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 Posted: Fri Jan 01, 2010 10:01 am
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2010 7:34 am
 They huddled up close in the dimness of Mimosa’s room, the ruddy glow of a paper lantern. Comfortable cushions scattered around the room made it a comfortable nook, and being as the afternoon had warn on, Belle found herself surrounded by her sisters, buried in a world of penned ink and magic as she read aloud to them. “An` then, Santa’s elves loaded up his sleigh full of presents. They knew those precious, hand-made gifts would soon find their way beneath every tree, an` all the hard work they had so lovingly put into those gifts would bring joy to all the children of the world. Santa smiled warmly at his workers, proud of all they had done, especially the smallest elf of them all-” The girl’s voice was cut off as the sound of the door opening woke her two younger siblings from their fantasy. “Papa, he ees home!” “. . . .Papa. . .” Without hesitation, Sasha darted from the room to meet her father. Belle set down her story and helped her sleepy sibling out of her cushions, guiding her slowly to see what their father had spent so long out in doing.
Caruso was just as shocked to see the girls as they were to see him. The little elf’s eyes widened in awe and terror at the sight of three girls waiting for him, one a squealing shark-dragon-thing, another a demon, and yet another a COW?! What kind of place was this? The small bells on his hat jingled loudly as he cuddled into his father, narrowing his eyes at the girls. The effort was a futile one, for Eilender wasn’t going to have it and set down the boy, gently nudging him forward. “Caruso, these are your sisters. Girls, this is Caruso, he’s going to be living with us now, so please be nice.”
Nice, it seemed, was subjective. The first thing that Sasha did upon the boy being within her grasp was grab hold of his hat, biting down softly on one of the large bells and smiling impishly at him. “Ees good meeting you, I am Sasha. I am to be loving thees hat!” The siren child found a gentle hand pulling her back, causing her to relent upon her ceaseless nibbling. It was the cow girl, smiling warmly at the boy as she returned the bell to its proper placement. “I’m so glad you’re gonna be in our family, Caruso, my name’s is Belle! I’m the oldest. This,” she motioned to the sloth child who had, again, managed to fall asleep on her feet, “This is Mimosa. She’s a sloth, patience demon angel. She’s really sweet and really nice once she’s awake. You already met Sasha, she’s our littlest sister!”
Words like these did little to encourage him. Grabbing his hat, he pulled it further down on his head and averted his gaze. When he had been told he was going to have lots of siblings to play with, no one had told him they would all be girls! A soft hand gently turned his head back towards them, it was the cow girl again, Belle, was it? “Come on now, won’t you smile? We’re so happy to meet you!” The sheer look of delight on her face as she said that caused the sulk to cease, if momentarily. Finally, he murmured, “I’m…happy at meetcha to…” A smile pulled at the corners of his mouth as he watched her face light up at his response. Silly girl, getting so excited over such a small thing. It seemed it was contagious, for Sasha gently drifted around him, hovering over his hat and batting at the bells again.
Eilender watched the exchange, worried, anxious at first - only to watch as the children slowly began talking amongst themselves. It would take a little time for the small elf to become really a part of the family, but something told him it was going to be a good Christmas, and better for having such a small wonder come into their lives.
(( Really, really, really late journal entry. Curse you, Military! Forgive crappy writing, haven't written in over a year. Working on getting more entries in some kind of chronological order leading up to this point in time. Please have patience. ))
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 11:32 am
Wasn’t Christmas meant to be spent together?
The house smelled of ginger and cinnamon. Fragrant tendrils of spice warmed the senses, whilst the soft melody of carols could be heard drifting on the frigid winds to culminate on their window sill. Festivities would soon be kicking off, and the anxious smiles of children could be seen reflected in countless hues of red and gold decorations. Two such smiles were those of a small boy and his sister standing together at the kitchen table. Her hands guided his as he clasped the cookie cutter over an expanse of russet hued dough, pushing down gentle to form a ginger man yet to be born as they lifted it from the canvas and onto the cookie sheet. A flash of light immortalized the moment, Penterino allowing his lover to peer over his shoulder at what he had captured. A gentle kiss on the cheek confirmed Eilender’s affectionate approval.
