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 Posted: Thu Mar 20, 2008 7:20 pm
"I like tea," Famine said stubbornly.
Several of the kitchen knives dropped abruptly, sinking into the hard-wood floor with an audible thud. He could only float a half-dozen objects at once. Anything more required fragmenting his concentration into two many pieces; his head would feel blurry, and he'd tumble to the ground.
"Mmmm... if you have any cards, I would like to learn this 'poker'. I haven't been good at a game before."
Famine finally discovered a jug full of something labelled 'iced tea'. How... intriguing. He floated it to the ground.
"Adelais might find it amusing."
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Posted: Thu Mar 20, 2008 8:27 pm
Deadpool shruged, if he wanted to be stubborn about it, then let him. It wasn't as though he could force Famine to drink anything else. Well actually he probably could force him if he really tried, but he would never do such a thing, Famine was his son after all. The only way anything like that would ever happen was if he truly snaped, and even then it was a big maybe. He did take so much after his mother after all, especially those silver locks.
"Suit yourself."
His tails flicked out of the way as some of the knives suddenly droped to the floor. "Hey, careful with those." he uttered. Though had one landed on him, it wouldn't have done much, but that didn't mean it wouldn't have hurt, and at least he would have still been able to sit down.
"I'm sure there's some cards somewhere." With that said, he dashed off, returning a few moments later with a deck of cards. "Right, poker. The game of beer, stories, shifty eyes and stripping if you're playing with the ladies." Wade grined.
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Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2008 1:07 pm
Famien pulled a pair of cushions off of an old couch, so that they wouldn't have to sit down on the bare floor to play. He wasn't sure if they were all that clean... but his boots would help, right? Mmm, it was best not to think about. The floor was already filthy with the tracked-in mud of a dozen precious visitors.
"Stripping?" He sat down on his hindquarters, and raised his forepaws up to the light. The leather bracers were still slick and polished. "But... why?"
Did the winner get to keep the extra accessories? Fur was fine to wear, but anyone who tried to take Famine's thigh-high boots away would learn the kind of lesson that only floating knives can teach.
Famine shook his head. It didn't matter.
"Never mind, Dad. Please teach me your ways."
While Wade shuffled the deck. Famine floated the container of iced tea towards himself, intent upon taking a long drink. As soon as the liquid hit his lips he flung the jug against the far wall, shattering it into a cloud of glass and droplets.
"That... was sweet." Famine frowned. His hackles were raised, and the barest hint of a growl colored his voice. It was the most incensed that anyone had ever seen him. "That... was not tea."
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Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2008 2:13 pm
Why? Well why not. Sure Famine had said 'never mind', but that wasn't about to stop him from explaining. If you didn't want to know, you shouldn't ask. Of course half the time he'd explain things if you asked of not. If of course you could call his words explinationms, as Wade did tend to stray from anything proper, or fully understandable.
"It's a way to play without betting money -and it's hot. And during those times it's very important that you win. The more you win the better it gets. --And in the end you might just ge-" the merc's voice trailed off as the jug of ice tea flew across the room, shattering against the far wall.
Right then.
"-Ok so you're not finding anything else to drink. It was supposed to be sweet though. Not as sweet as, you smell it and your teeth fall out, but almost." So long as Wade wasn't the one that had to clean things up, he found no problem with Famine completely tearing the place apart looking for his tea. Wasn't his problem, even if it was his son making the mess.
He pushed his bowl of alcohol towards the boy. "Try it. You might like it -just don't go throwing it across the room. --Maybe the mice have all the tea. Very tricky creatures, those mice. Scaring the ladies up on chairs, just for the view."
Wade delt out the cards, and then proceeded to explain the rules of the game.
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Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2008 6:22 pm
"But that wasn't real tea. Real tea isn't sweet."
Famine lapped at the alcohol in the bowls, and coughed a bit at the harsh, hot feeling it made in his throat. But he was feeling too snippy to back down. His tails were twitching back and forth of their own accord. What was this? He didn't understand it. Every part of him itched with a longing that he could not name.
"Why would they label it as tea if it were not tea? That's uncalled for."
Several more jars floated out of the cupboards and smashed against the walls, shredding curtains and knocking knick-knacks off of shelves.
"Very uncalled for."
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2008 7:25 am
"Really? -Hmm, I always thought it was just cold tea with more sugar then a five year old could handle." Wade shruged, maybe it wasn't, but it didn't really matter to him anyways.
A brow arched watching as Famine drink up some of the alcohol before coughing. "It does taste weird the frist time. You do get used to it though." he grined, tails flicking.
Though it wasn't long before jars and things began floating about, smashing against the wall. It was like watching a mass chain reaction. A jar hit the wall, kocked something off a shelf which then tore the curtains. He was NOT cleaning that up. Now was it the alcohol causing the temper tantrum? No it couldn't be, Famine hadn't drank that much, and it couldn't start working so fast...Could it? These bodies were different, and as such might be affected at different rates. Still, his son couldn't be that much of a light-weight when it came to alcohol consumption.
"Maybe they're just idiots. You really never know around these parts. -Tons of crazy people. I'm sure they just go around labeling things wrong, and hanging out with those darn clowns! --You might want to aim a little to the left, you'll cause more damage that way."
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Posted: Tue Mar 25, 2008 2:55 pm
Famine followed his father's suggestion and pitched a pretty antique sugar bowl at a loose hinge on the curtain-rod. It clattered to the floor in a shower of white powder, denting the worn old hardwood.
"Hmph. Mis-labling things is very careless."
Famine cracked his neck, then turned to face his father. All four of his paws were touching the ground.
"I don't understand," he said brusquely. "What is this?"
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Posted: Tue Mar 25, 2008 4:10 pm
Masked brown eyes watched as the antique sugar bowl, that all the little old ladies would have called beautiful or pretty was tossed across the room, smashing against a loose hinge. The curtain-rod fell with a clatter and the floor was soon white and dented. Well that was entertaining, but he wasn't paying for it (not that he even had any money). Even if he happened to have been the one that had told Famine to fix up his aim just a little.
Antiques, pssh they didn't go for that much.
"Mis-labeling things is incredibly careless. -Like this one time I had a glass full of snot -don't ask me where I got it, it was just there- and Al completely drank it! Of course she is blind and we were playing the very fun game of 'do this or I'm bringing out the peanut butter and fire ants'. BUT! I'm sure she would have drank it anyways, since I did label it wrong strictly for the purpose of getting someone to drink it for a laugh." What was he babbling on about now?
A somewhat surprised look crossed his features as Famine stood on the ground facing him. Stood. On the ground.
 'Can those words even be USED in the same sentance?! -Oh hey! My little nubs are back! Maybe I should tape them down this time. Make sure they don't go anywhere again. --Now where'd I put the duct tape.'
Right. Famine. On the ground.
It was like a mental breakdown waiting to happen! ...Or something.
"This is what we call the utter destruction of a house! -Sincewearen'treallyallowedtodestroythePlace. --The thrill of life! Something you go out and laugh about while eating a pizza! Manhood, or something like that! -Just know that it's thrilling." He gave Famine a slap on the back, pausing as he blinked. "Wait. What are we talking about again?"
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