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Be carefull what you wish for (Pim and Rajvean)

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Rajvean

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Matthew let out a small yawn, adjusting his glasses as he looked down at the picture he was creating on his desk. He wasn’t sure what but he really was in a mood to draw more stuff in a fantasy setting lately...his desk and wall's were scattered with artwork of the kind, epic landscapes, mysterious forests, and the usual inhabitants, goblins, orcs, fairies, elves... he was drawing one right now... and he was pretty sure the cleavage he was giving her was no where near correct human proportions...

Shaking his head he moved the drawing aside. Probably someone would say he needed to get out more...but really, go out where. He was not much off a people person. He 22 year old student, managing to rent a small apartment in town thanks to some help from his parents and being a freelance graphic designer. While most would not really imagine an art student to actually make a living, he had the luck of being actually good in what he did. Though creating graphics for shops and wedding invitations was not what he aspired for, but he was getting there.

This all didn’t leave him with much free time. Not that he really cared. Sure, it would be fun to actually meet some people and get some friends...if all of them weren’t fucking douchbags...Well, he guessed as much at least, since he didn’t really try to get to know the people much. He was picked on enough through his earlier school years to not really care to try... and he heard what some people said about him behind his back, so there...

The though crossed his mind that it might be his own fault, not going out, making himself into some kind of loner. But throughout most of his school career he was ridiculed for his interests in drawing, and talking constantly about fantastical creatures...he sometimes wished he could live in a fantasy world. He didn’t even need to be some kind of great hero, he could just be a wandering artist, hanging out with some hero, drawing his adventures, being a good ole pal... meeting some nice women along the way...

Bah, girls...how many pranks did he have to go through because of the hot cheerleaders...and yet here he was, drawing elf hotties with overgrown jugs and thinking...bah, stupid thoughts. It’s not like he couldn’t get a girl. He was somewhat slim, but all in all he had a pleasant appearance, short spiky hair, green eyes...but ehh, he'd probably get cockblocked again if not worse. He just needed to relax...stop drawing for a second...

And thus, the younger male leaned back on his chair, and slowly drifted in a dozy state, which shifted into a sleep. His dreams weren’t really much to talk about...at least compared to what was about to happen in his life as he would meet a new friend.
 
Unbeknown to Matthew, this new friend, a pixie named Pim, was already in the house, having sneaked in though a window while he was concentrating on his work.

Pim had chosen her future companion carefully. He had several things going for him. One, and that was important to her, was that Pim though he was quite cute, especially for a human male. That was important because if Pim got her way, she would spend a good deal of time with him, and she would much rather do that with someone she fancied looking at. Maybe do a little more than looking, even.
The second was that he lived in his apartment alone. At least Pim thought so, no-one else had appeared to live her those nights she had been watching through the windows. That was good, because humans were big and took up a lot of space.
The third was that he made pretty pictures. Pim had looked at them a few times while sneaking in. Some of them even looked a bit like herself, or some of her fae friends.

As he nodded off, Pim emerged from her hiding spot, deciding to inspect his art a little closer. Dropping down from the air just as his eyes slid shut, she landed on the desk. She was small, about 8 inches, and had dragonfly shaped wings on her back. Her only piece of clothing was a tiny, shimmering little dress, something that did not even bother to pretend it existed to cover anything of importance. She looked down on the drawing. "Pretty lady!", she commented. "He sure likes them big, though", she added, giving her own breast a little poke. "Maybe I should alter the spell a little? Give my chest a boost? He would like that."


"Uh-oh! Too late.. here it comes!"


Now, as one might guess, Pim was a pixie with a plan. The short of sweet of it, Pim had for various reasons (mainly curiosity) decided she needed to learn more about humans. She had learned a lot by spying on them through windows, but she could think of a better way to learn even more. Pim planned to go undercover, to infiltrate human society. To do this, she would to three things. One: Find a base of operation. Two: Turn herself into a human. Three: Befriend a human who would help her get settled.
Matthew had been chosen to take care of one and three. In order to transform herself into human shape, she needed to perform a rather extensive ritual. In fact, she had already done the ritual itself, but with a delayed effect, so she could sneak in in pixie form.