Nearby, their other two girls were at work decorating. Mimosa handed off each card one by one to Sasha who hung the family greetings all over the doorframe. Sasha dashed around, tacking up each new card excitedly, admiring the beautiful scenes depicted on the front of each one. However, the girl stopped upon the next card handed to her, looking upon it confused as to what kind of card this was. “Papa? Thees card is very strange. Vat ees “Mixers” - ees holiday greetings?” The two men exchanged glances at yet ANOTHER letter from the adoption agency’s moniker. “Give it here, sweetie. Let me look.” The girl surrendered the card to her father, her sister stopping her work to watch the adults as they discussed something in hushed tones.
It wasn’t long before Eilender had grabbed his coat, venturing into the snow with letter neatly tucked away. The children had stopped their holiday preparations, confused by their father’s behavior and distressed he was leaving in such a hurried manner. “Daddy, where’s Papa goin`?” “. . . .Why is he leaving. . . .?” “Ees Christmas! Supposed to home being! Papa!” The girls cried out one by one, though their brother held his piece, unsure of what this all meant. Penterino did his best to console them, hurriedly coming up with an excuse. “Well, your father had to…Go check on a present. They sent him a letter about it, so he had to go, that’s all.” Deciding it best to divert their attention, the fawn ushered them back into the kitchen and closed the door. “Come on, we still have to decorate these cookies, don’t we? Who wants to draw on gingermen?” That seemed to do the trick. The kids began working at their own length of acceptance of the situation, each choosing their own designs to place on the sweet confections.
About an hour later, the cookies were finished and the story came fresh in their memories. Just how long was their father going to be gone for? Before they could query the destitute man further, the door opened, beckoning them in a flurry of crystal winter. The children rushed to meet Eilender as he stumbled in, his features rosy from the cold and characteristically cheerful, if more so than usual. Penterino sauntered in after the children’s wake, smiling fondly as he noted the bundle wrapped in the man’s coat. “Welcome home love, I see we were right when we guessed at our “Christmas Present.” Excited, the young ones could no longer contain themselves. “Papa, welcome home!” “Oh Papa, vat did you breeng us? Ees a present?” “. . .Presents. . .” “Daddy, when do we get to open it?” The last question in particular caused Eilender to burst out in mirthful laughter, holding the little bundle in his coat tighter. “Right now, Caruso. We ALL get to open it, right now!” Pulling back the warm insulation, he revealed a present none of them could have forseen. Another elf! A girl at that, with rosy red cheeks, bright amethyst eyes, and a nose that glowed alight all its own.
Eilender set her down, watching as the tiny girl ran to the others and clasped her hands around Caruso’s, finding comfort in seeing someone akin to her here. “Merry Christmas!” she chirruped, hugging him close. “My name is Ellette, oh wow, I didn’t know I would get to have such neat siblings, and, oh!” she gasped, releasing him and rushing to Belle, reaching up to touch the cow child’s ears, “They’re so soft and cute…What’s your name?” Not seeming to mind being touched, Belle smiled and hugged her new sister, nuzzling her. “Belle! And this is Sasha and Mimosa!” Mimosa, awake for all the excitement keeping her so, joined the hug, nestling close to Belle and waving shyly at her new elven sister. Sasha was not so subtle, quickly encircling Ellette, pulling her close before little, tiny feet landed atop her head. “Ees another sistar. We soon have whole house of sistars! An Papa, an Daddy, an brother! Ees big, happy family!”
In the midst of all the excitement, Caruso stood in mild shock at yet another female entering his life. But this was something different, really. She was an elf, like him, and this made them closer to family than anyone else in the house, really. The boy moved over to the huddle of girls and reached up to touch Ellette’s ear, smiling. “Yes?” she queried, turning to greet his touch. The boy only shrugged, smiling, “Merry Christmas, Ellette. Welcome home.”
(( Really, really, really far back dated ))
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2010 12:43 am
Christmas was over, so now what?
Large white flakes fell heavy onto Caruso’s bright orange locks. Small bursts of steam punctuated the air as he strained to push the large snowball, gaining size with every inch as he wandered further into the yard. Right now it stood as tall as he did and caused pretty good resistance until a sudden impact startled him. He yelped as the sudden stop knocked him back, and quickly pushed himself to his feet, facing whatever it was. “Hey! What was that for?!” Caruso found himself looking into the dark green eyes of a stranger he’d never seen around here before. The boy was his age, well tanned, with messy black hair. Like the elf, his ears were pointed, but something told the boy that they were vastly different, as close as this like feature brought them. “I’m sorry,” he began, “I really didn’t mean to run into you. I wasn’t looking where I was going. Are you building a snowman or something?” Caruso straightened up at the apology and brushed snow off of his coat. “Just look where you’re going next time - and yeah, I’m gonna build a huge snowman! I’m almost done with the bottom. By the way, who are you anyway?”
