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 Posted: Fri Feb 23, 2007 9:58 am
"Sign here, and here. Initial there, there, here, and another signature there at the bottom of the page."
Three days later and there stood Edge with some lab coat draped technician, signing papers.
"So you'll be totally responsible for the child's welfare until he reaches maturity, and by that we mean he's started working for us," the tech said with a grin. It wasn't the same one that Edge had spoken to on the phone, at least of that Edge was pretty sure, but there was still something that made him uneasy about being at DCorp.
"Are you ready? You get to meet your guardian now," came a very soft voice from the doorway, and Edge's vision turned away from the first tech to the next. The second was female, very sweet looking, and bounced the child gently on her hip.
“Hi!“ The child chirped and waved, all smiles. A splash of sea foam green hair, from under which two pale lavender eyes peered around innocently. A nose, a mouth, two arms, and a tail. A tail? The kid didn't have legs…
"Here you go, Mr. Edge...he's just about 3ish now. He's been combined with seahorse DNA, so make sure he gets a lot of swimming practice," the young woman said with a smile. The little boy's eyes widened at the mention of swimming, chewing his lower lip excitedly. Even his tail made gentle flicking motions.
"He won't be able to walk," Edge mentioned, nodding at the tail as it curled and uncurled next to the woman's hip. Like it was a foreign concept, the child peered down at his tail, only to giggle and smile.
“No, no he won’t,” the woman said, almost sadly. She offered a little smile, carefully switching the youngling into Edge’s hands. The little seahorse boy seemed unfazed by the transfer, instead fascinated by the sunglasses hanging from Edge’s pocket.
“But that’s not our problem anymore! Bye!” The two techs waved their hands excitedly, and in classic anime fashion, disappeared out of the room…leaving a bewildered Edge blinking down at the large eyes of an innocent.
“So they’re just gonna leave you with me, huh?” Edge muttered, glancing at the kid as they excited the massive building.
“Mmhmmm,” the little boy hummed with a nod, his hair bouncing around his head, then winced as the sunlight . “Ish bright out here.”
“Yea? Did they not bring you out a lot?” He couldn’t see why not. If what Dcorp was doing was so wrong, they wouldn’t allow (nor encourage) these children to be out in public, right? With a flick of his wrist, Edge had removed the darkened glasses from his pocket and slipped them over the nose and ears of the child.
The little boy laughed, taking the glasses off enough to look at them and then adjusted him on his face again. He held his head up high, looking smug behind the black lenses.
“Nuh uh,” he muttered, lowering his head to peer over the rims of the glasses. “They thaid I had to wait fer you.” It was amazing how much this lil’ guy was like…Edge mentally shook his head, but offered a small smile nonetheless.
“Well, I hope you didn’t get used to that. I’m gonna make sure you get out a lot and have a lot of fun as you grow up.”
“Yay!” the boy cheered, both little fists up in the air and his tail curled up happily against Edge’s side.
"I assume everything went well, Sir?" Wilbur asked, holding open the limousine door with a warm smile at the small, if pecular, looking young lad. Edge grinned, as the little one in his arms frantically waved a hand at this new person in his life.
"Hi!" the seahorse said, his smile lighting up his face behind the sunglasses. "Who're you?"
"I am Wilbur, Young Sir...an employee of Mr. Edge's."
"An employee and a friend," Edge added.
"Hi Willbuurr!" And the little one waved both of his hands this time.
"Wilbur, this is...is..." It was at that moment Edge realized no one had ever made mention of the little guy's name.
"Do you have a name?" Edge asked, pausing in the door of the car. You could see the little one's nose wrinkle, his brow deeply furrowed in thought as he, well...thought.
"It would appear not, Sir," the butler mentioned.
"Nuh uh," the boy finally answered, for the first time his little face seeming sad.
"Well, then we must find one for you," Edge looked at Wilbur, his mind going through the names he'd learned and met, names he thought he'd forgotten. Names he should have forgotten...
"I think the name Reese would be a fitting one, Sir," Wilbur finally mentioned, with something like a reserved smile on his face.
Edge's brow crinkled somewhat before looking at the child in his arms. His gentle attitude, his willingness to be friendly and smile, the happy outlook that just radiated from every...scale. Perhaps things really do come back to you if you love them enough?
"What do you think of Reese?" Edge finally asked, gently poking the soft belly of the young boy.
