<div class="floatleft">(http://i62.tinypic.com/330z2o0.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Sparx Larsa<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Institute<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Zenobia<br/><strong>OOC:</strong>Equally long post because ZephySempai is a BOSS like that :P<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The more time he spent with Zenobia, the more comfortable he seemed to get around her. That being said, with total comfort equaling at 100 points, he'd only gained about 28 points so far, with a half-point gain every few minutes. That was was<em>if</em>she didn't do something scary. At least, for the most part, her scariness has yet to turn against him. He trembled at the thought. Zenobia had the potential to be a nightmare come true. From this idle comfort and a playlist of her musical Genre low in the background, it was now time to start the questions.<br/><br/>The first question was about a place where the questionee once lived. Zenobia spoke of her life in a large jungle area. It sounded dangerous, but the memory seemed to excite her. If it was survival of the fittest, she must have been top of the food chain. If she wasn't, he'd write a note to steer clear of<em>that</em>jungle. Now it was Sparx's turn. "The only place I've ever really lived is home. It was a simple house in a nice neighborhood in America. Two floors and a basement. Cookie-cutter neighborhood. Nothing special." Reminiscing brought up a touch of emotion to his eyes. He didn't particularly want to go home, but staying here for an extended amount of time may put his life in danger.<br/><br/>When the question of food came up, Sparx's eyes perked up. "Cheeseburgers are amazing! Well... depending on where you get them from and what type of burger it is. But besides burgers... Pizza, with a cold Mountain Dew, and some Chinese Food: Boneless Spare Rib Tips." He smiled widely as he thought of the meal. "The diet of Gamers!" He paused, realizing that admitting he was a gamer would have a direct negative impact on his social standings. Still, it was too late to retract. He'd just have to make sure he thinks before he speaks. That's when Zenobia spoke about her hard times digging through garbage for Kentucky Fried Chicken. It reminded him of how hard these monsters must have had it without their powers. They had to completely readjust to a world where they were the minority. That, and KFC is fucking delicious.<br/><br/>When the subject of pets came up, Sparx sighed a bit. "I've never had a pet either. Though I've always wanted a chameleon. Being able to camouflage like this sounds pretty sweet to me." It would definitely make it easier to hide from those who wished to do him harm. He looked down a bit at his data pad, but only to hide the hopeful smile forming on his face. Maybe now he could get a pet. Since it seemed they both liked lizards, it could be something they share in common. It seemed they had a few things in common. Perhaps, if he didn't manage to mess things up, there'd be the possibility of them becoming...<em>friends</em>. He doubted even his dreams would allow them to become more than that. Still, friends was an acceptable goal to him. He didn't have many female friends aside from a few 30-year-olds using female avatars to get free shit online.<br/><br/>When he listened to her answer about where she'd want to go, he couldn't help but feel bad. In her state, she'd probably have as much chance at survival as he would. He paused; thinking of a place that she might like. Jungles tended to be hot, so maybe somewhere warm. "Maybe a beach...?" He accidentally said aloud. Catching himself, he shot up to attention. "I mean... That'd be a nice place to go... the beach..." He'd never taken anyone to the beach before. Just family trips; never a girl. A blush formed on his face as he imagined what Zenobia'd look like in a bikini, then his face fell flat when he noticed what she was wearing. ~Duh, Sparx...~<br/><br/>Ironically, the next question was about swimsuits, and he smirked a bit at himself. It was obvious Zenobia would prefer a 2-piece. Her wings and tail would definitely make any 1-piece quiver in fear. Besides, it seemed her brand of fashion preferred whatever showed the most skin. He wondered if it was to keep her flexible and limber, but then he realized the types of environments she'd lived in. Having less clothes would definitely increase comfort... He blushed slightly when he thought about his own preferences. "I mean... bikini's are sexy and all, and I definitely prefer them..." He stopped there; scratching the side of his face in embarrassment. Though all the hotties would rather wear bikini's, it was the shy and cute girls that stuck with a full-suit: the only type of girl he'd ever imagine having a shot with. Sparx was never one to reach farther than his arms could grasp.<br/><br/>When the question came up of worst fight, he listened to her speak about her issues with her father. "Maybe it's just Dad's in general." he said with a sigh. "My Dad and I tend to get into it a lot. Its usually the same thing:" He then went on to mock the sound of an older gentleman. "Do you have to play those computer games everyday?How about throwing a ball around every now and then?" His voice got lower with the last impression, and his words slipped out in a sigh. "Why can't you be more like your brother?" He paused for a moment, thinking about the similarity between himself and his new partner. "My older brother is the perfect one in the family: Good at sports, off at a military academy overseas... Dad's favorite. I'm kind of just the leftovers, I guess. He wanted a second Lennox, but wound up with me." He laughed a bit at himself. "Well that certainly killed the mood. How 'bout that next question?"<br/><br/>The seventh question was incredibly easy for the both of them. He smirked when she'd asked if he'd seen a sunset before. "Of course. When you enter my line of work, you're up from sunrise to sunset." He grinned. There were few things more satisfying than working a full 12 hours on a project and create a success.