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 Posted: Sat Apr 16, 2005 5:18 pm
Nikko Knittin' FIEND I tell you! Rrgh. I've been spending most of my life knitting, re-knitting, undoing on the very last stitch and then knitting yet AGAIN only to have the whole thing unravel over night with this flaming blue thread. *sizzle*
Regardless, the damne`d thing is FINALLY finished. I had to go get THREE different spools- at least! because the yarn became so tangled... and Lear played in one of the others. () Still, it's done, and the thing BETTER stay together. The blanket/oversized shawl/comfy-thing-3000 SHOULD last awhile. He seems to like cuddling up in it when he sleeps, and the slightly faded material looks nice in conjunction with the bedspread. Besides the occasional claw getting tangled, all's well.
Actually, on the way to buying more thread one day through gaia's halls, I fouund... some weiird old shop with things called 'Stitchies'. Or something like that.
Regardless, I went in and looked around. I found the CYUTEST pattern in there, and went to the counter to have it finished. Ordering it was a nightmare, though (I made sure to even tell him that, in so many words... heheh). Oddly enough, he asked me questions about 'gender' and 'eyes' for the fabric. Then he talked about what position I wantd some antennae or something. Hmm.
I'll get this 'StItChIeZ' or whatever in the mail soon, he said. It had better be good fabric, damn it. I spent 1500-some on the thing.
Lear seems to be as moody as I am sometimes; he let out such a scream every time I left the room last week. I wonder if he picked up on it being one of my occasional "Just One of those Days" (all week, of course) times. Also, it seems as if most other people in my family have been having the same problem this week. I wonder if there's a reason.
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2005 9:26 am
Nikko Oh, that is ******** it. I've waited PATIENTLY for months on end... first, I tried to get some adorable little dragons, but they were completely too busy at the moment to bother with any more- or just my mail got deleted. I didn't want to send again, though... damn greylist rules. *grumble* Yaknow those StItChI things? Yeah? Huh? Huh? Well, guess whaaaaat. A few months have passed and I haven't heard anything but the initial word from them. Call me a b***h, but wasting your money on overpriced toys for the ones you love SHOULD NOT BE THIS DIFFICULT. *seethe* I feel like a horrible mother. It's raining outside, which should make me feel good, but I know I've been ignoring the chap. I know it. I'd read him some delightful Johnny the Homicidal Maniac stories or have some quality Invader Zim time, but I'm thinking the types of tendencies that would grow on him from that aren't necessarily favorable. Meh. ...but, Nny's personality is so cyooooot~... Ah whatever. His cat-clock's been malfunctioning, lately. I've just given up entirely of ever making up with poor Lear, who's had seperation anxiety like a newborn on--- you know what, I'm really not up to disturbingly detestable metaphors right now. I'll leave the wise-a** jokes for later. I think I'll do a Lear and go doodle in angst for awhile. He is a good painter, though.
I closed the battered diary with a sigh. He'd been teething on the cover lately, which she idn't mind all that much since it didn't look like it was readable anyhow... I also have a feeling that this dip in my self-worth lately will make these texts turn from 1st to 3rd soon. I fiddled inside the clock, grumbling about machinations and other such big words that seem to be made up.
In the shadow of his bed, Lear was chewing on a crayon, burbling little humming noises as he went. He had recently discovered the things, rather than paint, and disliked them very much. So he was holding a little puppet show of his latest nightmares, involving him being the cobalt crayon and his jaw being... shudder. He had REALLY not liked that other baby. At all. The bitter wax taste in his mouth was his own type of self-mutilating vengeance. Odd how babies' minds work.
Well, at least it worked now.
I slid shut the clock, mumbling to myself. Lear's ferret friend was off gibbering on his bedpost, chattering and fussing about as she tried her very best to gnaw off the wooden pommel atop the four-poster corner several feet above his head. Inexplicably, I didn't pay much thought to it, more concerned whether or not I'd remembered how to spell 'inexplicably' correctly.
I placed the instruction manual back into the shopping bag beneath the window, which I had kept due to its durability and cute design. When the 3-ton manual flopped in, something squeaked. Curious, I crept over to it, peering in. What the...?
OHHH!
