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 Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2009 11:08 pm
Z leaned back into the hug. For him that -was- a public hug, it was an -armless- hug just in case of witnesses.
As she clapped her hands he had to give a small laugh though. If he thought his own mother might behave as she did, he probably would have teased her by saying something like 'yes mother'... this though was, not the case so instead she got
"Oh yes nana..." with a teasing smirk. He patted Dem's arm and moved in first, polite, but with a surveying glance on what was where on the table so he would remember where each dish was in case he needed to pass something, or wanted to ask for it.
He glanced back at Dem and positioned himself by a chair and waited for Dem before he sat. Let all of them be at the table before he did, that was simply the way of things.
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Posted: Sat Jan 02, 2010 10:06 am
"Yes ma'am!"
Demy wasn't as careful or calculating in his trip to the table. Really, he was far too busy being happy over his return 'hug' from Z and the idea of a delicious Christmas dinner to do any memorizing of the table. Besides, that was -Z's- job.
Though there -was- one thing he paid extra special attention to, and that was the seating at the table. Circular, hrm... Where was the best place to seat himself?
WELL of course it'd be between Khalla and Z! Ha, it was perfect!
He followed after Z obediently, and slipped along beside the shorter boy once he stopped to take up the seat beside him...well the one breaking up the shortest distance between the other two. There wasn't much he could do about the other side, but...oh well. At least he tried.
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Posted: Sat Jan 02, 2010 1:01 pm
Khalla could only laugh gently at Z's playful tease, cutting a bemused glance his way. It wasn't the first time someone had referred to her as a mother or even grandmother, but it never really seemed to bother her. She'd taken to her role and knew it well.
She did spare a small raise of the brows when Demy decided to sit between her and Z, wondering for the first time if he really liked her that much after a simple first greeting and a present or if there was something else going on. Well, she couldn't do much to persuade him otherwise except go along with whatever he'd prefer at this point. It wasn't like it was a big deal anyway - a round table meant she could talk to Z just about anywhere he was sitting, he just wouldn't be at her side.
"Alright, well, dig in," she waved her hands at them a bit with that pleased smile still in place. They were her guests, so she was going to let them fill their plates first - they probably lucky she wasn't doing it for them, to be honest. She wasn't going to stick them to the formalities that her grandmother might have, either. Once, perhaps, but her outlook on the world had recently had a bit of a change.
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Posted: Sat Jan 02, 2010 5:31 pm
Z blinked at Dem too, and then arched an eyebrow. No way... that would just be....
He laughed very softly but let it slide. Surely he was judging wrong.
He carefully served himself from one of the platters and looked to see whom else between his friends, would want the same.
Friends... who would have thought. Then again even though they were taller than he they weren't 'excessively tall' perhaps that made a difference in tolerability.
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Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2010 8:03 pm
Khalla could have purred with joy as she watched the pair settle in to start eating, feeling that overwhelming bubble of accomplishment welling up inside her at another job well done. There was nothing quite as satisfying as helping others and she loved it most when she could help friends. After all, she and Z were undoubtedly very close friends and she hoped (even with that suspicious jealous streak she saw in him) that she and Demy could be at least somewhat friendly with one another.
As the pair began to pass plates in her direction, she let her contemplations melt away and settled in to enjoy the meal she'd prepared (mostly) on her own. This was what Christmas was all about and even if her family wasn't here, her friends were, and that was a beautiful gift by itself.
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