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 Posted: Wed Nov 10, 2010 9:16 pm
Who said chivalry was dead? Letting Pana go ahead of him was totally chivalrous. Not that Amahté had like, tried to hold her back the moment he saw that it wasn't going to be as easy for him or anything. He'd never do that. The Scent leapt through the awkward 'v' formed between the pairs of legs and the door frame only to have his sweater snatched and yoinked back. He did the only thing his panicked brain could supply as it focused on the quickly disappearing Pana: throwing his arms into the air, Amahté ducked into the fleece of his collar and slipped from his sweater with a graceless stumble forward. If anything, he was resourceful.
Amahté didn't look back. He didn't have time for regrets or posturing-- or he did, but this time definitely wasn't one of them.
After a burning minute he had no idea where he was going. His legs were beginning to feel like jelly, there was a stitch working up his side, and now he was without his sweater. Mary was going to give him an earful tonight. Joy. He would have rolled his eyes if he didn't think the action would steal more energy away from him.
And now... now he was down one loyal subject and a pet cat. He frowned deeply, slowing to a jog as he sucked in air. All he could smell in this area was the oncoming chill, his own scent, and something that... smelt like it belonged in the coffee shop. The corners of his eyes creased as he shuffle-ran into an alley, huffing.
"Pana?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 11, 2010 12:53 pm
Aha! There he was!
“Over here!” she called without looking up to greet him. She poured a little bit of milk onto the ground and reluctantly released the kitty. She was still reveling in the fact that she finally got to touch a cat (let alone hold one!) and was afraid it would run away once freed. But holding it forever would be cruel, and the cat was already squirming out of her grip, so she put her trust in the small animal. It trotted over to the spilled milk and began to lap it up, all the while gazing at Pana in a way that implied that it wouldn’t be so easily recaptured. Sure that her mission was complete, she finally gazed up at Ama.
“Oh!” she squeaked, “Where’s your sweater? Aren’t you cold?” Pana asked in disbelief. She already offered him her shoes, there was no way she was going to give him her dress. (mostly because there was no way that it would fit)
“Scoot closer, come here.” she ordered with a pout. “We’ll share body heat.” This was a much better solution than losing her dress, and a much warmer option for the both of them.
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Posted: Fri Nov 12, 2010 1:52 pm
In spite of his post-run jitters, relief eased the boy's shoulders as he heard the familiar voice. He walked over on wobbly legs, a rare and true smile stealing over his face when he saw the kitten crouched in front of the puddle of milk. The smile turned triumphant and appropriately smug when he finally realized they were in the clear-- ah, success! It was about time!
"It was an unavoidable sacrifice," he said gravely (if not breathlessly) and with something of a pout. "Mary's gonna to kill me when she sees my sweater gone...."
He said it more to himself than to Pana, eyes fixed on the kitten; its ears flicked at the sound of his voice. Amahté frowned, "Excuse me?"
Had she really... just ordered him to do something? He knew the sound of a demand! The spiced apple Scent stared at her long and hard, but it was too nippy to really challenge her; Amahté cowed beneath her pout and dropped to sit Indian style next to her. The kitten turned its massive blue eyes on them, head lifting. It mewled, long and low, before returning to the milk-- it was far more interesting than two kids.
"You smell funny," he said instead of thanks when he was pressed to Pana's side as comfortably as possible. Not like funny-funny, but like strange-funny. Like coffee-shop-funny. Amahté practically stuck his nose in her hair to inhale.
Definitely coffee-shop-funny.
He couldn't place his finger on his unease -- he didn't want to. For all he knew, Pana could have been sitting in the shop all morning and that's why she smelt that way. Amahté was much smarter than that, though, and his brain was scolding him for acting so simple. He knew her scent was more embedded than it was borrowed... but it had been a while and he didn't want to get his hopes up.
It had been a very long time since he had even met another child, let alone a Scent child. He crossed his arms over his chest.
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Posted: Fri Nov 12, 2010 4:25 pm
“There you go!” she chirped as he sat down next to her. She had been told before (well, at from Lizzy anyways) that she was warmer than most people. Maybe it was from her scent origin, or maybe it was from her constant, never slowing down personality. Either way, she had hoped it was rubbing off on the boy.
You smell funny.
Pana snorted. She didn’t know whether it was a boy’s thing to be so direct or if it was just how people talked to her in general. (It didn’t occur to her that she herself talked to others in the same way.) Either way, she tried not to take it personally. It WAS true that she seemed to fill rooms with her aroma. It came with the territory she supposed.
“Well I think you smell quite nice.” She responded in a mock huff. She tried to keep up the facade of being offended but it crumbled quickly. She wasn’t good at pretending emotions. As for his smell, she wasn’t quite sure where she smelt it before, only that it was familiar in one way or another. She would return the hair sniff but Ama didn’t have much hair, and didn’t seem to like it when she touched him last time.
“Are you still cold?” she asked, reading his crossed arms as a sign of such. “If you live close, we could go there?”
In truth, she had no idea where she was or whether she lived close or not herself.
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