Current Interaction: Ezekiel and Izzy
Ezekiel was laying in a pool chair near the Playa des Losers dock, reading, when Izzy's head popped up beside him, grinning Izzyishly.
Ezekiel was too into his book to notice at first, so Izzy calmly tapped him on the shoulder.
...Heh-heh, just kidding. She leaned forward and screamed right in his ear.
"HEY ZEKEY!"
"Bwah!"
Ezekiel jumped about ten feet into the air, then spun around to face her when he landed. "Agh—Izzy! Doon't sneak up on me like that, eh! Yoo almoost gave me a heart attack."
Izzy merely giggled. "Oh my gosh, you should have seen yourself—you were all like 'Bwah,' and then you were like—whoooo!" She mimed him flying up out of his chair with her hands. "It was awesome." She began to giggle again.
Ezekiel lay his book down, rolling his eyes slightly behind his thick bangs. Izzy could be a bit too "on your face" sometimes, as he had heard a few of the other losers tactfully describe her. Still, she seemed to like hanging around him, and Ezekiel sort of enjoyed her company too. He had joined the show for some excitement, and Izzy certainly loved to provide it. And of course he could use as much time around normal teenagers as he could get, eh?
"—ha ha ha ANYWAY!," Izzy said, her laughter coming to a rather abrupt halt. "I need your help for my next brilliant plan! Are ya up to it?"
Ezekiel blanched. "Um...that depends, eh. It's not goonna involve Eva's underwear dr'oor again, is it? 'Cause my arm is still kinda hoort from the last time..."
"Oh no, don't worry, it's nothing like that!" Izzy said, suddenly grabbing Ezekiel around the shoulder and pulling him uncomfortably close (hurting his injured arm in the process). "No, today we will engage in a truly awesome, spectacular and galaxy-changing task! For today...we shall SET FIRE TO THE SUN!"
She waved one hand dramatically up across the heavens, using the other to keep Ezekiel pinned to her side. She looked at him expectantly, a wide smile on her face. He just frowned.
"...I doon't think that's practical, eh."
"Huh? Whuddya mean?" Izzy asked, her face falling as she released her captive friend.
"Well...the sun is like, a million miles away, eh?" he explained, spreading his hands apart to indicate the large distance. "I doon't think people can goo that far oo't into space, they've oonly gone as far as the moon or soo. And even if you coo'd get there...well, it's soort of already on fire, isn't it? I mean—I guess yoo' coo'd light a torch and throo' it down there oor something, but it's not goona make much of a difference, eh?"
He spread his hands helplessly and shrugged. Izzy blinked and stared at him for a moment, then suddenly grinned, grabbing him around the shoulders again and giving him a rather painful noogie.
"Ah! See, this is why I like you, Zeke! You're so much more practical than I am, you help to keep me grounded! Except you're not sarcastic like some of the others, and you don't threaten me with detailed knowledge of involuntary commitment laws. Anyway, come on!" she cried, suddenly grabbing him by the arm and pulling him after her as she ran off.
"Agh! Where are we gooing, eh?" he cried, throwing his free hand over his hat to keep it from flying off his head.
"To find a rocket ship for my new, new brilliant plan to SET FIRE TO THE MOON! MWA-HA-HA-HA-HA!"
Author's Notes: No, I did not make up that line, but it was just too perfectly "Izzyish" for me to resist. And I can imagine Izzy as an obsessive Phineas and Ferb fan. She's probably a huge Doofenshmirtz fangirl (and a Perry/Doof shipper to boot).
Next Interaction: Um...I don't know! First person to review decides, as long as it's not two people who have already gotten a chapter together.