<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e327/steusloffa/Dicks/izuuuzuzuu_zps5e4b48941_zps6b1bd09c.png">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/>Izu watched in confusion as Alida struggled with the couch, as if it were a beast trying to eat her. When his words finally sunk in, she paused in her efforts to remove herself from the couch's evil clutches, her suddenly limp form sinking just a tiny bit more.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #408000">"A-Alida stay?!"</span></span>she asked mystified, suddenly finding the ability to free herself from the clutches of the vile sofa monster, launching herself right into his arms. Not expecting a reaction such as that, Izu was caught off guard and the two tumbled to the ground, their lips locking as she straddled him. It wasn't a sexual kiss though. This kiss seemed to be bursting at the seems with happiness, her gratitude almost a tangible thing.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #408000">"Izu want Alida?"</span></span>she asked as she pulled away some to look into his eyes with her own hopeful ones. It was a question that seemed to come up often--each time meaning something else.<br/><br/>Izu did his best to avoid eye contact, but Alida wouldn't be having any of that. When he looked away, the girl simply moved into his sight or would just make him look at her.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">"Stop trying to get me to say such things! It ain't gonna happen!"</span></span>he said, trying to dodge her question. It was obvious what his answer was though, anyone could tell by how badly he was blushing. Izu was simply trying to maintain what little manliness he had left. It struck him though that the girl would probably be elated with an actual answer, so he reluctantly decided to give her one.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">"Fine. Yes, Izu want Alida..."</span></span>he said with more mock irritation, acting as if she were asking the world of him just to answer her. It was all a poorly put together farce though, and it was obvious.<br/><br/>Izu cringed a bit as his answer had the effect he had expected, Alida embracing his slightly shaking figure with all her might. The young man couldn't help but ease his expression as a warm smile took place on his lips. When he noticed that Alida had seen his smile, he quickly went back to an embarrassed scowl and attempted to avert his eyes once again.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">"A-anyways... Get off me. We need to go out today and get some groceries and other supplies."</span></span>He said, fighting off the pangs of pure joy that he kept feeling from Alida.<br/><br/>Once on his feet, Izu walked back into his bedroom and began to dig for something to wear, settling on a green long sleeve shirt and some standard boot-cut jeans to wear. His face distorted into a look of pain when he attempted to dress himself, his busted up hand making things difficult. Izu had far to much pride to ask for help though, so he just fought through the pain until he was fully dressed.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">"You ready Alida?"</span></span>he asked, but noticed how stupid of a question that was when he saw the girl. It seemed like she had been ready since he first mention that they needed to leave his home.