The boy looked over the snowball approvingly, moving closer to Caruso to help get some of the snow off of him. “I’m Tristan. I live in the neighborhood. Want any help building? I like snowmen.” “Caruso, and yeah!” At the suggestion, the elf’s mood recovered quickly and he started finding things for Tristan to do. “Well, I can finish the bottom while you start on the middle. The head won’t take long at all, so we can do that together and find rocks for eyes.” The plan seemed to work fine. Tristan nodded in response and began packing the snow up while Caruso rolled the larger portion to a climax, as soon as he was done, the two of them lifted the midsection up and began on the head. It only took a few minutes work before the three tiers of snow had been erected. They stood back from it, examining the bare pallet to work on. “Do we want a jolly snowman, or something else?” Caruso picked up a few rocks, piling them up as he though aloud, “Well, I have a bunch of sisters. Want to do something to give them a surprise? Like have him missing an arm or having an eye patch out of rocks?” then the idea hit them both. “A pirate snow man!” “We could even give him a stick leg!” “What about a hook like branch for a hand?” “Brilliant!” The two boys grew more excited with each suggestion and promptly set to getting supplies. Tristan, being the taller of them, made the eye patch of pebbles on the face and a fierce scowl. Caruso, meanwhile, went and broke some branches off a stunted tree and fitted their pirate for a peg leg and hook. Soon enough the thing looked like a menacing snow buccaneer, and the two sat satisfied.
Caruso grinned as a puff of steam erupted in a content sigh. “We did good. You make cool snowmen, Tristan. We should make another sometime soon.” “Yeah…” the boy pushed himself up and smiled down at Caruso, turning to head off. “We’ll make another one real soon, but I have to get heading home for now. It was really nice meeting you.” Caruso didn’t get up, but waved after him as Tristan left. Before he was out of hearing range, Caruso called after him, “See you soon! I can’t wait to tell my sisters I made a friend.” This caused Tristan to pause momentarily, a grin forming upon his features as he chuckled softly, nodding. “Yeah, friends.”
(( Backlog for January ))
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Posted: Sat Oct 09, 2010 1:18 am
Stolen chocolate had to be the best kind. The two boys sat together on the brick parapet that separated the town yards from the fringes of the wood of Gaia. Tristan handed over another one of the random assortments to Caruso and smiled mischievously, carrying on the game they two had been playing. “Call it.” Caruso took the chocolate and turned it over contemplatively, sniffing it briefly before making his bet. “Coconut. What will you raise me?” “Two caramel and an almond.” Sattisfied with the bet, the boy popped the chocolate into his mouth and winced, confirming he had been mistaken. “Blech - strawberry taffy. Ok, your turn, and I’ll raise a chocolate cream to whatever you bet.”
The game continued for a while longer, the two boys laughing at each failure and boasting at each success until the soft sound of snow breaking beneath small feet caused them to pause. A girl, not much older than they were, was approaching. Her small frame was bundled up in thick winter coats and a muff hat, but from beneath all the layers, it was obvious she was not human. Two long ears had escaped her hat and her legs bowed with animal like movement; specifically rabbit. “Hello,” she called, “Whatcha doin out here in the snow?”
It appeared that she at least knew one of them, and Tristan responded in kind, smiling knowingly. “Amber! Hi!” The boy patted the spot next to him, beckoning her while turning to his friend. “Caruso, this is Amber. She comes to visit me every once in a while, and she’s real nice.” The girl plopped down heavily in the snow and wiggled to clear the seat off, nose twitching, ears forward in fascination as she leaned over Tristan and towards the elf. “Hi there…It’s nice to meet you, Caruso.”
Soft red hues snuck up on the boy’s features as she leaned in and he scotched back a little, thanking the cold for concealing his reaction. “Hi. Nice to meet you too - we were just playing with chocolate. You… wanna play?” Picking up a chocolate, he offered it to her, watching the rabbit take the confection readily. She seemed to like the idea, so he pressed on, pointing to the box. “All you do is try to guess what kind it is. If you’re right, you get whatever we bet from the stuff we already know. If you don’t than it’s someone else’s turn and you bet some of your share.” The girl giggled and winked at him, popping the chocolate in her mouth and grabbing another. “Okay! Sounds like fun!”