"Reeth? That me now?" and he smiled that smile...perfect and bright and happy.
"Yea...that's you now. Reese."
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Posted: Sat Feb 24, 2007 10:58 pm
Edge sat with his laptop, pondering away the predicament before him. Reese could not walk. Being a seahorse, he had no legs and would never grow them..so he would never be able to walk.
Glancing up, Edge watched the little child doze on the couch, clutching a blanket under his chin. He breathed deeply, his tiny nose twitching every so often, but otherwise Reese was still. It had been a long day for Reese, but none of it had seemed like a sensory overload on the child. Actualy, he had been quite excited to explore everything.
But he had remained attached to Edge's hip. Something Edge was not planning on letting Reese develope into a habit.
I'll just have to figure out a way for him to get around, Edge pondered to himself. If he were a normal little boy, they would have put him in a wheelchair...
"Well, why not?" the man suddenly, quietly, wondered out loud to himself. He looked over at the boy again. He'd need to build up a lot of upper body strength, but it would work. Though, the house itself wasn't very wheelchair friendly.
"But I can figure out the house later..." Edge said in a mutter, feeling a very proud grin curl at the corners of his mouth.
It took a few hours, and Edge had to call in a couple favors, but by the next morning, several wheelchairs were delivered to the front step of Edge's home. A construction crew was also there, setting up to make a few modifications on the house.
"Fer me?" Reese asked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as Edge carried him down from his room.
"Yep, for you Buddy. I know it's hard for you to get around without legs, but this should be a big help." And Edge sat with Reese near one of the wheelchairs...hopefully one that wouldn't be too big for the little boy.
"Have you ever seen these before?" Edge asked. Reese thought on it for a moment...and somewhere in the back of his head, he remembered seeing some man with a really sad face wheeling around in a chair very similar to the one in front of him.
"Yea...there wath thomeone who had one," he finally answered, reaching out to touch the arm of a chair. It was smooth, and metal...the cold sensation making him shiver somewhat and curl against Edge for warmth.
"Well, good then. So you know you don't have to be afraid of it."
"Not 'fraid!" Reese protested, his mouth pouting as he reached out for the chair, making "grabby hands" and whining. "Not 'fraid! Lemme thee!" And he wiggled, trying to dislodge himself from Edge's hold.
Which only made the stronger man laugh. "Okay, okay! Here." With that, Edge set the tyke down in the chair, watching as Reese pondered his positioning. It seemed a little big for him...but not too much that a little growing would't help.
"Make it move?" His little voice questioning as he wiggled about.
"Like this," Edge said as he reached out for Reese's hands, placing them on the guides of the wheels and closing his little fists around the metal bars. "Now roll yourself around." And Edge gently shifted the wheels, demonstrating how to move them around.
You had to give the kid some credit. It wasn't exactly a "struggle", but there was no way he'd be powering himself along for any extended amount of time. He managed to roll the wheelchair forward just a little bit before he got stuck.
"I need to pracith," Reese said almost bashfully, running his fingers over the guide. But the smile returned, the little boy beaming up at Edge with all the adoration in the world. "But thith nithe. Thank you, Poppa."
Poppa? Did he just call me Poppa? Edge was quick to smile, reaching to ruffle Reese's green hair...making the child giggle with glee.
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Posted: Sun Feb 25, 2007 6:55 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 27, 2007 11:12 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 27, 2007 11:14 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2007 9:38 am
"Where'th Poppa at?" Reese called out as he sat at the kitchen table, crayon in hand...working on homework. Wilbur had been right, it wasn't so bad. Actually, it was a lot of fun! He had a whole box of 64 pretty colors to use...each one sharp and perfect and just ready for him to color with.
"He's at work, Young Sir," Wilbur answered over his shoulder, taking a small taste of the sauce in the pot before adding another dash of garlic powder. Reese paused, glancing up with a little frown on his face before picking up a new crayon and scribbling away.
"What'th thith?" Reese asked, holding up one of the papers and pointing at the big balloon looking thingie with wiggly arms.
Wilbur glanced back at the small child. "An octopus." Reese peered at the picture, puffing out his cheek in thought and then grabbed a nice funny blue color for the...octopus.
"Poppa workth weird," the seahorse muttered with a wrinkle of his nose. The parents on TV always worked during the day, while their kids were at school, or went to work at night while their children were asleep. Edge was usually home during the day, but didn't always go to work at night...and he never had a briefcase or papers he had to take care of.