Now the magic was kicking in. Pim had never done that exact spell before. It felt a bit like a big sneeze coming on, a bit like what a roller-coaster ride feels like just as the wagon starts to accelerate downward, and a bit like.. a bit like a pretty sweet orgasm.

"Oh..my.. OHHHH! WOW!"

A light wrapped itself around Pim, who grew rapidly, her dress pretty much being disintegrated as she expanded to human size in a couple of seconds. An unforeseen effect of this was that Pim was propelled off the desk, and straight into Matthews arms.


"OOOOOPS!", Pim yelled as they both toppled backwards, crashing to the ground.
 
Zzz...Why yes, I do think I could make a quite good Batman story...zzz, well, you know, Im a bit busy, but if you really wwwaaaAAHHHH!!!

His dream of being a respected author would have to wait, as for the time being it was crashed. Quite literary at that, as he toppled back on his desk chair. At least it didn’t feel broken...Groggy eyed, Matthew reached out with his hand, his glasses falling of his nose in the fall. He never really though he needed them this badly, but for some reason his sight was really bad now...he could see some bright, ginger colors in front of him...Ahh, there they are...Now to get of whatever was pinning hi...

Once the glasses were on his face, the clear vision of the world revealed just what was pushing him down to the floor. In front of his face he saw another. A face of a girl, a rather cute one, with bright red hair, looking at him. The interesting part is that as much as he could see, the girl was naked...And she was lying on top of him...

Sighing a bit, he threw his head back and mumbled "God damn realistic dreams...probably going to end soon". That was sometimes the case. He dreamed he was living through his day all normal like, until something weird happened, and then he woke up. And in his life, a naked hottie pinning him down to the floor is as whacky as it gets. So he'd wake up soon...He thought.
 
All in all, Pim had done a pretty good job with her spell, being the first time she had tried it out and all. She was bigger now, obviously, although by human standards she was quite a bit below average, petite being a fitting word. She was slender, with quite long legs, slim, but not without muscles. She was not a huge chested girl, but her breast were large enough to be noticeable, probably more so as she was not a big woman. And being only seconds old, they were very perky.

Her hair resembled a quite fancy dye job, the kind that involves several hours, an experienced hairdresser and a serious dip in the valet. Faerie haircolors do not quite match what actually appears naturally in a human, Pim sporting strands of blonde, mixed with more pinkish stands against a darker red. One small mistake was there. Her ears, while more human sized, butt still sported a slight point. Perhaps not something one would notice at first, but a small flaw in her human appearance nonetheless. Her wings were gone though.

"Uhm.. Are you okay?", she asked, poking Matthews nose with her fingertip. "You are not broken, are you?"

She felt ought to introduce herself, somehow. Perhaps break the ice, and perhaps calm him, should he be angry with her intrusion.

"Hi! I am Pim. I am human, and I am looking for somewhere to live. Do you want to be friends?"
 
Tick-toc,tick toc...any second now...reality would come back and claim him back...anyyy secon*poke*. He felt that. He felt the girl poke him in that nose as she asked him if he was ok... That didn’t mean anything, he sometimes had realistic dreams like that...Looking at the petite girl above him, now noticing all the colors in her hair and wondering how much work she had to put into making it so colorful, he would slowly rise his hand and poke her back, at her cheek, very gently, as if afraid to touch...

His fears came true as he also felt the soft flesh under his finger...ok, this was getting weird... as she spoke to him again, he would reach with his hand to his own face and pinch his cheek rather roughly....Oww, that hurt...and he was still there...in his room...a pretty, small girl laying on top of him...asking to live with him...What the actual...

Ok, he needed to be calm here. If anything, he was risking a law suit for sexual harassment. As she finished talking, he would let out a small, nervous chuckle while saying "Hehehe, Pim, that's...erm, a nice name. I’m Matthew, pleased to meet you...Erm, are you a neighbor of mine? I’ve never seen you around here...Did I leave the door unlocked? I’m sometimes clumsy like that...though IM still curious why you went into my room...and pushed me to the floor all...erm, where are your cloths again?" That was probably the most he spoke to anyone in the last 3 months. As he spoke he tried to move back gently, trying to get out from under the girl. Cause the situation as him being alone with a cute, small girl, who was pressing his naked body against his...He needed to move before the fact he was getting a bit to excited by all this became to visible...he really didn’t need a court case at this point in his life.
 