I smack my head. Well, duh. I'd already bought a toy for him earlier at the store. A cute little mouse-thing. It smelled faintly of blueberry catnip and luuuuurve. Lear, the anti-curiousity, shrank further into the shadows.
 D'Awww. Lookit the cute cheap thingy...
Loving its adorableness, I scattled over to the poor little boy. He whimpered, as if expecting either me to reprimand for his chewing-fest (which I did take away from him later) or that the fuzzy mouse would punish him, somehow. It let out a fluffy, soft squeak. He shrank further.
The horror. The funky horror.
After coaxing him out and cooing soft words and tunes, the quivering mass of whimpiness crawled from the shadows curiously enough, for a Ky'thri. Squee.
"Here you go! Play with it; it'll be a better stress reliever than getting, er... wax poisoning or.. whatever." Not put off by my ramblings, he slowly took the mouse from my hands. It squeaked. He dropped it in a flash.
SEVERAL MINUTES LATER he was not scared of the friggin' thing no mo' and only burst out crying half the time. Bundling up in his (FINISHED! AHAHAHHAHAHAH) blue blanket made the dashing little gray fuzzball quite warm and comfy- for once. He snuggled, testing the fabric's intent-to-kill by chewing on different spots. It only squeaked adorably. Deeming it safe, he whimpered once, cuddled up to it, then promptly fell asleep. Snxxxx~
Well, I was satisfied. The boy had a toy that wouldn't shoot him into his dimentia of pain and self-suffering in a millisecond flat, anymore. Hopefully. We shall see to-morrow.
I still need to get back my !@&*()@!ing 1000g that StItChI idjit stole from me... MOOOOOODS!
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Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2005 5:01 pm
Nikko Listening to Frou Frou again, humming along, knitting... Y'know, i think I might try and make Lear a plushie collection sometime. Of the Klonoa cast- nah, not the cast. All of the Memory dolls in Lunatea's Veil... how about that? Lear's ADORABLE now that he's had a growth spurt. He has this untamed tangled mop atop his adowible widdle head, yes he does. We don't get out much, buut that's all right. We enjoy each other's silent company- when The KittyBomb clock in the corner of the room ticks on, and Lear's counting the stitches of his mouse-toy aloud. Literally. "U-uun, Dos... Tres, Cuatro, Cinco, Seis...Eleventy..." "Wrong language, hon," I call over, quickly hitting the skip button as Psychobabble comes on. He's not completely distraught at the moment, so a tuned-down Must Be Dreaming would be safer. Not Let Go, he'll lose it.() Oddly enough, Lear prefers learning the Spanish numbers over the English, but he loves to sing along to both the militant Espanol tune my horrid Spanish I teacher taught me long ago, as well as the cuter, multilyrical ABC song. He's also been experimenting with exchanging the lyrics, and refuses to believe that 'Baa Baa Black Sheep'(does he SALIVATE when he sings that?) doesn't go to the military tune. The counting thing, yes, but the rest, no. Seeing as how he only gets half the syllables right anywho, I'm just amused, until he becomes distraught and overwhelmed from the 'failure'. Ah, well. Our piano room visits are more frequent than ever, and though I've learned Lear is NOT a fan of Mindless Self Indulgence, he likes the lilting Frou Frou and will spring for a few of Green Day's tunes. Also, he seems to like John Mayer. I'm beginning to question his sexual preference with his song choices, but that's all right.() He does love those love ballads, though. I'm just trying to keep the emo down to a minimum, save his ears from The Killers and introducing him to as many non-melancholic piano songs as possible. He loves fiddling around on the keys, that he does. heart We're into the small talk. Half the time, he's withdrawn into his corner and it's a coin toss whether or not he really wants me to huggle him close or to give him a wide berth- I usually guess wrong, but he's becoming more forgiving. Alarmingly so, as are his manners. He's very good at wailing, pleading, saying 'help, sorry, thanks, no', y'know, the usual. I have a feeling he's becoming too dependant on me(and that poor blanket), however. I'll have to make him get out more... As you can see from the blots, sticky cat hairs and fingerprints on the edges of these pages, we're still having a grand time with fingerpaints. I feel sorry for whoever removes the blotches on the carpet whenever we leave. Overall, everything's been fairly good.