Looking somewhat sad as he gave a sigh, Wilbur went pack to his cooking. "It's what your father does, so that's how it has to be."
"What doeth Poppa do?" Wordlessly, Wilbur wondered when Reese became so full of questions.
"He's a...business man, Young Sir."
"That thoundth boring." Reese's little eyes squinted as he colored with a gray crayon, setting it down...and wincing as he heard it go sliding across the table to land on the floor. Wilbur glanced up, watching it roll along the ground, glancing at Reese.
"Whoopth," he whispered, offering a giant grin at the butler. "Can you get that fer me, Willbuur?"
Wilbur chuckled, rolling his eyes and giving an exaggerated sigh as he stooped down and picked up the crayon, "Well, I suppose so," then set it down on the table. "You won't be able to finish those without it."
Reese giggled, shaking his head vigorously as the crayon came rolling back to him. "Nuh uh! And I wanna be done for when Poppa cometh home."
"Then you better get a move on it, Young Sir...it's almost time to stop for dinner."
"Kay!" Reese chirped excitedly...scribbling away.
 
 
 
 
"A rainbow Z?" Edge asked after he came home, holding a very proud Reese against his hip. The child nodded, pointing excitedly.
"I athked Wilbur and he thaid theebrath are black and white...too boring!" And Reese's face scrunched up, his pink little tongue sticking out of his mouth. "I gave him color!"
"Heh...that you did, Buddy...that you did."
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2007 10:34 am
"Poppa...how do you thpell Nibal?" Another day, another worksheet...this one had numbers on it! Reese liked the numbers, counting was fun. And Wilbur had taken the time to show him more numbers than what was on the paper...he could count up to twenty now!
But for school, he only needed to know up to ten. So there he sat in his wheelchair again, coloring in with his big box of 64 crayons...
Edge glanced up from his laptop, smirking some at the young seahorse who was growing up way too fast. Like all children did, but...Reese seemed to be going in fast forward. Probably because of his DNA make up.
"N-I-B-A-L. Try sounding it out next time, Buddy...gotta learn to use that alphabet." Reese wrinkled his nose...looking down at the paper.
"N...ni...nih.....b-baalllth," he said as he wrote out the name. "Poppa, look!" And Reese held up the paper for his father to see.
Edge peered at the paper...chuckling as he saw what his son had done. They were all colored in very nicely, save for the "9 needles". Instead, Reese had scribbled out every sign of the needles and written "Nine Nibals" instead.
"Don't like needles, huh?"
"Not one bit!" Reese stated very definitely, a proud smile on his face.
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2007 12:03 am
Edge watched as Reese finished coloring his numbers worksheet, rolling himself away from the table to go tack it into the refrigerator.
"Can I watch TV now?" the child asked, already half way to the living room simply because he knew homework time was over.
"Just a little while, Reese," Edge called after him. "We've got things to do tomorrow." But Reese was off, and Edge could hear the cartoons that blooped and twirled on the television.
There was a little ding on his laptop, and Edge glanced down to see he had another new Email...from DCorp? Rolling his eyes, he opened the mail to find they wanted a journal kept of Reese's development...a progress report, more or less.
"I suppose they have to protect their investment," he muttered...pulling up a new message.
Progress Report So you want an update, hmm? Very well. As I'm sure you know, it's been well over a decade since I've taken care of any children, but having Reese in the house has been quite the refresher course. Thankfully, he's easily amused by your typical childhood toys and cartoons and doesn't get into much. It's definitely been an easier task this time around...but then again, he's only been here a few months and we're only getting started. I know the hard parts are yet to come. I can only hope that he remains as cheerful and friendly as he is now. I don't know if you purposely tried to burden me with a legless child, but I have you fooled. Reese has taken to using a wheelchair almost as naturally as he has swimming. His bright outlook on life has so far prevented him from seeing it as a handicap. He was very proud and excited to show it off to another DCorp child at the pool just a few weeks ago. Which reminds me, what sort of seahorse DNA did you use for Reese? I've tried researching, and there's no mention of a seahorse with toxin resistance anywhere. According to the father of Nibal, Reese should be dead now. Does he naturally have an immunity to poison, or was that something you added in? Would have been something nice to inform me about.
"Sir?" came Wilbur's quiet voice from the door, and when Edge looked up he smirked at the sight of a sleeping seahorse child curled up in the butler's arms.
