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 Posted: Thu Mar 30, 2006 12:39 am
Huh, what? Naito looked up from the precious little boy which she was lavishing all her attention upon. What did this man want? Oh yeah! Etain wasn't her kid, wow, ops what an awkward situation. It must have been very uncomfortable for the man of this boy, but in effort to set things strait Naito tried to pass it off as if nothing were wrong at all. "He yours?" She asked with a cheery smile, as she lessened her grip on Etain but continued to stroke his hair. "He's just darling."
Ma...Ma, why didn't she hug him like that. Suddenly the fear of Etain which Paxton had once held vanished and was replaced with a new found emotion of...jealousy, which soon turned to anger, and then to hate. Etain, he was trying to take Ma away from him.
The moments passed and the longer Paxton stood glued to the spot, the more rage flooded and pumped through his veins. How dare Etain, taking Ma away from him the only person in the world who---who-- Why, this creature was no better than that killer, Keanu.
Thinking quickly, or was it just acting qucikly without thinking, Paxton looked about for something to well--you'll see. His eyes landed upon the nearest object to him, a very nice long and pointy stick. With a flap of his wings, Paxton reached over and grabbed the stick, the next instant he was charging at Etain. "GET AWAY FROM HER!" came the angry squawk of the child. Uh-oh...run Etain, run quickly!
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Posted: Thu Mar 30, 2006 11:14 am
Tovar blinked at the woman, and then down to Etain. Blink, back again. "Ah, er." Apparently the man wasn't entirely sure how to deal with her nonchalance. So he floundered and answered the question she'd provided. "Yes. He's...mine. I suppose. Uh. Etain?"
The boy smiled haplessly up through his long eyelashes at Tovar, utterly content with the scritch, scritch of Naito's fingers in his hair. He could get used to this: having attention and pets lavished onto him. Hugging. He liked being hugged. Tovar wasn't so good at hugging. He was sorta awkward about most things, though. Ah well...
Etain's (somewhat bumbling) train of thought snapped itself rather abruptly to attention with the war cry. Slowly, the unicorn's large brown eyes moved from Tovar to... the...immediate end of a pointed stick, being brandished by a rather angry looking boy. Etain blinked, squealed, and rocketted off from under Naito's hand, launching himself at Tovar.
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Posted: Thu Mar 30, 2006 12:00 pm
Watching Tovar made Naito suddenly want to burst out laughing, but she quelled herself with a snicker and a smile, pretending she was just having fun with the Unicorn. This man his social skills, it was if Naito were back in high-school watching the scrawny freshman boy try to talk to the hot cheerleader girl. No she wasn't saying Tovar was flirting with her or any thing like that, but he certainly did seem to be choking a lot, tripping on his words, lacking a way to make his sentences flow together smoothly, much like that scrawny freshman boy would be. 'He must not get a lot of social interaction...'
The taller female blonde opened her mouth to say something when suddenly Etain lept from her arms, running over to his surrogate father. But why? The answer was apparent, as Paxton rushed past her shouting a banshee-like battle cry. Oh god! He was going to stab this kid in front of her. Naito was besides herself, "PAXTON!" was the only thing she managed to say as he continued to charge after Etain.
But poor Etain, if he thought hiding behind daddy would be a safe place he was terribly wrong, seeing as how Paxton continued after him until he was close enough to take a swing at Etain. " GET AWAY FROM MA! DON'T YOU TOUCH HER, SHE'S MY MA, MINE!"
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Posted: Thu Mar 30, 2006 4:43 pm
Tovar stared with mute horror as the boy brandished his pointed stick in Etain's direction. The unicorn, meanwhile, was so busy screeching and shrieking that he'd nearly crawled halfway up Tovar's body before completely realizing where he was. The young man hastily reached to support him, hauling him up to his center. Etain took it a step further and scrambled up to perch on Tovar's shoulders, hunched over the young man's head. By the looks of it, Etain was trying to hide himself in the man's hair, little fingers fisted in the wild locks. Tovar hissed and did a somewhat awkward looking dance, fingers snatching up and twisting Etain's hands out of his hair, very firmly gripping the boy's smaller hands in his own.
Etain whimpered from her perch, and eyed Paxton warily. "Stick!" he shrieked, flailing his feet. Tovar grunted as the boy's heels drummed momentarily on his chest before hooking under his chin. Not much better, but whatever.
"Etain," Tovar muttered. "Sit still, he can't reach you up here."
"STICK."
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Posted: Thu Mar 30, 2006 11:07 pm
Even though it may have been apparent to Tovar that Paxton in no way could reach Etain, it seemed that both children couldn't comprehend this idea. Etain continued with his struggling and well Paxton...continued with his! Which included trying to smeck the living daylights out of Etain who was now safely out of his reach, for better or worse on Tovars shoulders.
Naito, Naito on the other hand had managed to stay out of this little cluster screw. Yet that wasn't for long. Slowly, Naito walked over to Paxton. Had she not been laughing and smiling moments ago it would have been easy to mistake Naito for a whole new person, she was silent, sullen, dark and angry looking. A complete 180 degree shift in personality, having not known Naito very long when she did this many people found it--a little unnerving to say the least.
Reaching out a hand Naito caught the stick in Paxton's hand, she didn't even look twice as her hand wrapped around the back of his neck triggering the pressure points on his body which would subdue him. Not to worry, she caught him before he hit the ground. No apologies were uttered to Tovar or Etain as Paxton was taken away, and things ended abruptly with silence. It probably left the two standing near the fish pond wondering just what the heck had happened.
Oh well, perhaps the next time Paxton would see Etain things would go...better.
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Posted: Thu Mar 30, 2006 11:14 pm
Both Tovar and Etain stared after the two numbly. The unicorn boy blinked, straightening slightly from where he'd had his face buried in his guardian's unkempt hair. Tovar shifted his weight, took a firm hold on Etain's sides, and lifted the boy up off his shoulders, setting him firmly back down onto the ground.
Etain continued to stare at the retreating figures of the two (relative) strangers. After a few seconds, he promptly turned and buried his face into Tovar's sweater.
"Won't talk to strangers," he muttered darkly into the knitted yarn.
And that, Tovar supposed, was that.
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