"Yay! You are alive!", Pia cheered, grinning and clapping her hands. "Oh, sorry! You want to get up?"

Pim moved off Mathew, raising her leg like a ballerina and then sliding off him. She bounced to her feet, then made a little spin. This new body felt rally different! She quickly reached out, feeling her back. No wings. Good. That would have looked suspicious.

She reached a hand down towards Matthew, offering it to help him up.
"Mmm.. Yes. The door was unlocked. Totally. So I went in, hearing you fall and all. I am not really your neighbour, but I could be if you wish. I can even be your roomie. I mean, you got this big place, and you are all alone and all, and I got nowhere to stay, being new in town and all."

"Pretty please?"
 
Ok, she got of...that was good...well, in some ways at least...bah, dirty thoughts, be gone, you were still in danger here...though seeing her all cheery and giggling made him feel less threatened. How could such a cute girl mean harm? Such a nice...looking girl...from all the sides...bah, he shouldn’t have gawked when she spun around.

As she offered her hand to help him stand up he took it, and as she spoke quickly about why she was here...and she was still asking him to live here. That was a bit sudden for someone you barely met...but first things first. As he stood up, he would turn his head and say "Ok, ok, hold up...first we need to settle one thing. You’re naked. And if anyone here heard my falling down to the ground, and saw you go inside, the cops might be on their way as we speak...come with me" he would conclude, taking her by the hand, but still not looking directly at her. He pulled her bit too hastily, but he tried to be somewhat gentle....just lack of experience.

After a few second they would be in his other room, the one he slept in. nice inside he went straight to the closet and then said "I'm sorry, but I don’t really have any...well, cloths fitting for a girl your size. You’ll have to do with some of my stuff...why are you naked anyway? I can understand not being able to pay the rent but...did someone steal you cloths or something?!" he spoke, throwing random shorts and pants to the bed behind him for her to pic. He wasn’t exactly subtle, but he was still somewhat confused and stressed... Once he went through his cloths, throwing them around the floor, he leaned on to the drawer and took some deep breaths. Just calm down...and try to figure it all out...good plan.
 
"Yeah! Exactly! That is it!", Pim said, nodding emphatically. "All my clothes were stolen by a thief. Every single piece."

She had not really thought about that bit too much. It was hard making clothes for her new self beforehand, not knowing exactly how big she would be. Besides, she reckoned she would just get her clothes wherever humans got theirs, or make someone herself, once she got the opportunity. She had noted that humans rarely went about naked, though, even if she did not quite understand why. Pixies were a clothing optional species, and did not consider nudity something to be ashamed of.

Still, when in Rome.. humans went clothed. She would try to remember that, even if it would be hard.

She looked over the briefs and pants laid out on the bed, not finding anything remotely fitting. The clothes on the floor though..

"Oh, this is about the right size! I'll try it on."

The garment she had found was a large seater, suitable for a chillier evening. She pulled it on over her head, then wrapped the sleeves up so her finger were free. "How do I look?", she said, swirling around. The sweater was to large for her, but it covered about as much as a mini dress. It even covered most of her round rear, at least if she did not bend over too much. "Maybe a belt to keep it in around the waist, but that is not too important."
 
Matt turned around surprised at what she said, but then remembered she was still naked, so he quickly turned back, until she gave him some kind of sign she was dressed up. For now he quietly considered the whole situation. A younger girl was robbed naked...literary. And now she decided to come to him and try and live with him...he was ready sure he never met this girl before...the last time he drank enough to blackout was a year ago or so years ago, and he was pretty sure he didn’t make any acquaintances when he was unconscious.

He heard her say she found something fitting her, and once she asked him about her looks, he would turn around...well, this wasn’t really what he would expect...She found one of his warm winter sweaters, and not only didn’t look stupid in it, but kind of...attractive. Maybe it was because she didn’t seem to find any other cloths besides that, but with how small it was, it covered her entire frame enough to be considered decent...though some people would probably argue that it was a bit too short...