"I'm got him, Wilbur," Edge whispered, carefully standing and taking the child from the other man's hold. He started to carry the young boy up the stairs to bed, when the slumbering Reese shifted, making a little questioning groan as one pale purple eye opened.
"Time for bed, Buddy."
"Kay..." Reese whispered, nestling against his father's chest with his tail coiled up around Edge's arm as he was taken to his bed.
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Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2007 10:41 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2007 11:21 pm
While Edge is dropping off his homework at DCorp, Reese meets Ala...and learns the truth about where he's from.
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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2007 12:00 am
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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2007 12:06 am
Zyanya looked bored as she flipped the card with the torn corner back and forth on her knuckles, she wasn' sure why she had decided to call the kid. Though his smiling sticky face came to mind and she could only smile. Yah ..perhaps she needed to smile again.
After all she had been grounded, she was bored and needed to talk to someone so why not a lil kid? they were more interesting that most people. Besides her mom didn't she wasn't allowed to call Reese.
Laying on her stomach she dailed the number and then waited while listening to the phone ring.
"Hello, this is Edge's residence," Wilbur's voice stoically answered as he picked up the phone. He never would get used to saying that, but with Edge being, well, Edge...there wasn't much else he could say.
There was noise in the background...somewhere, Reese was playing with a set of Legos. Building a "mountain"...a very tall mountain that looked more like a tower than anything else...he made his little Lego men climb to the very top.
Eyebrows furrowing at the sound of Wilburs voice, she automatically hung up the phone. Staring at the receiver as if she wanted to hit someone's face in, she took a few calming breaths before dialing the number again.
This time..for sure she would hear Reese's voice. Not that stogy old man.
"Hello. Hello?" Wilbur repeated, then with a quizzical look into the phone he hung up. Not having taken two steps away, the phone rang again. A brow raised, he restepped back to the phone and picked up.
"Edge's residence," he said again...his tone no different from the last time he spoke into the receiver. Out in the living room, Reese glanced up from his game fleetingly. Probably another business call for Poppa. He got a lot of those these days...even if he didn't seem very happy about it.
Trying to restrain a growl from coming out she cleared her throat instead. "Is Master Reese home?" She asked her hand gripping the pillow in front of her tightly just in case she got angry. Then she could take it out of the pillow rather than the phone.
She would not hang up on him this time...otherwise this would go no where.
Wilbur blinked, and then his eyes narrowed. He recognized that snappy tone...Z. Of all the people Reese had made friends with, she would be the first one to call him back. And nothing irked him more than her calling him "Master". Wilbur, after all, was not a slave.
"Young Sir will be with you in a moment, Miss Z," he said in as professional a tone as he could muster, placing his hand on the talking end of the phone.
Count backwards from ten...then speak. Do not allow him to hear your frustration...
"Young Sir?" Wilbur finally managed, exhaling a deep breath he hadn't know he'd been holding. "There's a call for you...it's Miss Z."
"Thee?" Reese suddenly perked, bouncing in his wheelchair before quickly wheeling himself out of the living room to where Wilbur stood with the phone. Making grabby hands up at his babysitter, he nearly snatched the reciever from Wilbur's hands.
"Hi Thee!" he spoke loudly, bouncing in his wheelchair again. His first phone call...and it was from Z! How cool was that?
Beside him, Wilbur sighed...and then returned to cleaning the glassware decorations in the hallway.
Gritting her teeth she listened to his...tone. Yes wilbur was trying very hard to stay professional. She wondered what she could do to make him sound like a real person....
Soon though the thought passed as she heard a very young voice speak into the phone. She reconized that speech slur, it was Reese.
"Oh good day to you Reese. How is the little icecream eater? have you had lots of treats since i have seen you?" she asked just happy to hear the tykes cute voice. Her anger melting away nearly instantly though she had a sneaky plan anyway.
"I'm good!" He nearly screamed it, and somewhere in the background Zyan might have heard Wilbur speaking to Reese, saying he didn't have to be so loud. She would hear just fine. "Oh, thorreh Willburr," Reese nearly giggled...his voice much softer and more of a conversational tone when he spoke to Z again.
"Poppa thayth treatth are thpethial...for when I'm good. Tho I get a lot!" He was proud of that. Edge usually gave him a piece of candy or something like that...but ice cream for finishing all of his dinner had quickly become a favorite.