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Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2005 8:14 pm
Lear's been bugging the hell out of me tonight. He seems to want to go somewhere in particular... but every time I try and get ready to go he bawls his eyes out as if I'm bandoning him. ODD!
After much wailing and scolding we shut each other up and finally were ready to go... he refuses to leave without his blanket and squeaky toy. I'm currently playing tug-of-war with him and he seems so betrayed because I won't let him drag it through the halls and get all messy. Really, I don't know what's up with him lat
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2005 1:14 pm
Nikko Things have been a little slow around after that weird... incident. Goneril is still terrorizing the poor lad, and we take visits to the piano room every other day. It seems to cheer him up.
Really, I may be his mother and all, but he's a bit on the snivelly side. I've got to learn how to give him some thicker skin without traumatizing him...>> Hrm hrm hrmm.
We've had more doodles. The room's floor is completely splotched with paint, but we have fun picking out designs and saying what they look like. It's helping him formulate speech better each day. He's having trouble with some conjugation, though; 'happy' sounds like 'harpy', for example, and he still gurgles a lot. Mostly he has troubles with his 'r's- he has a tendency to roll them or add them in at weird places- and the 'th' noise. I think it has something to do with his teeth. Also found out he's a fan of sour cream with vegetables. I now have a heapload of carrots, celery and even some broccoli (for him only- yich) in the unreliably odd fridge. He's ambivalent about baths. The water engulfing him just... freaks him out somehow, and the shadows from the curtains are met with great fear. He liked bubbles until A. he tasted one, B. one got into his eye promptly thereafter. He flipped when he learned the existance of (dun dun dunnn) 'bubble baths'. I love playing with his fur, though. So siiiilky~ *sigh* I love my child. I just wish he would allow himself to open up more. He's still so bottled up. Like mother like son?
We really need to get out more.
I brought in some Mew, Muse and even a couple of Weezer songs, and he had a grand olde time bopping about to them. When I learn more than like 2 songs, maybe I'll even bring in a guitar. Acoustics are damn hard but eh. I'm sure he'd enjoy it... as long as I don't tell him that story about how violins used to use catgut for strings. Ich. Nevertheless, he immensely enjoys the piano parts, and how Matt Bellamy (of Muse) just hits all those high notes and glides around the vocal scales. He has immense fun with that, and seems to be urging me to learn what I can of 'Butterflies and Hurricanes' (I find the title immensely ironic). I'm going to try my hardest, just because this is one of the few times I've seen him so vehement about something. I tell him they've actual /piano/ songs too, but he wants me to transfer it into THAT instrument. Screw guitar. Forget bass. Drums? Pah! He hates loud drum solos. But he wants soft melodies like this one. This soft, beautiful, amazingly ******** DIFFICULT song.
I'll do my best to fumble about in an inaccurate comparison to it.
One single piano solo in this and he wants me to change the WHOLE song...
It's okay, though. I enjoy the song as well.^^
...
'Change- everything you are, and everything you were...
Your number has been called...
Fights and battles have begun- Revenge will surely come
Your hard times are ahead.
Best, you've got to be the best- You've got to change the world
And use this chance to be heard
Your time is now."
Dear god I hope this isn't some omen.()
'Don’t let yourself down- And don’t let yourself go
Your last chance has arrived.'
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Posted: Thu Aug 25, 2005 2:14 am
No matter what bauble or trinket she attempted to tempt him with, the young baby that she called Cain would always return to the tattered and much loved snake plushie that she had found him with that one fateful day.
Sometimes she could swear he was speaking to it.
Even more weird, sometimes she thought it replied to him.
Sitting in the chair of the room, door thrown wide open so that she could hear anything approaching, she didn't say much at all. He did not like the sound of voices, preferring absolute silence. Noise made him nervous. And nervous was an understatement.
In fact, his moods were entirely erratic. One moment content, and the next almost frantic. Sometimes she could barely keep up with him.
Still, she had to keep trying. It wasn't like she had much choice.
Nikko swung the tail of a blue blanket in her hand, humming to The Pillows jauntily. Beside her tottered a little Ky'thri boy, clasping onto the other end tightly. He was still frightened by all of the shadows in the halls, and the creaking, and the faces he saw grinning at him through the keyholes of the shut doors... whimper. Quite used to this by now, she gave his security blanket a gentle tug and smiled reassuringly at him. Lear paused for a moment, then giving a sigh scrambled to catch up again with his 'mother'.
