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 Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2011 7:33 pm
Sparrow grinned, his eyes flickering briefly to the tail that switched back and forth along with LW's amusement. She was so easy to read, and yet simultaneously he wanted to figure out more about her.
"I'm only sweet to those who are the epitome of sweet, such as yourself," he answered her loftily, examining a piece of paper that had been lying across his desktop. He frowned, however, at her description of the examination - chasing a ridiculous fast minipet..? That did not exactly sound...well, exam-ish, but he supposed when it came to a school like Amityville...there was really no telling what would occur.
A smile quirked Sparrow's lips upwards. "I assure you, I get my butt kicked by my older siblings quite often, as well as my cousin. She goes here, you know, though I haven't seen her yet."
He winked at LW just as someone else swaggered up to their both - a black dog with a smirk on his face and his hands in his pockets.
"The one that wasn't really mathematics? Yes, I was in that class," Sparrow replied, with a dry amusement. He stood and lifted his hand, offering it to the black dog. "My name's Sparrow. And you are..?"
He lifted his brows, then gestured at the booth. "This is my campaign booth. Running for student council, you see - treasurer."
Beaming widely at the two of them, Sparrow almost did not see a third person come ambling up, tail swishing behind him like a large fluffy pillow until the boil was right up front, his nose pressed to the booth, eyes wide and curious.
"Jove!" cried Sparrow happily, reaching out to fluff the boil's hair affectionately. "Glad to see you stopped by - what are you looking at?"
The puppy's ears were perked upwards, and he seemed to be quite interested in the little wispy things that Sparrow still wasn't entirely certain as to what they were. "Oh, those," he said, frowning slightly as he absently stroked Copernicus' back again. "Copper found them a few days ago, but I'm not really sure where they came from.."
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2011 7:48 pm
Jove made a short grumbling noise as his hair was ruffled yet again. What was it with people wanting to touch his hair all the time? But at least Sparrow wasn't trying to kiss his hand anymore, that was terribly embarrassing, and more than a little gross.
He reached out again to pet the wisps, ears perking back up into place after the hair fluffing. Surely Sparrow knew what "those" were. It was only too obvious to the canine boil that they were like himself.
The pup tapped his fingers against the table, moving his hand towards the fluffs in an "I'm gonna get you!" type motion. When he pulled his hand back, the wisps followed in a playful manner. He proceeded to ruffle each one, and then did it again. Wisps were even more fun to play with than foxfire pups, no sharp little teeth to nibble at your fingers!
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2011 7:57 pm
"Don't worry," said Sparrow, catching Jove's disgruntled expression. "I do this to my siblings all the time and get the exact same reaction - even the older siblings, so don't think I do it to you because I think you're a little kid or something."
He winked at the boil, but then his eyes were drawn into the wisps, confusion furrowing his brow. It was clear to Sparrow that Jove knew exactly what these little pets were, and was now proceeding to play with them as they flopped along the table, purring loudly.
He glanced at Jove. Then back at the fluffs. Then his brain went DUH.
"Ohhh, so these are like you, aren't they?" Sparrow asked brightly, looking to LW for confirmation. "These are what you are, right Jove?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2011 9:19 pm
Tybalt tilted his head slightly when the other boy offered his hand.
"I'm Tybalt." He answered, removing his own hand from his pocket and reached out to take Sparrow's; giving it a good shake. At least he didn't have the wrong person. Yes... That would have been awkward.
"Booth for... oh." Ah yes, he finally clued in. "That time of year already?" he asked and took another good look at the booth, even though he already knew the answer to that. If he thought about it, he should have known. They were starting a new year soon, he had already had his exams. One would think he would remember about the student council campaign. Though maybe it was because he treated the last one as a joke that he hadn't. He wasn't one for 'politics' to begin with.
"Hey Jove." He greeted the foxfire boil as he came up between him and LW, before moving closer to play with the foxfire wisps on the table.
"I don't think I got a chance to say it yet, but grats on making it to year two guys!" He said to both of his canine friends. "and good luck on running for treasurer!" He said, turning his attention back to Sparrow with a grin full of serrated teeth.
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2011 10:07 pm
Jackdammit there was another blush to grace her cheeks after those words! Epitome of sweet? Oh man, she could feel the heat this time from blushing. Thankfully (for now) he was looking down and examining something on his booth. LW promptly stared down at the ground as if fascinated by something by her feet.
Glancing up at mention of 'butt kickings' and older siblings, LW grinned and then brightened at hearing 'cousin'. "Ohhhh! Right! You are Cora's cousin. I've met her. She's pretty cool." And their first meeting was quite memorable and one of her favorites. That had also been the night she'd met Ren and Natalia. "She and Morton are usually hanging around. Haven't seen her since the laundry detention we all had though."
Hearing a familiar voice, LW shot a look over her shoulder (no there was not another blush forming!) to spot the black dog. "Well, look who decided to get off his lazy butt and come visit!" LW teased right back, grinning at Tybalt. "Seen anything exciting or is this your first stop?" She asked, nudging him in the side once before looking between him and Sparrow. Before she could actually say anything in introductions, another familiar boil appeared. Right between herself and Tybalt. A huge grin sprang across LW's face and her tail wagged in return. "Jove! Glad to see you out here too." As was basically customary, LW ruffled his hair in that older sibling sort of way (at least it wasn't a hug or a kiss on the cheek - both she was known for doing), winking at him before watching as he went to pet the foxfire sitting on Sparrow's booth.
Violet eyes looked back up at Sparrow with slight surprise. "You'd never seen them until then?" She asked, head tilted slightly and a small giggle escaping. The first thought that came to mind was the poof pile in her best friends room. The second was the pup in front of them all. Smiling, she nodded her head in confirmation, watching the little wisps play together. "They are foxfires. Just like Jove. Wisps."
"Yes! Congrats to both of you as well!" LW gave both her canine friends a grin. "Totally glad to have exams over?" She sure was. And then, to be the sly thing she could be, and since Tybalt had given the opening, "Right! You two gonna vote for Sparrow, right?" She gave the black dog a look and a nudge. "Maybe take a pin. I bet you'll remember his name next time." LW added in a teasing voice.
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Posted: Fri Sep 02, 2011 10:39 am
The fact that Sparrow had to defend himself, and say he wasn't treating Jove like a little kid further reinforced the pup's impression that he was indeed being treated like a little kid. But could he really expect much of anything from a reaper? Even if it was a nicer than average reaper who hadn't made any move to threaten him, didn't seem to threaten Tybalt, and even seemed to be friends with LW... He was still a reaper.
And he couldn't fault the boil when LW insisted on ruffling his hair not long afterwards.
One of Jove's ears swivelled back, and he favoured Tybalt with a quick look and a tail wag before going back to his play. It was perhaps his silent way of saying "Congratulations to you too!" In a very child-like fashion, of course.
He was only partly listening as the others resumed their conversation, it was much more fun to play with the little fluffs than make those incessant chattering noises everyone else seemed to use for conversation. But then he heard his name. And as his ears turned backwards to listen, it became clear that they were in fact talking about him, rather than to him. And his relation to the little wisps in front of him. It was almost embarrassing, like looking at one's incriminating baby photos. No, he certainly was never that tiny and foolish. He rested his chin on the table and play-swatted at the little wisps in front of him, hoping nobody would notice his blushing.
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