Squinting she tried to figure what Reese was saying. It was harder to make out when she could read the boys lips. Ah...got it.
"So..your a really good boy huh? You want to learn some special word you can call Wilbur? It is very special, you can only say it to Wilbur it is that special." she whispered into the phone her tone sounding a bit too impish.
Reese's eyes widened behind the faceless silence that were phone conversations, and he nodded his head quickly; the movement making a soft whooshing sound against the receiver.
"Yea! Yea, yea! Willburr will like that!" Oh wow! That was so nice of Z! Wilbur had a special name for him, he called Reese "Young Sir" and Poppa was "Sir"! So now Reese would have a name for Wilbur too! "Tell, Thee! Tell!"
In the background, Wilbur's brow arched. What would he like? Anything that little...monstrosity suggested could not be good.
Wearing a smug smile Zyan fidgeted on her stomach before listening to the boys earnest cry of pleasure. Good, now to teach.
"Now this is a special word. Only meant for Wilbur ok? you can't tell anyone else this word or it will become something terrible." she continued her smile deepening.
"Now...I learned this word a little while ago," she continued, she had been trying to learn japanese and...was picking up slowly. "Now the word is....Baka.." she said with a nod of her head, smugly she knew this word meant stupid fool or idiot depending on the context which suited Wilbur perfectly. She wouldn't teach him swear words, but Baka...wasn't a bad word so no harm in teaching him that right?
"Repeat after me now. Baka." She continued.
"Baka," Reese repeated one to himself, then again when Zyan asked him to. He laughed happily, glancing over at Wilbur who was looking at him every now and again. Reese couldn't wait to started calling Wilbur Baka! It would be so cool...and Wilbur and Poppa would be so pleased that he was learning something new!
Baka wasn't a word that the butler recognized, but again it was coming from the mouth of Z...and there was a creeping feeling up Wilbur's spine that it was not a good word. Not that there was anything he could do about it now...he would just have to wait until Edge got home to ask.
Zyan gave a tinkling laugh. "Very good! Now this word is special, your are only to tell it to wilbur and no one else ok?" she enforced to the child, thinking that it was unlikely that Wilbur would know what Baka ment.
"now tell me how you are doing." she said moer like a command than asking, but then again Z was fairly bored and wanted to test her skills against someone...
"Ok Thee," Reese said with a vigorous nodding of his head, making the whoosh sound against the phone again. He looked over at Wilbur and beamed, his little eyes squishing up with his smile. It made the poor man even more nervous...there was no way this was going to be any good.
"Gooooood." He answered her...command happily, bouncing in his chair. "I wath playin' Mountain Climber with my blockth." Like he would know the difference between a question and command over the phone? Besides, this was his friend Z...Z was always awesome and nice!
"Oh? Mountian climber?" she repeated a bit bored as she shifted on the spot. That sounded like a childs game. Right Reese was a child.
"Reese I am going to give you a nickname you want to hear it?" she said thinking someone on the spot and a smile on her lips. It was the perfect nickname for Reese. Absolutely perfect.
"But I can't tell you your special name unless I come over. Is that ko? Came I come visit you Reese?"
It was almost an audible movement as Reese's whole body perked. His eyes lit up, his tail coiled tightly around his footrest, and he bounced nearly enough to rock his chair.
And Wilbur didn't like it one bit...because he knew what was coming next.
"Wilbur! Can Thee come play?" Round eyes wide, pleading, wanting...what could Wilbur do? Z was, whether he liked it or not, the young boys closest friend right now. Oh why couldn't it have been that frog boy Edge had mentioned? Or...just...anyone else?
"Of course, Young Sir." Z might had been able to hear him in the background. "Does she need a ride?" It took everything in the butler's power to not grind his teeth with the last bit of his sentence. He didn't want to play slave to her every unnerving desire.
"Yay! Thee...can you get here?"
Technically Z wasn't allowed to leave the house, but she knew the perfect way to get out. "Hmmm a ride? that would be very helpful. How about I stay over at your place? then we can have lots of fun!" she coaxed, she realyl needed to get out of the house even if it was jsut for one night.
"I promise we can play lots of games." she continued.
A sleepover??? Good gravy, his first sleep over!!!
"Willburr!" Wait...wait wait! "Baka!" Reese shouted it, waving a hand at Wilbur to make sure his father's friend understood he was still being spoken too. "Baka! Baka Willburr! Can Thee thtay over tooo?"