Bah, why was he looking at her ass anyway! Well, probably because she twirled around to show him...Shaking his head, he tried his best not to think about her looks. That what always got him, he got caught up in a girls looks, and then either said or did something stupid, or opened himself to some kind of prank...he needed to act cool. He would first say "You look...good. Better then I ever did in that sweater...though wont you be a bit...cold with nothing under that? I know I don’t have any bras, but maybe something to cover you...erm, behind..."

Coughing a bit, a feint blush appearing on his cheeks he would sit down on the bed in front of her before continuing to talk "Sooo...Pim, right? I’m sorry if I acted...odd when I saw you. IM just...not used to guests...especially girls visiting me in such a...sudden manner "he chuckled weakly before continue "Are you ok? Did the thieves hurt you? I mean, how did they take all you cloths and all the other stuff? And...Why did you come here? I mean, I know my door was unlocked...but we never met before. You really feel safer with a complete stranger rather then some friend or family?... " he paused for a second, scratching his head before speaking on "I mean...its not like I’m kicking you out or anything...if you have o other place to go Ill be...glad to help you out. You just really caught me by surprise with all this" he concluded with an awkward laugh. He really didn’t mind having someone over. The house was big enough for two people (though he'd need to get used to sleeping on a couch), and his parents kept telling him he needed some company...this was a start he guessed.
 
"I can stay? Really? Oh thankyoutahnkyou thankyou!", Pim yelled, and suddenly Matthew had to deal with a jumping grapple and hug, a very happy ex pixie in his lap.
"I am soo glad I don't have to sleep in the park, under newspapers and all! This is so much better. I'll be a good housemate, I promise!"


"But you are really silly as well!", she added, giving him a poke on his nose. "Off course I don't want to move in with a stranger. That is why I asked if we could be friends, remember?"

"So.. I am kind of hungry? How about some food. Do you have ice cream?"
 
Well, it seems most of his complaints were silence by a sudden flying hug of gratitude. Being rather surprised by the sudden movement he wobbled a bit, but managed not to get toppled by the girl this time. Though having her on his lap felt pretty good as well...he really didn’t want to keep thinking stuff like hat, but now he could feel she had nothing under that sweater...ahh, focus damn it, just like in class.

Seeing how hugs were nice and decent for the most part, he returned the pixies embrace, though he did it very lightly not trying to offend her. As she answered his question, and punctuating her answer with a poke no less, he chortled a bit at how silly her reply sounded before saying "You do have a point... I just find it hard to believe that such a...lively girl like you didn’t have a friend she already knew well to help her out...But I guess I could use some friends of my own, so it all works out in the end" he concluded smiling at her, a bit awkwardly, but honestly. He would then fidget a bit as he said "Sure, I think I have some in the fridge...but you’ll need to get of me to get there" he said raising his brow a bit. He didn’t really want to push her of or anything like that...and he wasn’t quite sure of his muscles to try and carry her like a knight in shining armor...regretfully.
 
"Oh.. right!" Pim said, getting up from Matthews lap. It was actually not a bad lap to be sitting in, but the prospect of ice cream lured.

Pixies largely subside on a plant based diet, supplemented by some insects for protein. Once grown to full size, they can actually live for quite a while without physically eating, being thaumavores, beings able to feed of ambient magic energy. Despite this, pixies will usually eat food rather than live of magic alone, preferring to use their mojo for spells.

Pim had sampled various human foodstuffs from time to time, and ice cream was her favourite by far. In fact, access to ice cream was one of her motivations for infiltrating human society.

Eagerly, she set of in the direction of where she thought she remembered the kitchen being, steps bouncing in gleeful anticipation.
 
Well, she was off...for better or worse. Standing up slowly, making sure nothing was poking out where it shouldn’t be he would follow her...to his own kitchen. For someone who just came here, she seemed to know a bit about the house. Maybe he was knocked out longer then he thought...

Once in the kitchen, chuckling a bit at how joyful she seemed to be at the prospect of ice-cream, he would move to the refrigerator and look around saying "Hmm...seems to be half a pack left...Do you like Vanilla?" he would ask, taking out the pack of ice-cream, and taking a spoon for her, he would put it on the kitchen table, and he would pull out a chair for her saying "Please, take a seat...I mean, you can take it back to the living room, but I wanted to make some food for myself...Ill make it quick, if your willing to wait" he said with a small smile before he went back to the fridge.