Between the threesome the chocolates were short work. The children were soon laid out in the snow, stomachs full and faces stained with the remnants of valentines stolen away from the adults. Despite the inevitable belly ache they seemed satisfied with themselves. The snow cleared away as Amber was the first to move, creeping over to where Caruso lay with eyes closed in content. Leaning in close once more, she pressed her delicate pink nose to him, causing the boy to start, looking up at the older girl in confusion. She only giggled at his reaction. “Hey Caruso…guess what?” The boy could only shrug, watching her gently boop him on the nose. “Happy Valentines day!” Squirming, he looked away, ear tips twitching in embarrassment. Tristan watched the two, and snickered, unable to contain himself. Caruso shot him a glare to quiet him before he muttered, “Y-Yeah, Happy Valentines Day…”
((Backlogged entry from February, trying to catch up ))
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Posted: Sat Oct 09, 2010 7:14 pm
The snow had begun to melt and the earth was moist and alive again. Flora and fauna alike had begun to awaken to the call of nature's beckon, and so too did a small boy's attention turn to fancy. Fancy indeed - Caruso had begun hearing voices.
At first they were small and fleeting, little snippets of conversations he knew immediately he wasn't a part of. Then it turned into things about him and full fledged debates about things he didn't quite understand either.
Weren't the voices in your head supposed to be talking TO you?!
The boy didn't know. Honestly, he was scared and didn't want his family to know. Instead, he made it a point to avoid them, at least for now. At least until he could figure out where the sounds were coming from and who they belonged to.
As of now he sat in the quiet of his room, window open to allow the spring breeze to caress the large bells that hung from his hat, dangling before his features. It was almost totally quiet, the only sound audible being those bells chiming so softly in the breeze. The melody did not betray the delicate buzzing of wings that had assailed his sanctuary. The insect went unnoticed, as most do, for a while until - like most without higher intellect - decided to open his mouth.
"What a dump." The sound caused Caruso to start with a whimper, "Who's there?!" "What do you mean, who's there? I'm there. Here even. Stupid boy." The elf child sprung up and turned about, desperate to find the source. The voice went silent, the buzzing growing audible now as the fly approached and perched on the end of the boy's nose, causing wide green eyes to fixate on it. "D-Did you just t-talk?!" The fly rubbed its legs and wings and peered up with hundreds of eyes narrowed at him. "Of course it was me, stupid. But maybe you're not - not all humans, or whatever you are, learn to talk."
"Talk?" he gasped, backing away from the fly in futile effort, "You're the one not supposed to talk. You're a bug! A fly! Why are you talking to me?!" The fly lifted off and buzzed around the child a few times before landing on the end of one of his bells,fluttering its wings in amusement. "Well, I don't know. I've always been able to. You're new at it though, so I'll be nice..as I get anyway. Don't bother learning my name or getting attached, we don't live long, but I'll keep you company if you like." Caruso stared blankly at the fly for a few moments longer before, finally, he nodded, smiling shakily. "O-Okay...Fly, tell me what you know..."
(( Backlog for March ))
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Posted: Sat Oct 09, 2010 7:18 pm
“Why does it rain so much in April?” the little elf asked. They sat together by the window, watching the rain as it blanketed the earth. Belle smiled as the large drops rolled down the emerald foliage beyond the glass pane. “It rains so much so many, many plants can grow and rainbows can bring color back to spring, Caruso. It’s been a warm year, so we’ll have lots of big blossoms when May comes.” All of it sounded very poetic. This didn’t really phase the young boy, he wasn’t much into poetry. She seemed so happy though; he didn’t dare spoil it with words. Instead, he gently curled closer into the cow’s velvety skin and closed his eyes. This was perfect. This was how it should be. He could feel every breath she took, every heartbeat, and how warm she was despite the slight chill that still hung in the air. A small smile stole onto his features as these things lazily traipsed through his mind and he couldn’t help but wonder why everything seemed so vivid when you closed your eyes and just listened and felt everything move.