Oh, that was almost too much for poor Wilbur's brain. Twitch twitch went an eyebrow, and he sighed. If it had been his decision...but it was not.
"You'll have to wait for your father on that one, Young Sir. Now does Miss Z need a ride?" There were footsteps as Wilbur made his way over to the phone. Again, the whooshing of Reese nodding.
"Then ask her if I may speak with her mother then...and we will discuss directions to her home."
"Kayay!" The last words that were spoken away from the receiver before Reese's voice was directed to Zyan again. "Thee? Can Baka Wilbur thpeak to your momma? We'll come pick you up!"
With her mom? oh dear that could ruin some plans. "Ah...sure. let me go get her." she said with a bit of hestiation in her voice. "One second ok?" she said as she put the receiver down and went to find her mom.
"Mama!" She called out looking for Jayoku and eventualyl finding sitting on the back porch reading a book, Jay looked up when Z came out.
"Yes?" She inquired with a raised eyebrow.
"Mama, is it alright if i babysit tonight?" she asked making up the story as seh went along. "remember that lil kid in the wheelchair? Reese? Yes well I was asked to look after him tonight. His butler asked to speak with you for directions." She continued hoping her mom wouldn't catch onto her fib.
Blinking her mom went to stand and placed the book on a little table and stretched.
"baby sitting? I didn't think you liked kids much." she said with a look that showed her rising to her fib.
"Well..Reese is different." Z managed to say staring at her mom full force she learned quickly that looking away was a sign of lying, so if she kept looking at her mom she couldn't be lying right?
"You are grounded...but I guess you can baby sit for tonight..." Jay trailed off before moving into the house. "You said the butler needed to speak to me?" She continued and Z nodded her head.
"Yes he said he needed directions to pick me up."
Jay nodded her head and looking for the phone spotting it lying on the couch. Picking it up she cleared her throat a bit before speaking.
"Hello, this is Zyanya's mother speaking."
"Hello Miss," Wilbur started in his usual friendly and polite tone. "I don't know if you remember me, but I am Wilbur, one of the caretakers of Reese? Your daughter befriended him at the mall the other day." He glanced down at the young child who smiled at him so brightly. Of all people...Z...bleh.
"Are you sure you don't mind Miss Z coming over tonight?" Oh please say you mind...oh please say you mind.
Jayoku recalled seeing the oler gentleman with the young boy, she had been a distance away but, normaly she didn't like her daughter going to a strangers house.
"Well she certianly seems eager. She mentioned something about having to sleep over, is that really necessary?" she asked wondering what kind of babysitter would be required if there was butler around?
"Reese mentioned that to me also, and I know he would love to have her, but that's not a choice for me to make." Something sounded fishy here. There was something someone was leaving out..and Wilbur would bet his buttons it was Z doing the leaving out. "I told Reese once his father comes home, the children can ask him...but for now, Miss Z has been invited over to play."
Oh, if she didn't hate him now, she most certainly would after this.
Invited over? Jayoku tossed a loko Zyan's way eyes narrowed, "Well then I can't refuse the boy, but I will let his father decide on the sleeping over part."
Zyan could feel the jig was up, just by the look her mother was giving her, oh dear... this would probably mean her grounding would be longer wouldn't it?
"Very well. May I have your address please..." Somewhere in the background there was a shout of excitement. Reese was rolling himself around in circles, laughing gleefully. "Young Sir...Sir!"
Reese paused, and smiled bashfully at his butler. "Thorreh, Baka Wilbur."
Wilbur sighed some, returning his attention to the phone. "May I have your address, and Reese and I shall pick up the young Miss."
Jayoku nodded her head though she knew they couldn't see it. She quoted the address by heart, before casting another dark look to her daughter. "Thank you sir. Shall you be picking her up soon? I shall get Zyanya ready." She said her hand clenching a pencil hard enough to have veins pop out against her skin.
Zyan knew she had crossed a line somewhere, this wasn't good.
"We'll be leaving right after our conversation ends. Thank you very much, Miss. Reese and I look forward to seeing you." It was only half truth...but anyway. Wilbur would say his goodbyes and hang up the phone, turning to Reese who was simply glowing with happiness.
"Come along, Young Sir. Let's get you ready to go pick up Miss Z."
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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2007 12:17 am
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2007 10:09 pm
Reese and Edge go to park...and Cody starts trying to make a man out of Reese. xD
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