<br/><br/>When the questions came up about books he wasn't surprised that she hadn't really read much. He doubted the existence of an extensive library in the middle of the jungle. "I think the one that had the most impact on my life was an old book about what the world would be like when people fully integrate technology into their lives. It was made to show how technology would separate us from other humans, but honestly, it's not technology that keeps us away from each other. Its the fact that people are jerks. Technology just makes it easier to not have to deal with other people." He paused again, wondering if he'd said too much. God, it was so hard trying to hide himself. Zenobia was surprisingly easy to talk to. He Didn't really feel the need to keep much hidden from her. Still, he didn't want to say something that might cause her to pull away from him. She was the first person to talk to him while he was here. It would be great if he could make a friend out of her.<br/><br/>"I think the worst book was Coding For Dummy's..." He had to smirk, thinking back to his 3rd Grade Self picking that hunk of text from the library. "It was nothing wrong with the book itself. Just... well... I wonder how my life would've turned out if I hadn't become a Code Monkey." Sparx couldn't help wishing he turned out differently. He enjoyed what he did, but had no one to share it with. If only he was just as simple and standard as everyone else, at least then he'd have flesh and blood friends.<br/><br/>Sparx was surprised by the 100th question. There weren't many people who would come to any of his birthdays beside his older brother's friends. But they only came because Lennox invited them. What shocked Sparx even more was that Zenobia actually said she would invite him, given she lived that long. It sounded like she too hadn't the largest pool of friends. "You seem nice enough to me." Aside from snapping out on Mr. Wolf-Man earlier, she seemed like an easy person to get along with. Hell, if she could take the time out of her day to waste oxygen on conversation with him, she could have plenty of friends in no time. "If we both happen to be around that long, I'd invite you to mine as well, and any others beforehand, granted we're still friends by then."<br/><br/>The eleventh question was stupid. Apparently they both felt so. Sparx found humor in Zenobia's reaction. Once he took down her answer, he gave his own. "I like X as a shape. I don't know if it counts, but that's my favorite."<br/><br/>When the 12th question came up, it was as if they both sighed in unison. "Don't worry... I've pretty much been a loser all my life so, right now, you're the closest thing to a best friend I have." He had a fixed smile on his face. At this point, there was no chance at hiding how much of a loser he was. He might as well just be honest. Not having any friends was pretty much the lowest peg on the social latter. The thought didn't even cross his mind that Zenobia could ever understand that. He figured the only reason she didn't have friends was because she was so strong and intimidating people would be afraid to approach her. He figured all she really had to do was have a conversation with people and she'd make the whole institute her friend. Hopefully when that happened, she wouldn't forget about him. That seemed to be inevitable though. ~Might as well enjoy the company while it lasts...~<br/><br/>Sparx smirked at this question. Imagining Zenobia being only three inches tall made a humored smile cross his face. She'd probably look like some type of exotic mosquito. Or maybe a dragonfly. "I don't think it'd be too bad for me. It'd be so much easier to hide from things when you're three inches tall. At least you've got wings and can travel. I'd have to find a toy skateboard or something." He laughed at himself for thinking that last part aloud.<br/><br/>The next question seemed to bring back that irritated scowl on Zenobia's face. It was easy to see she still held a lot of scorn for being stripped of her powers. Compared to her story, Sparx really didn't have much room to complain. "My parents kind of forced me to come here. My mother wanted me to be able to meet new people, and my father was hoping somebody here would be able to "whip me into shape." so... now I'm here..." He smirked a bit at the desk. "I guess we've both kinda been forced to come here."<br/><br/>"Isn't this kind of the same as the ideal sky question?" He thought for a moment, but had to agree with Zenobia. "I do like rainy weather, as it tends to slow people down and keep them indoors, but it can also slow down my service depending on what area I'm in so unfortunately I rely on good weather." If he was typing, he would have put an 'Lol' at the end of that. It was ironic that he worked best in weather that favored everyone who slowed down his progress.<br/><br/>When the questions came up about theme songs, he had to laugh at hers. She really liked her oldie's. He had to think for a moment as he wondered about his own. He never really had a set theme song. He liked all types of music. Some people would probably tease him by saying his theme would be White and Nerdy, but not even was he<em>that</em>nerdy. Recently, he's found a slight attraction to Trap music; one song in particular that fits a recent MMO character he's created. "Probably Spaceman (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YXrU6ZKh280) by Hardwell. I like the trap version a little more than the original however." He shrugged, doubting she'd have the slightest idea what Trap music was, or anything from the 21st century.<br/><br/>When the next question came up, and Zenobia said she preferred black coffee, his eyes went wide. "Naah... I need at least some cream and sugar in my coffee." He smirked. "I actually prefer tea. All the caffeine, plus its healthier." Despite his preference of sitting on his ass in front of a monitor, Sparx was a pretty healthy guy in average shape. He's built pretty much every piece of technology he owns himself, and that took a lot of heavy lifting combined with hauling scrap metal around from place to place. Not to mention the actual building process. Seemed like he was more of an engineer than a scientist.