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 Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2008 10:51 am
Maelon had to resist the urge to roll his eyes at Helen. He should have named her Killer, he really should have. Who would laugh at him then? Still, he supposed that his first pet had been named the best. After all, who would expect a pet named Kitten to be a tarantula? Mignon hadn't seen it coming. "She's just too big for her old tank, 's all. And I don't think people would appreciate it if I carried her around with me all day."
"Staring is better than touching," the redhead replied, having decided long ago that he didn't like to be touched by baby hands. You never knew where they'd been. It was kind of like people's mouths. He didn't really want to think about it. "Very low maintenance. You stick them in a bowl, feed them every day, and clean the tank when you can't see through it. My guardian doesn't like animals at all, but he has a tank of fish. Likes it better than cats and dogs he says. I like something you can handle, but that's just me. It would work fine for a kid."
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2008 5:52 pm
"Easy enough, I suppose," she said, nodding to herself, satisfied, since anything, or almost anything, that wasn't an insect was good enough for her; the only thing that she could find fault with in having a pet fish was that she would be too busy to feed it and whatever else, not to mention the baby wasn't exactly old enough to comprehend taking care of something, especially if she couldn't even take care of herself. As she mulled over this, her child took notice of some teenagers who had entered the store and eyed them closely, watching their every move as they indulged one another in conversation, which, for some reason, fascinated her.
They were looking at something, and she wasn't sure what, but it had scales and funny eyes; one of them said it looked ugly and got called a "douche," whatever that was. It was an interesting word, kind of like millipede, but shorter, maybe, or something. "Duh," the mushroom child muttered, trying to form this knew word, these weird sounds, like before, hoping to be successful this time. "Duh, dooooshhh, dooosh, douche," she said finally, looking up at her protector, who looked at her inquisitively. Apparently she hadn't heard, so Orenda went on to repeat it, proclaiming, "Douche, douche, douche, douche!"
At that moment, Helen looked like her world had just shattered.
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2008 1:35 pm
Maelon nodded absently, starting to fidget now that the conversation was dying. He really wasn't the most sociable of Sin'aeis, especially when it came to women. Helen had been pretty good at maintaining the conversation, but now it was starting to dwindle. Perhaps it was time he took his leave.
The group of arriving teenagers nearly made his lip curl, thoroughly detesting having to deal with their type. He could spot the type of people he didn't want to talk to a mile away. They were probably coming in here to make fun of the animals, no doubt. Stupid kids. And saying words like that when talking about insects and---
"...." The redhead really had nothing to say. Douche? That was this kid's first word? She would have been better off saying millipede. Ah well, at least he didn't have to see Orenda on a daily basis. He did feel sort of sorry for Helen though. But not sorry enough to stay. "Right.... well, I'm going to go get my stuff. You can uh... do whatever you were doing." With an awkward grin the teenager sidled down the nearest aisle and away from the child and her guardian.
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