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 Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2008 1:08 pm
Jesse stood, picked Sy up, placed him back in his lap, and covered the boy's ears.
"Those chocolate things with the cherries and icing inside you give to people when you wanna get laid." Way to be blunt! The hands were removed and Sy acted as if nothing had happened, grinning as his father bounced his knee.
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2008 1:22 pm
Oops.
Maelon had never exactly learned any tact, and didn't know a thing about what to say around children. He had just been stating the truth, however that seemed to be something the man didn't want Sy to hear. Were toddlers touchy about being adopted? The teen didn't know. Maybe it was just the guardians were touchy about it.
The teen nearly blanched when Jesse said that they were candies given to people to get laid, making an odd noise between a sputter and a cough. Ew. Mental note to never buy those ever ever ever. "I... see... I don't even want to know why he's one of those."
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2008 1:24 pm
Jesse gave a little laugh at Maelon's expense, and then Sy slid from his lap, tugging on his new friend's pant leg.
"Come pway!" he begged, "Pway wif Sy!"
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2008 1:27 pm
Maelon scowled momentarily at Jesse's laugh. Jesse had no idea how much stress the topic of sex caused him. If he had been traumatized as much as the dark chocolate Sin had been, he wouldn't be laughing. Perhaps he should just point Becky in this man's direction the next time she phoned his house. See how he liked that.
He was forced to turn away from Jesse when his pant leg was pulled, blinking down at Silas. Come... play? "Uh... okay? What do you wanna play?" What was there to play around here? Maelon hadn't brought his travel chess board, and he most certainly didn't care around Scrabble or Trivial Pursuit. What else was there to play?
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2008 1:36 pm
Jesse just shrugged at the dirty look. Hey, he got those often. Under different circumstances, but often.
"Uhhhhh..." Silas thought deeply. Hm. He hadn't brought his ball or his plushie.
"Wan' pway tag?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2008 1:39 pm
Under different circumstances. Yeah sure.
Maelon watched Silas quietly as he thought about what to play, hoping that he hadn't got himself into something he'd regret later. It wouldn't be too hard for the toddler to think up something that the teen didn't like. Then again, Silas was incredibly friendly, and the dark chocolate Sin knew he would have a hard time just blowing him off. Not to mention his guardian looked like he'd beat up Mae if he tried to get rid of the kid.
"Play tag? What's that?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2008 1:55 pm
Jesse, now no longer paying attention to Maelon, laced his arms around the back of the bench and crossed his knees. Any break was welcome.
"...uh..." Sy began. My was tag a complicated game!
"...you 'it'. Come chase Sy! Catch Sy, Sy it! Sy catch..." Wait a second...new friend had no name!
"...fwend!"
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2008 2:10 pm
Maelon listened quietly while Silas hummed and hawed, and then finally explained. He had seen kids play this game, but he was sure there needed to be more than two people. The teen was also sure that all the kids had to be the same age. He clearly had a huge height advantage over Silas. Catching him would be easy.
The teen blinked when he was referred to as friend, a part of his strangely touched. Of course, said part was smothered by the other part who said that the kid probably called everybody that. Still, it was sort of nice to make friends with so little effort on his part. "Maelon. That's my name. And can we really play tag with two people?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2008 5:13 pm
"May-lo'," Sy tried, face screwing up. Oh well. He'd get it sooner or later.
"May! May, come play! Can do two fine! Just go fas'!"
Jesse looked toward his son and winked to Maelon. 'Let him win' he mouthed.
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2008 5:27 pm
Maelon gave a small, defeated sigh, deciding it wasn't worth his time to teach this kid to talk. Even so, it was rather distressing to hear his name butchered. So long as he didn't start saying Maelong, the teen would be okay. Damn Becky. He wasn't Chinese okay! Jeeze. If this Sy kid ran into him again, he would for sure fix it. But he could stand Maylo for now.
... Okay maybe he did need to fix that. There was no way in hell this kid was calling him May. "Maelon. Two syllables. Mae then a lon. Pretty easy name." With another sigh he got up after the kid, trying to decide if this was really worth it. Since when did he run? He caught the wink from Jesse and frowned at what he mouthed. "Like hell," he mouthed back, making a face. "Right Sy, I'm ready. You... um, whatever, it?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2008 5:36 pm
Jesse just threw his head back and laughed. Ah, a*****e teenagers.
"Otay!" Sy gigled and clapped, "I it! Gogogo! Run!"
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2008 5:57 pm
Maelon rolled his eyes at Jesse. Stupid men. If he didn't have an eye patch and so many scars, the teen wouldn't have cared so much. He just didn't want to be grabbed while he wasn’t looking and dragged off to who knows where strange men with scars and eye patches go. It was a totally legitimate concern. Pryderi would applaud his caution if he was here.
"Right, kay, you're it. I'm gonna run this way...." The teen lifted a foot to pull the laces on his trainers tighter, before starting off in the opposite direction at a slow jog. Screw running. Who ran these days anyways?
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2008 6:05 pm
Sy reacted with absolute glee. He squealed and ran after Mae, pretty much wobbling like a penguin with his arms outstretched.
"AH MUNA GETCHOO! GUNNA GETCHOO!"
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2008 6:33 pm
He was being followed by a squealing toddler. Oh god why had he done this? Why why why? Was he crazy? Was the orange of the toddler's skin making him see things or act weird? If Kilah showed up he would die. She would never let him live this down. Ever. It would be even worse than the time he had gotten stuck in the tree trying to save her cat.
Maelon slowed his pace down to his usual slink, decided that if he got caught he could at least end the game earlier. Or chase Silas. That would be easier. He only had to walk to do that.
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2008 6:36 pm
And then Sy grabbed for one of Maelon's legs, clinging and giggling.
"I gotchoo! I gotchoo, May!" He nuzzled the teen's knee, eyes closed.
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