moving pads, smirking at the 'come here' gesture without resistance. "I have thought far ahead of you babe, don't worry." She started tearing open the packet, glancing absently at the directions on the back before looking up at him. "Do you think we should just move it down to the shop or the studio one of these days?"
Packet open, she moved to kneel beside the first of the piano legs, glancing up at him again for help getting it lifted just enough to slide the protective pad under.
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Jul 19, 2016 17:11:46 GMT
Post by Ace Venchurro on Jul 19, 2016 17:11:46 GMT
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"Probably could move it down to the studio, use it for tutoring and stuff. I don't really want people touching it all the time." He said. In the studio he could at least see and control who was using it, if they moved it out into the shop then, well, it was free for anyone to use. Having random strangers touch his mom's piano didn't sit well with him. Ace still had an emotional attachment to the piano, it was his mom's after all. There were just some things he couldn't let go of. It felt like he was letting go of her in a way.
He pressed his palms onto the top of the piano, focusing for a moment. Things Ace never thought he'd be using his powers for was moving a piano to get some moving pads underneath a piano. A couple of seconds passed and the piano slowly rose off the ground a couple of inches, just enough for Lettie to get the moving pads underneath. It then lowered itself back down gently, resting on the pads. Ace pulled back, taking his palms off the piano and taking a large breath. "Now comes the fun part."
Moving to the side of the piano, Ace pressed his palms once again into the side. With the help of Lettie and his powers, the piano was moved with ease off to the side. And then there was the rest of the attic behind it that they needed to deal with. He frowned at the sight, taking a step away from the piano and just staring at the mess before them.
"Hmm?" As he stepped away, Ace's foot stepped on something on the ground. He paused and side stepped, looking at a rather old and roughed up looking book on the ground. Weird, he didn't remember seeing that underneath the piano before. He bent down to pick it up, dusting off the cover and the spine before handing it off to Lettie without a second glance. "Can you put that in the box with the photo please? We can look through boxes and stuff later. I wanna clean the dust around the back of the attic first." He wanted to focus on the mess before him before they went down memory lane again. It was probably some old book his mom never got around to finishing, he could just imagine her dozing off on the piano stool with the book dropping from her hands as she fell asleep.
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