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 Posted: Mon May 12, 2008 6:30 pm
"Mm," Shiloh nodded. That was why he lived out in the middle of nowhere, after all!
"I stock their shelves once a month. Own m'own farm."
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2008 6:38 pm
"Really? That's neat. I had a cousin worked on a farm once. He didn't last long, though. Something about going cow tipping and getting the bull instead. But, he learned to walk again so it's okay," Hisoka said. "Actually I fibbed. He just didn't like cows, he said that now that he saw where milk comes from he felt grossly violated. He's a vegan now."
She paused, looking thoughful.
"Y'know, I bet that's why we don't talk about him that much anymore."
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2008 6:40 pm
Shiloh was ignoring the girl. This was about as annoyed as he got, and she just wouldn't stop. He heaved a sigh of relief when they reached his home. He tied Rust to her post and went inside. There were no locks on the doors.
"Lemonade? V8?"
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2008 6:48 pm
"Lemonade, please," Hisoka said, going into the house a bit and stopping short. She hadn't exactly been invited in, but ot wasn't going to do any harm to just stand by the door in case her host booted her out.
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2008 6:49 pm
Shiloh poured two glasses of home-made lemonade and held one out to Hisoka.
"Please. Please take it."
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2008 6:52 pm
Hisoka realized just how much she'd nettled Shiloh and choked down a laugh.
"Thanks very much," she said, completely polite. She took a sip and felt the urge to let her face pucker, but ignored it and drained half the glass. "God, that's good."
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2008 6:55 pm
Shiloh then launched himself into the pitcher, pouring himself a glass, chugging it, and going after another, another...
That poor man!
"Oh, God," he sighed. Much better. Much, much better.
"Thank you," he added. He wasn't sure why, but he'd said it nonetheless.
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2008 7:01 pm
Poor guy. Hisoka sipped at the rest of her lemonade, liking how the tartness made her tongue curl.
"Sure," she said mildly.
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2008 7:02 pm
Shiloh wiped his mouth on his sleeve and looked over as a strange horned dog wandered into the room.
"I told you to bring a--"
"Shut up, dog. Shut up."
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2008 7:04 pm
Hisoka, like any normal person, didn't take the sudden visitation of a talking dog at all calmly. She gave a yelp and stumbled backwards out the door, falling hard on her butt and scuttling back.
"JESUS."
Sunstroke. Clearly, she had sunstroke. Animals didn't talk.
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2008 8:01 am
Shiloh looked to Old Blue, then to Hisoka, and then back again.
"We're not sure what he is, but he ain't a dog. R'gardless, he's harmless."
Blue trotted over to the girl and sniffed her feet. Hm. Silly humans.
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2008 11:08 am
"It talked," Hisoka said, wary of making sudden moves in case it made the dog-thing attack. Harmless? Nothing was harmless, that was a fact of life. Even baby ducks could peck out eyes if they felt ornery.
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2008 11:30 am
Blue just snorted.
"Indeed I did." And he flaunted off, offended.
Shiloh offered the girl his had to help her up.
"He is as harmless as I am, at any rate."
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2008 11:34 am
Hisoka took the hand offered to her, getting up and ignoring the fact she'd successfully destroyed her dignity.
" 'kay then," she said warily. "That was...y'know what, I'm not even gonna question it."
She picked up her unbroken glass and held it out to Shiloh.
"May I have some more, please?"
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2008 11:35 am
Shiloh nodded and went back into the kitchen, picking up the pitcher.
...and just stood there, looking at Hisoka.
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