Being a normal human being, he had a more balanced diet, so he would quickly make himself a sandwich. Some cheese, ham, lettuce, the usual stuff. As he made it, he would turn towards Pim and ask "You sure you’re fine with just the Ice-cream? And sorry for the weird question but...how long was I asleep? I feel a bit silly that you had to wake me up...I had to be pretty tired if you had to climb on top of me to wake me up..." He felt a bit weird asking about it, but he still wanted to know a bit more about the...circumstance in which they met. He was curious like that.
 
Hmmm.. Did Matthew just try to hide a.. bulge? Pim's senses where not as razor sharp as when she was in pixie form, but they were still pretty sharp. She did think she had felt something when she sat on his lap. If so, that could make things interesting. Interesting and flattering.

Pim had been concerned that her new form would not be as pretty as she was used to be (Fairy kind can be a little vain). Hopefully, this meant she was wrong. And she would not mind a little attention, not at all. He was, after all, quite good looking. The dark, somewhat tousled hair looked cute on him, and she though the glasses added a little extra character to his face.

Would he, perchance, try to take advantage of his new friend? He was, after all, a healthy looking young man, certainly he had his needs. If he was a pixie, he most certainly would have, but human might be a bit different. Or.. maybe she should try to seduce him? That could be fun, but she did not yet understand human mating habits. Hopefully, she would get to observe them at some point. Or she could just tease him mercilessly.

All of which were considerations for later, promptly forgotten in favour of more immediate concerns: Ice cream.
"Vanilla is fine!", she assured him, once she had managed to contain her excitement enough to sit down. "Uh, I don't quite know how long you were out. I came as soon as I heard the crash. You woke up right after."

She tried not answering much more than needed. At some point she had to explain the whole pixie bit, but she wanted to get to know him a little better. Previous encounters with humans had taught her that their reaction was unpredictable when confronted with anything they found 'supernatural'. She needed a change of subject. "I saw some of your pictures, though. You draw very nice boobs!"
 
Matt had a few thoughts fly through his head as he made the sandwich. He still knew wasn’t quite sure what was going on. So far he only knew a small, hot girl had come to him out of the blue, and asked him to be his roomie, and he agreed. Even though he wasn’t really looking, nor needing one. And he knew nothing about her. Maybe this was come kind of prank pulled of by his school mates? Maybe she was some kind of thief herself...Well if anything, she didn’t seem to notice the slight excitement that he felt with her in his lap…at least didn’t show it…So she wasn’t here to try and scam him into sexual harassment…

He shook his head as he heard her explained how she found him. Turning towards her with a plate with 3 sandwiches on it. He guessed that made sense...somewhat. And besides, he couldn’t act so paranoid all the time...him being constantly suspicious is what led him to be somewhat miserable in the first place...It would all work out for better or worse he guessed...if anything, he would have a nice image to sleep to in the evenings...but it would be nice to have someone to open your mouth to.

Still, he wasn’t sure how long that would last, as she commented on his pictures. God damn it, the pictures...they were scattering his whole desk...and he had a few rather...well, voluptuous women on them. And he did draw them in rather striperific attire...something he hated in comic heroines, but hey, he was simply human. As she commented on him drawing nice breasts, he felt pretty good with the compliment...even if it was a bit unexpected. He would say "Hehe, thanks...though I didn’t mean to make them...as big. And about their cloths...I was just a bit bored. I really try to draw my heroines a bit more real...well, as much as you can talk about realism in fantasy" he said with a chuckle, but then though he might have been boring her with the talk, so he asked "Want to go to the living room? The couch will be a lot more comfortable then the kitchen table" smiling lightly and waiting for her reply.
 
"Uh.. living room? Fine!", Pim said, momentarily confused, as the expression 'living room' was not one she had heard about, and she had kind of assumed he lived in all of them. She let him lead the way, offering to help carrying if needed, with an eye towards the much coveted ice cream.

She used the opportunity to talk about the new subject: Boobs. Pim liked breasts. Especially her own, granted (again, fairies having a tendency towards vanity), but sometimes also the breasts of other, pixies being pretty broad in their orientations.

"They are not that fantastic, are they? I mean, they are big, but I have seen.. mm.. women with pretty big ones. Do you just draw the huge ones? Is there some special, busty lady you base them upon?"
 