"See? A lil' walk through the halls never hurt anybody. I /told/ you that there weren't any goblins or bogeymen or serial rapists waiting to get you tonight." Lear did not seem satisfied, but silently chewed on a nail as he watched the upcoming bend with a look of distrust. Something bad's gonna happen, it always does...
She heard the humming long before she saw anything.
Cain heard it even before she did, as evidenced by the suddenly wary way he held himself, the snake before him as a ward or shield. It was always so damned odd how he could hold himself that still.
Getting up, she walked to the door, swinging it half shut so that Cain was obscured, and waited tensely for whatever was there.
Nikko saw the woman in front of her, since she didn't hear anything. Ah, the dangers of humming. But the pull of the tune of Beautiful Morning With You was too much to resist. Plus, she had to balance out Mr. Happykins McSunshine somehow.
Lear saw the (half) open door first, and promptly let out a tiny little baby screech in surprise. His blanket also acquired several more holes courtesy of his clinging claws.
Nikk blinked at the sight of another living being. She stood there dumbly for a moment, brain slowly remembering what 'social interaction' was. "Oh." Pause. "Er, 'lo." Sure, it sounded a little awkward, but she couldn't even remember the last time she'd talked to someone else. In an act of good faith, she half-heartedly gave a little wave towards the figure.
Chae didn't respond immediately, but her expression softened slightly when she saw that there was another child. "Hello." she counter-greeted. "You're the first person I've seen here."
She figured that would explain her relatively neutral demeanor. From the corner of her eye, she could see Cain crawling a few inchest toward her.
Nikk grinned, the tiniest bit relieved. "Really? You're ther... third person I've seen in my time here. Er, second." She pondered this for a moment, pushing up her half-rimmed spectacles. "I don't think you can count one ofthem as 'human' but I suppose they'd be a 'person'..." She inclines her head towards the not-so-curious toddler behind her. His ears quivered. "They all had 'children' with them also. Can't remember their names but... there's others out there, at least! Anyways, tha's Lear, the furball I'm watching over. I'm Nikko. Yourself?"
. . .
Iole sat on the dusty carpet in the study, picking at the rug. Maybe there was a thread she could pull and unravel it. Her Parent was trying to locate a book somewhere in here, and her "sibling" was sprawled on the couch, twitching and snoring and seemingly having very active dreams.
Iole was bored, and she had nothing to take apart. Not a good state of affairs.
Nikko blinked as the door closed in front of her. Well, that was one way to kill a conversation.
Hearing the garbled noises of a child inside, she decided it was best not to disturb them if they were busy.
"Er...nice to see you too. Seeya, then."
Lear poked his head up from behind the girl, seeming relieved. Yes, he was a bit disconcerted as to why they didn't like them, because OBVIOUSLY if they had liked them they would have been happy and given them lots of treats to make them happy too but nevertheless he much preferred being away from strangers and with his mummy. Nikk, noticing some movement from the child, patted him on the head. "Well? Let's keep going." And with that, Lear sped down the hallway after his mother, yelping here and there to stop trying to leave him behind.
Iole could hear someone out in the hall. She flopped over onto all fours and crawled towards the door to see who it was. Something interesting! That was a nice change.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH~
coin operated boy, sitting on the shelf~ he is just a toy
but i turn him on and he comes to life -- automatic joy
that- is- why- I- want- a- coin-operated boy-- oh!" She blinked, finding another door open. How odd; first she's left alone and never sees anyone, and now TWO doors have been opened to-day. Not that she's had much luck today but hey.
She stepped towards the door, curious. Hopefully there were some more pleasant people here... she didn't see anyone, though.
Lear, on the othe hand, was the correct height to see a familiar face. His eyes widened, scared stiff.
Iole came face to face with Lear, and her ears flatted back with surprise, then popped back up as she remembered him. She mewed, her eyes glittering. Here was someone to play with.
Nanashi heard singing, and leaned around the shelf he was investigating as Nikkio came in. "Hello," he said politely, glancing to the children to make sure no hostilities were immediately forthcoming.
Lear seemed less than overjoyed. His ears flattened in his mop of hair, looking a mite on the terrorized side. Nevertheless, he clung to the pantsleg of his 'mother' with a paw, dreaming up only the worst case scenarios. Only trouble came of socializing with 'others'...