<br/><br/>When the next question came up, he felt his heart get heavy once again. Zenobia's response lightened his mood just a bit. He didn't find it funny, but rather ironic. Here was this strong and powerful monster being brought down by some genetically engineered germs. Unfortunately Sparx's own disappointments were much heavier than that. He was originally going to say being born, but recalled that being his father's biggest disappointment and not his own. Then, he thought better of himself. Answering this question would be like shoving a poisoned dagger into the mood. He decided to withhold the truth and go with something tehy could both laugh at. "I can't do 20 push-ups." He smirked, hoping to get a laugh out of his partner. "I always make it to at least 19, but just can't get back off the floor for that last one, which really irritates me because I have a thing about even numbers... I'm working on it, though."<br/><br/>The question of smells came up, and Sparx listened to his partner intently. It must have been nice living in such an exotic place. Though it must have also been equally dangerous. He couldn't imagine what life would be like living near a volcano. His poor human lungs probably couldn't handle it. At first, the human couldn't think of any smells that might trigger any memories. Soon, however, he thought of the smell of Sandalwood. It was the scent that reminded him of his mother's piano when she was first teaching him how to play. It was a nice memory of when he was just starting to get the hang of it, and his mother would praise him for doing such a great job. How he wished those days didn't fade with age.<br/><br/>When the next question came up, he gasped and his face turned a slight scarlet. Not only that, but Zenobia's answer really didn't help. Yes, it wouldn't make much sense for her to wear anything under what she barely had on, but still... the thought of her not having underwear really sent his thoughts spiraling. Her playful little grin didn't help much either. Did she like making him uncomfortable? Now, however, it was his turn... Oh how things became uncomfortable quickly. He felt disadvantaged. She was far more confident than he was. He couldn't possibly even fake being comfortable with this question, but he had to answer. He had to at least try and keep up with her. Swallowing his embarrassment, he answered, "Blue." He really wanted to move on to the next question, hoping she wouldn't want to hang around this subject.<br/><br/>The next question was no easier. For a moment, even Zenobia hesitated in the question's presence. For the most part, she attacked every question head-on. Secrets, however, were very difficult to tell. Especially to strangers. Her eyes happened to meet his, and his body tensed. despite her body language, or her attitude, she seemed genuinely vulnerable at that moment before she decided to trust him. She decided to turn the volume up on his music to try and mask the secret from any listening ears, and then she began to lean forward. All her feminine wows were put on full display as she moved her face past his to speak directly into her ear. At first, he completely missed the secret itself. He was so focused on the warmth radiating from her skin, and the sensual tone of her whisper that sent chills through his body. The woman was so close he could feel her breath caressing his earlobe. His entire face was a bright red apple at this point. No female had ever come this close to him. It could have easily been misread as an intimate moment. Oh how she teased him.<br/><br/>She shifted so that her ear was now close to his mouth so that he could now tell a secret. He couldn't help but sense the playfulness that now took over her aura as she disclosed her love for... wait... cute things? ~Like kittens and shit?~ At first, he couldn't believe it, but after a moment, it made sense in an ironic type of way. Still, he had his own secret to share. This one would be difficult. Nobody ever really asked him anything, so normally he wouldn't have anything to hide. He had to think quickly, however, so he wouldn't keep her waiting. What was one thing he has never told anyone; not even his parents. "I kinda did something illegal awhile back... I developed a program that would copy credit card information if people brought anything over the internet... I've never used it though. I just sorta... wanted to see if I could." He knew his brother would be very disappointed in him if he actually did steal credit card information... But it was something Sparx wanted to have in his back pocket in case anyone ever pissed him off enough. "But yeah... pretty boring, actually..." Thinking about it, Zenobia probably had no idea what he was talking about. Hopefully, that was a good thing.<br/><br/>The next question had the tomato shade of red return to the young man's face when read aloud. Again, with little hesitation, Zenobia answered with a casual yes. At first, Sparx became hopeful, but he quickly plunged any hope he'd have of her forming any intimate bond with him. Instead, he just casually wrote her feelings off as ~She only likes me because I'm the only person she knows...~ This type of thing always happens in every new school he goes to: He'll meet someone who doesn't know anyone else, talk for a bit, hit it off, and then that person begins making more friends who talk about Sparx being a loser, and then that friend disappears once they are finally sorted into an acceptable social group. With that, he broke eye-contact with his partner and his mood seemed to dip slightly. "I like you too, Zenobia..." He attempted to smile, but he was already defeated by his fatalistic ideals. In his mind, it'd only take her a day to find someone more suitable as a partner than himself.<br/><br/>This... this was nice, though. He only wished that there were more questions on the list if just to keep them together a little while longer. "I guess we just turn these in then." He collected his sheet and held his hand out for hers so that he could take them to the front of the class and hand them in. Hopefully they would be let go after this. Awkwardly sitting next to Zenobia without much to say might hasten the degeneration of what small bond they'd formed during these last few moments together.