He didn’t need any help carrying his plate, and soon found himself sitting on the couch of the living room, setting it down on a table, patting the place next to him so the petite girl could sit down. As she spoke to him, further developing the subjects of...bosoms, he sat there a bit surprised. It seemed that his new acquaintance wasn’t really...prudish. Not that he minded that in any way.

Taking a moment to think he would say, adjusting his glasses "Well, I tried to avoid ridiculous sizes which you see on stupid pictures on the internet. I did see bigger, but those were on...erm...movies..." he said, before taking a bite of his food, not quite wanting to admit what porn he was watching lately...Her later questions brought a flush to his face as he said after chewing "Well, I try to keep them normal...but the bigger they are, the more attention they gather. Aaaand...not really. I mean, I have some favorites from my...erm, movies...but it’s been a while since I saw any...well, in person..." he would sigh, looking down at his plate and taking more bites of the sandwiches. Admit to a girl you hadn’t had one in a long time...smoothest move in the book, for sure. Ehh...Honesty killed the cat he guessed.
 
"Mmmmmmmm.."

Pim was positively delighted. She could not remember the last time she had stolen some ice cream. While Matt spoke, she scoped up large spoonfulls, and closed her lips around them with her eyes closed, making small, almost mewling sounds as she let her tongue roll the yummy substance around in her mouth as it melted.

Whoever came up with this was obviously a genius, could it even be a human?

"Oo? Mnmm..uh.. sorry!" Pim said, suddenly remembering to take the spoon out of her mouth as she spoke.

"What do you mean? 'Saw one in person'? You mean, the last time you saw a boob, or a girl? I mean, there are girls all over town. With boobs. Uhm.. you do get out, right? You need sunli.. Oh! Oops! I spilt some ice cream."

Pim hurriedly licked some of the melting goodness of her hands, lapping it off with a swift, deft tongue. then sucking the left of her finger, letting the digits sink in between her full lips, then slide out.
 
Boy...she really did seem to like ice-cream. A lot. More then anyone he could really think of...Not that there was anything bad about that, it just surprised him...in an amusing sense. Seeing a girl have so much pleasure out of simply deserts...he guess he should learn to take pleasure from the simple stuff in life. He liked drawing...though lately it was more of a chore then anything, besides the drawings that were littered around currently.

His musings were interrupted as she asked him about what he meant...the question making him feel a bit silly about himself. He was about to say when she started to clean her hand from the ice-cream, licking it of...then suckling on he finger...quite thoroughly... He wondered more and more if she was teasing him intentionally, or just be accident...

Shaking his head he would say "D-don’t worry, If it’ll spill Ill just clean it up...And, you know, I do see girls...and their...erm, breasts. Through their cloths and all, when they pass me on the street. I just don’t see as much of them...you know, without cloths" he said with a small cough before saying "And...I dunno, I’m just not really the type of guy to go out a lot...Work mostly at home, school for a bit...But I’ve been doing fine so far staying indoor's, cant complaining to much...well, maybe I could use a bit of tan" he said with a chuckle, finishing up one of his sandwiches. The whole conversation they had thus far was going for the record of the longest he had with anyone in the lest 3 months...so it was easy to say he had to go out more. He just needed a good shove to actually do it.
 
Pim licked her spoon clean as she listened intently. "So.. you don't go out much.. and you don't meet girls?"
Being a pixie, Pim was pretty outdoorsy, and pixies tend to be quite libidinous and flirty (not to say downright horny), so the notion of not seeking someone out for a bit of fun from time to time was not something that came naturally to her.

"Why don't you see any girls? Why not?", Pim asked "I mean, you are a healthy young male, right? Unless.. You prefer boys! Do you? And if so, are they cute as well and can I meet them?"

But that did not stuck her as right either. After all, he did seem to get a bit flustered by her presence, he did like drawing sexy girls and she was pretty sure she had detected a nice bulge. Not that any of that stopped him from liking boys. Pixies often liked both, sometimes at the same time. But she was pretty sure there was something else. Matthew seemed to be in dire need of being livened up a little. Luckily, she was there.
 
