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 Posted: Wed Jul 12, 2006 7:48 pm
Skittles opened one crimson orb at his name. He blinked twice and muttered. "I can't tell you because Vain would be made. Ask brother." He closed his eye, murring some at the heat. "Your all warm."
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Posted: Wed Jul 12, 2006 7:57 pm
"Can't 'ask brother' if don't know where brother is," Cody muttered, mimic-mocking the stunted, child-like speech Skittles had reverted to.
Bah. Everything depended on the return of Vain. Great. Just peachy. Hunh. He could still badger Alex about Oliver and Asteil, but he got the feeling whatever they'd been up to, it was supposed to be quiet. Didn't seem like anybody else in the Townhouse knew about it, for one - not that he'd seen many Townies tonight. Hell, even Arthur'd left. That was just plain freaky. "Why would Vain be mad?" he asked instead, a touch of irritated sarcasm drifting into his voice.
Sigh. Oh, Kingsley. Something had to be done... to... well, it was difficult to explain. Alex was disinclined to ultimatums of any sort, and that often translated into a dislike of interfering in someone else's life, in their opinions or anything similar. But how could he possibly help Kingsley if he kept on leaving him alone?--not that... No, Kingsley needed help. It was just... how to say it? Or define it, even?
Skittles was much simpler, much younger. So, so much younger... Unconsciously, he ran a hand through the fox's hair, mother--er... parental instinct kicking in. A sign, a motion that communicated comfort and safety, despite Kingsley's tendency towards interrogation.
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Posted: Wed Jul 12, 2006 9:43 pm
"Your getting angry," Skittles nose twitched slightly, ears falling at the question. "I did something stupid and jeopardize us when with the," the fox muttered something contain the word evil, son of a , and f*cker. "So I can't talk about it." Vain had created that rule to keep him from digging himself into a hole.
Perking slightly as the hand shifted through his hair, the tube like strands of green and blue trembled moving away from the threading fingers. "Vain can take you to him latter." The fox’s mental capacity ran from his twenty one years to five in seconds of time. An intellectual scar from his old masters.
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Posted: Thu Jul 13, 2006 12:15 pm
Hunh. The berserker-frenzy thing Skittles had fallen to earlier. He'd almost forgotten about that. Looking with new caution at the proximity of his best friend to a potentially feral vampire, Cody bit his tongue against snarking. "We'll have fun putting frogs in his bed," he let go the possibility of an argument with a resigned shrug, "Fine. Wait for V."
......Alex wasn't entirely sure he was okay with this new arrangement. He was getting sleepy, and if Vain came back later and Kingsley was still up and he still wanted to go... 'do' something (considering the apparent failure to flambe Lestat, Kingsley's need to vent had probably not been fulfilled)... How was he going to stop it? Stay up? Oh, Oliver!
Hm. On second thought, Arthur never slept - he could beg a favor... perhaps. "Kingsley..." he trailed off almost as soon as he'd begun. A pause, a final brush through Skittles' hair that tucked a part behind the fox's ear. Then, deciding he was addressing the wrong individual, "Skittles," soft, as if to a sleeping baby, "I'll be right back." A notion to stand, to leave, but to return eventually. This meant detaching Skittles from his abdomen first, however.
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Posted: Thu Jul 13, 2006 3:42 pm
The golden ears drooped into his hair and vermilion eyes looked up in Alex's face searching. Seeing something, he submitted and moved back from the angel looking at the bedding. "Right back?" He questioned, smoothing the fabric in worried motions.
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Posted: Thu Jul 13, 2006 4:11 pm
"I'm not going far," he assured, gentle expression not quite a smile, but curving that direction. The sweet nature of that face melted as he shot a stern look at Kingsley, eyebrows raised, "Behave?"
And then he was gone.
Always loath to give an actual order, even if he really wanted you to obey. Silly bird. "All right, squirt," Kingsley directed a pointed look at Skittles, "Story time. You wanna start or should I?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 13, 2006 4:25 pm
The fox quizzically tilted his head. "Story time?" He questioned tugging a strand of purple hair. "You start." His tail twitched in apprehension. "What story will you tell?" This was unusuall..
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Posted: Thu Jul 13, 2006 5:57 pm
Only question now was to make up some complete bullshit or make fun of real people. Hm. The latter was always a little more fun. "Just listen," he commanded.
"Once upon a time, there was some kid named Skittles," he began with a prompting nod of head, "Skittles went out for a walk in the woods, when he was surprised by a big ol' poophead named Peregrine. Peregrine was mad because someone had taken his..." he trailed off and extended a hand to Skittles, "Pick it up."
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Posted: Thu Jul 13, 2006 6:11 pm
Skittles giggled, tail swooshing. "His guild on being a**l?” He suggested. He blinked twice before continuing catching onto the game. “He sough Skittles had taken it but Skittles had not. He tried to chase the child so Skittles climbed up a tree and hid. The tree said it would help hide Skittles.”
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Posted: Thu Jul 13, 2006 6:26 pm
"But here comes the good part," Cody grinned wickedly, "The tree had feet. So it pulled itself right out of the ground with Skittles on board and started running away from Peregrine - because he smelled really bad, and trees like good smells. Unfortunately, the tree was running so fast it forgot to look where it was going, and soon Skittles and the tree were both very lost in..."
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Posted: Thu Jul 13, 2006 7:12 pm
"The city," Skittles finished. "It was a large, noisy, and confusing. THe tree had followed the smell of cookies that where baking on the sill of a house. It was a pretty house made of white marble and had a mysterious garden growing in the back. The garden contained.."
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Posted: Thu Jul 13, 2006 7:33 pm
"An enchanted haystack, within which was hiding a perfectly ordinary needle. The sorcerer to whom the house belonged saw the tree with feet - though he didn't see Skittles hiding in it's branches, and he said 'Tree with feet! You are trespassing on my street! You will find the perfectly ordinary needle in my enchanted haystack, or I will turn you into kindling!' What were Skittles and the tree to do?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 13, 2006 7:41 pm
"They have to find the needle," he said grinning. "Skittles clambers down from the branches, soothing the old tree. He saids. 'We will find the needle tree. Can you spread out the hay? '"
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Posted: Thu Jul 13, 2006 9:05 pm
"The tree was very thankful that Skittles was so nice to it - because no one had ever been nice to it before, other than to carve their initials in it's poor, tender bark. So it happily went over to the magical haystack and started picking up the pieces of hay one by one and making another magical haystack nearby. 'Oh no!' it said, suddenly, 'I forgot to tell you something, Skittles, I'm --'" Stop, grin.
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Posted: Fri Jul 14, 2006 7:18 am
Skittles paused, eyes hazed as he thought for a few moments. "Taking root.' The tree couldn't walk for long because it took a lot off engery from it. 'Sorry..' the tree whispered. Skittles smiled and says. 'It's alright. I'll fine the needle for both of us.' He begans to search and then.."
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