Nikko beamed as a second, vvvvaaaaaaguely familiar face popped up. "Oh! 'Alo. Intruding on anything?" She looked about brightly, eyes slightly glazed behind her spectacles as she searched her brain for a name. It wasn't coming back to her. Damn.
Iole pushed herself up into a sitting position, balancing and flapping her small wings vigorously, and hunted her memory for this one's name. Did he have one? Maybe not! "Who?" she said, and poked a claw towards Lear.
"No, you're not intruding. I'm simply seeing what there is to read here," Nanashi said. This might or might not actually have been true.
Nikko blinked. "Oh! They have books here?" She ventured further inside, immediately scanning the shelves. "How easy life would be if they had a map for this place..." She sighed and shook her head. "Or at least, like, a kiosk or something. I'unno."
Lear didn't move, not wanting to get any closer to the demon-spawn than needed. At least he had-- Lear squeaked as the jeans material was pulled from his hand. His mother left him there, alone. All alone. Three feet away and now she was gone.
Pshht. Some mum she was.
"Some of them appear to be in languages we can read," Nanashi offered, and held out an intimidatingly large and dusty tome as proof. It did appear to be in English, if an archaic version. "I find that if you ask the House to let you find a room, it shortens the process of looking for it." He sounded faintly irritated, prsumably at the semi-sentient structure.
Iole repeated, "Who?" insistently. Didn't this one have any words yet? She had words! He must have a few, really. Psht.
Lear quivered still. Not a very exciting chap, is he?
"Ooh," Nikk took a look at the cover, sneezing a little at the dust. "Well, I'll admit I've never thought of asking the House ITSELF to, er, guide me around.. curious idea. Does it usually work, that?" She sniffled, rubbing her nose with an oversized sleeve before flicking through the books again.
"...muuuum?"
"Yeah hon?"
"Know d'dream monster?"
"Uhuh? The one who bites off your head?"
He pawed an ear. "Uhuh."
"What about it?"
"S'her."
"That's nice, dear."
Lear lapsed into silence again. He was right. He was doomed. Dooooomed. Maybe if he didn't talk to it it'd go away...
The dorkette, meanwhile, poked her head out from between two especially moldy volumes. "Oh! That reminds me. Who are you again?" She flashed a smile. "I should remember but I don't."
"After I found that it generally let me out when I asked politely, I thought of requesting guidance. It doesn't speak, of course, but sometimes it will open doors to show me I ought to be going that way." Nanashi shrugged elaborately.
Iole poked at Lear, frowning. Wasn't he going to talk to her? She pouted.
"I am Nanashi," the kitsune said, apparently unperturbed. "My sharp little charge is Iole, and the one sleeping on the couch is Zensi. Please don't wake him up yet, or we will have no peace at all."
"Oh, right, right." She gave a polite nod to Nanashi and waved toward Iole, who she's sure wouldn't remember her but felt the need to anyways(as well as give Lear a little kick on the tail to get him talking). Lear just wrung his blanket in his hands, finding it a nice alternative to just standing there. He gave a small bow of sorts to Iole, though he didn't expect much but pain and suffering in return. Eeeeeevil. "Pleased to re-meet you both. And is Zensi new or have I just never met him?" She craned her neck for a view of the one on the couch, but a rather large book tipped out of the shelf and into her hands. She struggled for a moment before lugging it back where it belonged. Whew!
"Pleased," Nanashi said. "Zensi is new. Relatively. You won't have seen him." He nodded towards the Jivvin, whose huge ears and long tail seemed to take up most of his bodymass. At the moment, he was a ball of ginger-colored fur, and relatively peaceful-looking.
Iole bounced a little and clapped, pleased to have got a response. She imitated the bow, and did not quite tip herself over, though she had to flail to keep her balance.
"Awwww..." She couldn't help herself. It was just... cute n' fluffy! "Babies are so adorable. When they're sleeping," she added, with undertones suggesting she's had a few Wild Childs of her own at some point. "Hey, congratulations on managing to not look half-dead after caring for two atta' time!" She chuckled. "Babes are always a challenge."