He simply nodded as she asked him the somewhat rhetoric question, feeling a bit weird about it. As she dragged the topic on, he felt more and more uncomfortable...and then she asked him if he liked boys

In a rather out of character outburst of him he shouted "NO!!" rather loudly, his gaze looking somewhat angry...but the look quickly faded, turning into one of embarrassment. Gulping and waving his hands around before himself he would say "Sorry, sorry, I didn’t mean to shout. I mean, I don’t have anything against gay people...or any people...But I'm defiantly not into guys...But I guess I have some guys from class you could meet...I'm sure they'd be glad to meet you..." he said, a twinge of jealousy in his voice.

Of course they would like to meet such a pretty, lively girl. Meet and drag her to bed...dumb douchb...sighing a bit to himself, he rubbed his face with this fingers a bit as he said "Why don’t I see girls? Good question I guess, everyone keeps asking me...wish I had a good answer...I just...My school life pretty much sucked. The usual story, jocks picking at the weird geek, girls who were to cool kept laughing along with them...got a bit burned with some relationships, and now I just don’t see the point..."

Looking at her with a sad look he would say "Sorry about that, I tend to ramble to much nonsense when I talk with someone...don’t need to bore you with my silly fears...and sorry for screaming at you, I...I’m just dumb like that. I really appreciate being able to talk with someone...as bad as I am at showing it" he said with a weak smile, before going back to his food.

That was his problem really. A lot of pent up frustration he never really got to vent anywhere, since he never saw the point. And being shy. He knew very well it probably sounded like him just nagging, and it probably was. But he was to shy and awkward of a fellow to try and break through his own wall.
 
Most of what Matthew had said went straight past her head, having never gone to school and having little clue about the social dynamics there. Some sort of human thing, obviously, and it had obviously affected poor Matt in a bad way.

"Poor you!", she said. Even if she had no idea about the specifics, he was obviously pretty frustrated. "That sounds awful. But don't worry, I am here now. No need to be afraid of jocks and stuff, If they dare show themselves, they will have me to deal with!"

She had no idea what a jock was, but she was sure she could defeat or outsmart one pretty easily. It was harder figuring out how to cheer up Matt.
"Sorry about bringing things up and all. Let us do something fun!"

Scooping up more ice cream, Pim grinned mischievously.
 
He smiled lightly as she showed some compassion, chuckling a bit as she talked about fending of jocks and stuff. For all intents and purposes he should be defending her...but hey, he was behind equality. As long as someone watched his back he would watch thier's... He was glad she wasn’t poking fun of him or anything. He just needed a bit of a pat on the back.

As she suggested doing something fun for a change, grinning at him rather gleefully (or at least that how he saw it) he would finish his second sandwich and say "Well, sure, that sounds good...better then just sitting around. Though not sure what you would like to do...I got some movies we can watch...and some games...I have no idea about what clubs are around here or anything, so I’m relying completely on you for that one" he joked with a chuckle, wondering what would be the best fun thing to do. He kind of assumed Pim would give him some idea, but he was ready to suggest something if asked. Though his ideas where no where near what the pixie could be thinking. After all, what a human could know about the games of the supernatural?
 
"Oh, I know some fun things to do.. for starters!"

Her grin widened, going from michiveous to downright wicked. She had her spoon in her hand still, loaded with ice cream. Much as she loved the stuff, she was not hungry anymore.. and her pixie brain had run down some options for other uses. Ice cream is cold, but soft, as is snow. What fun stuff can you do with snow? The conclusion was natural.
"Snowball fight!"

Using her spoon as a catapult, Pim launched a glob of ice cream at Matt, aiming for his face.
 
He blinked as she was about to suggest some activity...and soon afterwards he found himself with a face full of ice cream. Snowball...well; he guessed ice cream was pretty close to snow... Just more sweet and sticky...still, it was tasty as he licked a bit of it on reflex, while wiping his eyes...

After recollecting himself a bit he would say "That's no fair, you have all the snow I have in the room!" with a chuckle, though he did manage to scoop of some of the ice-cream which didn’t splatter on his face. He would throw it back at her, before he tried to get up quickly, and snatch the box from her, or at least try and scoop up some of the sweet desert to use. Sure, the idea was pretty ridiculous...but hey, he needed to get his vengeance! He just was trying to loosen up a bit...so far so good he guessed.
 
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