An arm wrapped around him as he mused, it was still just Belle, enjoying the rain and the quiet. She was strange that way but he still loved his older sister. Sometimes it just felt like she was the only one he ever really bonded to. Sure, there was Ellette. She was so sweet and giving, but so busy all of the time. They were just different sorts of elves, he guessed, although they were the most alike in some aspects. Mimosa was just the opposite, boring, cold, distant in dreams of far off places. Sasha? He shuddered then at the thought of the Siren child. His eyes opened to reality again and his wide emerald eyes glanced up at Belle, narrowing in pleasure. “I love you.” he whispered. The girl started for a moment before she turned and looked down at him, eyes wide with shock, giving away what her voice didn’t. “What did you say?” “Nothing.” He wouldn’t tell her, he couldn’t. Instead he fumbled over the words before shrugging indifferently and looking off at a wall. “I said, I hate dew. It’s all wet outside, and I want April to end.” Her body shook against him softly as she laughed that beautiful, warm laugh of hers. “It will end when the storm clears off. Then we’ll see the rainbow together.” Shrugging, he tried not to care. Only once he knew she wasn’t looking did he smile again. ‘See the rainbow together’. Yes. He would like that, and he turned back to the window. He was waiting for the storm to clear.
(( Backlog for April ))
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Posted: Sun Oct 17, 2010 8:24 am
"It's follow the leader." he said, tossing back his hair and smiling wide with that boyish confidence. "And I'm the leader! The woods behind the house will work, so come on, let's go!" Caruso's laugh filled the air as he gently took his little sister's hands and tugged her along, breaking into a run.
Ellette followed as close as she could, taking on his challenge. She had abandoned her pretty winter dress now for shorts and a t-shirt, shoes with bells for little sneakers that squeaked as the moisture from the damp grass streaked over the smooth of a rock. Her brother helped her over only to take off again, winding his way farther and farther into the trees.
She was right behind him though, the sunlight glistening off her bouncing curls as they hung loose and free in the spring air. The density of the woods let up, giving way to a clearing within the spruce and pines. It was empty, and she paused, confused where her brother had gone before something bowled into her from behind. Startled, she cried out and tried to catch herself, but hands had caught her waist before the fall and she looked up to find the wild ginger haired boy grinning down at her. "Got ya!" "Caruso," she whimpered softly, "You scared me." "Sorry...you can lead now though."
The boy set her down and free and plopped down in the grass, smiling up at her expectantly. She was new at being a leader though. Looking around, she put a finger to her lips before deciding to run to the small hillock in the clearing, taking the top of it and flopping down there. Caruso followed her example, unsure of just what she was doing. "Now what?" a gesture was his reply as she pointed to the sky. "Tell me what you see. I see a deer, that one!" she pointed it out and looked at him, watching his emerald eyes narrow and nose scrunch up before those eyes widened and he pointed to another. "A castle in the sky! And I see a princess."
The girl cocked her head and looked at it hard. "I don't see a princess." The boy didn't say more about it, but chuckled as he glanced over at her and shrugged, casting his gaze skyward. "I guess you didn't look hard enough. There, there's a dragon!"
It went on for the rest of the afternoon. The sun was almost set by the time they were home, and their older sister had been out to look for them. A brief scolding and a half-hearted apology, but still, it was a day well spent.
(( Backlog for May ))
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Posted: Sun Oct 17, 2010 8:36 am
It was hot, sweltering really - but the party of the year. Caruso had snuck out the back with some old meat in a plastic bag and headed out towards the woods. There, he could hear little voices ambling on, growing excited as the boy neared and ducked into the sheltered copse of evergreen.
"Did you bring it?" "Oooo - it smells positively putrid!" "I love old roast beef, it's just so...so gourmet!" "I think I see mold!" The little voices came all at once, growing more intense as the flies swarmed and he was forced to bat them away gently before spilling out the contents he had brought them. The flies went after it immediately, like sharks onto a hapless victim. Caruso watched the scene, wincing slightly before the majority were sated enough to notice him as a person and not as a caterer.
The little boy sat down and the flies took their perches on nearby foliage. One in particular landed on his hand and shook it's wings, cocking its head side to side with those unblinking try to repay you. What do you want, boy?"
In reality, he was a little intimidated by the number of them, but he was bigger. He was in charge! So they had to listen, right? Rearing himself up, he tried to look important. "I-I wanna know about the woods. Like, open places and where things are. I know there's a little clearing not too far from here, but are there any ponds or good places to play?"
The latter question brought up an odd conversation as the flies tried to comprehend what "play" meant and how to do it. In the meanwhile, they named off a few places he was glad to find out about, like a little quarry, and a meadow towards Barton. Things like that were useful, after all! All the other kids would wonder how he knew so much so young, but he'd never tell. Instead, he listened to the flies and what they had to say until they had no more and he made to leave, only promising to bring more food when they had more to tell him.