Lear ALMOST relaxed. Almost. Remember she's the enemy, and will eat you ALIVE and LAUGH because she's not your mummy or squeaky toy! Rawr. Nevertheless, he watched worriedly at the flailing and (supposedly) younger babe. It'd be awful if someone got hurt- the crying, the screaming... oh dear.
"I got some sleep last night, by a miracle, I'm sure," Nanashi replied dryly. "You seem to be familiar with caring for children - have you cared for others?" he added.
Iole flopped forward onto her belly and reached for Lear's tail, watchingto see if he would do anything about that.
Lear was a little surprised at the flop. Was she all right? She had balanced herself, so why would she fall down? Was there something wrong with her? Was she going to attack his ankles?...
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, he was too busy being a confused ball of grey fur to even notice her hand.
Nikko watched the two children, chuckling vaguely. "Oh, one or two. I've ALSO a healthy dose of relatives with children they feel is fine to dump on me for a free sit... but mostly it was my niece and nephew. Lear and Vela are my only, er, charges, though Vela's been out on her own mostly. I have people taking care of her at home." She groaned. "Though Lear... he seems to think anything near him will either explode or laugh at him. Ah well. S'good to be insomniac."
Grab! Iole had a tailtip. She chortled happily. "Tail."
"I've never cared for children before," Nanashi said, a little stifly. "I have been a loner. Iole and Zensi are my first." He fiddled uncomfortably with his ponytail. "You seem so comfortable."
Nikk laughs. "Well, never growing up yourself helps a mite. Also, you kinda HAVE to be comfortable with a kid like him. You either become neurotic or just... passive." Shrug. "Eh, you get used to it. As long as you stay away from Soccer Moms." She shuddered. "Kid sports are dangerous. Good thing we're stuck in a house!"
Lear squeaked, flapping his blanket around at the capture. "Hellllllp~!" Oh, he was VERY good at pronouncing that word. Very very good.
" ... Soccer ... moms?" Clearly, Nanashi was unfamiliar with this concept, but he seemed to comprehend the horror inherent in the phrase. "I prefer the library here, I believe."
Iole giggled. "Help!" she echoed Lear, just because she could.
"Play nice, Iole," Nanashi said without looking.
On the couch, a ginger-colored ear lifted and angled towards the noise.
Oh noes! SHE WAS GONNA EAT 'IM NOW! Lacking the proper healthy dose of reality to understand the term 'rational', Lear twisted around, trying to yank it out. This only ended up with a pain in the tail and falling into a jumble on the floor, blanket tangled about his feet. Eep.
Nikk nodded. "Yes. Books are great entertainment. If I'd known there were some in this fun ol' place earlier I woulda' gone here sooner! ...er, wherever 'here' is." She dragged a finger along the spine of a few books, leaving streaks in the thin film of dust. "Any recommended reading? We allowed to take any OUT of the room, for that matter?"
"I think this may have been some kind of study at some point. I am fond of histories and magical treatises; there are a few here. I do not know if you share my tastes in reading materials." Nanashi paused. "I have not yet attempted to remove them from the room, so I do not know."
Iole held on, giggling. This was wonderful! Oh yes! Lear was okay, he'd play with her.
Zensi's other ear came up, then his eyes focused on the commotion. There was the sisterthing, and she was playing wrestle with something that looked like her. Wrestle was his favorite game! Gleefully, Zensi launched himself off the couch at Iole and Lear.
"History?" She screwed up her face, not quite sure what to say. "...Iiii don't like memorization, but hey. Magic sounds interesting. Remind me what a treatise is?"
The red death-on-two-legs was giggling demonically over his doomed body. Hoo boy, this was ending up as quite a night... His head turned slightly, and beneath the corner of his blanket (now flopped over an eye jauntily) he saw this tan ball of... SOMETHING leaping through the air at it. Letting out a yelp, he clung to the first warm body near him as a meatshield.
"Scholarly studies. I'm sure there are other interesting books here as well, mind you," Nanashi said, a touch apologetically. He leaned to the side slightly to check that the children weren't damaging each other, and then returned his attention to Nikkio.
Iole squeaked and oofed at the sudden deathgrip. Her claws popped out automatically, and she yowled, then yowled again as Zensi landed on top of her.
Zensi latched on to the two Ky'thri children, shoving with his paws, trying to get on top of the pile, and gleefully yelling Playplayplay!
"Zensi, indoor voice!" Nanashi said, wincing and putting a hand to his temple.
"Mmm. Well, LEARNING magic might be fun," She inclined her head towards Nanashi, quite fine with it being studies. "Heh. But Fiction is always a favorite as well."
Crash.
Nikko cringed. "Not that we really need to fabricate any action into our lives..."
Lear squirmed to keep his latch onto Iole, eyes widening at the claws and the yowling. He tried to keep his own retracted, but it was getting increasingly difficult. "Nuuuuuuu put'emaway! Put'emaway!"
The overenergetic pup (which he promptly dubbed Pure Evil) then decided to join in on the fun. His yelp skipped up a pitch then down and up again, getting a faceful of shoving paws and Jivvin slobber. See, THIS is why he wanted to be a hermit baby!
"You have a point." Nanashi elevated one eyebrow. "Shall we separate them?"
Iole squirmed and attempted to get out of Lear's grip and out from under Zensi. "Off!" she shrieked, and tried to kick at her sibling. She had already found that he was too squirmy to kick accurately, but this called for an attempt.
Zensi was delighted. This was great! He flumped his long, fluffy tail onto his sibling and her friend. Play yes? Play wrestle! he said cheerfully.
Nikko grimaced again, thinking. "...Yyya think that's such a good idea? I mean, health-wise for us."
Lear spat a few hairs from his mouth. Ugh! Fluffy tails, always annoying and get in your way. This wasn't fun anymore (well, it wasn't ever fun but you get it). Then Evil mentioned wrestling. Ooh boy, that was the last straw.
Deciding it best to just play dead, he rolled off Iole and lay flat on the floor, still as the grave. But cuter.
"I've gotten good at emerging with minimal injury," Nanashi said, and studied the minor conflict on the rug.
Iole flopped to one side and gasped for air, then grabbed Zensi's tail and bit it. That was, after all, the proper response to a tailflump in the face.
Zensi yipped and tackled his sibling. He'd been bitten! And the other one wasn't responding. Iole was more interesting.
Lear lay quiet still, though peeping an eye open every once in awhile to make sure they weren't going to fall over him. Hmm, his plan worked. Bwahahah. Now all he had to do was get out of attackle range...
Iole bit the tail again, now ignoring Lear in favor of getting the sibling properly. This time, though, she bit harder. A little too hard, actually. ... That tasted funny, and hey, were there supposed to be little drops of red on the tail?
Zensi jumped and wailed, both aloud and with his mind. OWHURTS Daddy Iole bit me Daddy fix now OW!
Nanashi sighed. "Excuse me, please." He swept forward and picked up his two charges, one in each arm. "Show me your tail, Zensi." He took a quick look at the affected appendage and shook his head. "It's not bad," he said, both tothe children and to Nikkio, "but I'd better bandage it." He inclined his head to the woman and padded towards the door. "I hope we meet again; it's nice to speak to another with adult mental facilities," he said over his shoulder.
Iole clung to her parent's robes and sulked. Now both her playmates had been taken away. And her mouth still tasted icky. Phooey.
Nikko was taken aback a bit by the sharp turn in the squabble, but just shook her head and waved to the retreating Nanashi. "No problem. Hope you can bandage that well with all the fur..." she frowned slightly, a mite worried about the Jivvie-whochever. "`Ey, thanks for the book knowledge, though. I might just bunk about for awhile and look through..." she sneezed again, wiping her nose. "Er, if allergies don't act up. Have a good one!"
By then, he had disappeared out of the room, but nobody listening hadn't ever stopped the girl before. She pushed up her glasses with a happy sigh, then propped a wet-sleeved hand against her wrist. She peered down at her dead Ky'thri child.
"Y'okay, kid?"
A moment passed in silence, before a single grey-furred eyelid popped open. His blue eyes sparkled, and slowly, slowly, he grinned. Nikko just shook a head at the maniac. "Well, good enough." And with that, she flopped down into her chair to read away. She picked up the one balanced on the chair of the old red satin seat, once occupied by Nanashi's bebeh. Hmm, 'An Elementary Guide to Archaic Magiks'. Sounds interesting. She flipped the first page, pushing up her glasses again and began.
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