(( Backlog for June ))
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Posted: Sun Oct 17, 2010 9:14 am
"Let's go to the beach!" it had sounded like a great idea. The boy had promptly gotten into his swimtrunks and piled all of his stuff into the car, shouting after his sisters to hurry up and get in.
That was then. This was now.
Caruso was in pain. Eyes squeezed shut, he hissed as his father's fingertips gently flowed over the tender red skin that popped and cracked with every contact. "I'm sorry, hun, I didn't know that the sunscreen wouldn't take!" Eilender murmured, squeezing out another oversided blob of aloe into his hands before applying the freezing cold goo to the poor kid's back and shoulders. Caruso shuddered and whimpered, trying to escape to no avail. The sunburn was everywhere and it had left him tired, sore, and drained.
Penterino was proving to be more comforting and competent at this, and offered the small boy a popsicle, stroking back his hair. "It'll be ok, Caruso, the sunburn will go away in a few days..." weeks...who knew. The fawn wasn't going to tell him that. Brushing back the boy's bangs he smiled sympathetically as he noted the sun had brought more than just the burn. Small, dark spots had scattered over the child's features like dust from the wind. They wouldn't come off though, and made a rather unique look to the child who had no markings before now.
Turning to his love, Penterino whispered softly. "Next time, we're gonna have to remember - the poor kid is a ginger, so next year, let's go to an aquarium or something instead." The man was interrupted by another whimper by their son, bringing back their attentions to him. Next year would be different - but for now, they would all have to deal with the poor child's sunburn from hell.
(( Backlog for July ))
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Posted: Sun Oct 17, 2010 9:24 am
The family was out for an outing when he saw it. The girls had gone on ahead and rushed into the toystore, but Caruso had stopped short of the door and peered into an old cardboard box left just short of an alley. Inside were broken toys, bits and pieces of things no one wanted or really cared much about. Pulling away from his father's hand, the boy walked over to it, looking over the left over things before his eyes fixated on something.
It was a bear. The thing was dark and scraggly, with one eye ripped off, stuffing poking through the scar, and the other understuffed to give the teddy almost a mean look to it. From it's lips, a makeshift cigarette hung (most likely the work of some wayward teen) unlit and as dour as the rest of it.
The elf reached in and picked it up. He brushed off some of the dirt and smiled, feeling how soft the toy was despite how beaten up it was. He looked over his shoulder at his dad and held it up, grinning. "Can I keep him?!"
Penterino looked down at the child with a concerned look of confusion. "Honey, are you sure you wouldn't rather have one of the new toys inside? This one is kind of old and musty." "B-but, he has character! Lookit him! All the other bears look the same... and he's so soft!" The pleading look on the child's face melted the fawns heart. Hey, if the kid wanted a free toy that badly, who was he to say no? "Alright, alright. We'll see if we can't sew him up when we get home, and get some more stuffing into him. I'm sure Belle has something in her sewing box..."
The boy hugged the bear close, grinning wide in delight. "I'm gonna name him Smokey!" Penterino laughed softly, wincing a little at the irony of it. "Smokey, right...well, I'm sure he'll be a happy addition to the household..."
(( Backlog for August ))
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Posted: Sun Oct 17, 2010 9:43 am
"But I don't want to give up my shorts..." the boy whined, clinging to them as he shivered. "I like not having to wear all those thick things!" The boy could only watch helplessly though as his summer things were packed up into a bin and placed high above his reach, ushering in Fall and then Winter soon to follow. Eilender was having no pity it seemed as he offered his boy a sweater and slacks, despite the protest he faced.
Caruso wasn't having it though. Glaring at the long pants he growled softly. "NO! I won't wear them! I want my shorts!" The man wasn't having the attitude though. Cooly, he shrugged and set the outfit down on the couch, getting up and heading toward the kitchen. "Fine," he remarked, "go without pants if you want. I'm sure your sisters will find it very funny to watch you go play out in your underwear."
Upon the revelation, his eyes grew wide and he tried to shake the mental image out of his head. Angrily, he glowered at the clothes before snatching the outfit up. He didn't like it. He just didn't like it - but between going around naked infront of his sisters and wearing long pants, he would settle for the pants, even if he did hate them. "Fine!" he shouted, pulling them on once he was away in his room, "But as soon as this whole cold nonsense is over, I want my shorts!"
(( Backlog for September ))
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