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 Posted: Sat Jul 30, 2005 11:19 am
Puddles and Muddles.
Splish splosh.
Squelching up the driveway, Naita took a large bite out of the odd concoction in her hand- celery filled with marmite and chocolate sprinkles. One would hope it was the pregnancy leading her to eat such... odd things.
Speaking of that pregnancy, her swollen belly had now slumped lower, indicating the late stage of her pregnancy. The baby was sitting low, and unfortunately, this was having rather an adverse effect on her bladder.
As such, the gentle splash of her ragged old boots hitting the odd puddle was not as soothing as she seemed to remember it once being.
Splosh.
Popping the last of her morsel into her toothy mouth, the woman exhaled loudly. She wished this kid would make it's exit, she could pee a torrent right now, and it was barely half an hour since her last speedily acquired trip to the toilet.
"You're nothing but trouble," she said to her large stomach, and with the perfect timing that only the painful can achieve, the babe inside kicked in answer.
This provoked a torrent of swearing from the expectant mother, as she gazed at this growing bundle of flesh.
"Git," she stated simply. Ah, motherly love.
Splish.
In Naita's breast pocket, a piece of paper fluttered. How it got enough air to flutter in a pocket now very tightly compressed against the swelling of milk-filled bosoms was a mystery, but flutter it did.
Unbeknownst to it's kind taxi, Naita had got herself into a world of trouble. She had landed herself with one of what she referred to as "them things. Them things that... eat."
Yes, she had landed herself a ward.
Splosh splish.
Unfortunately, Naita wouldn't discover this until she noticed the scrap two weeks later, looking for her favourite bra.
It would, at that time, prompt a stretch of words no censor on earth would resist rubbing their chubby little hands together with glee over, projecting exactly how many decibels they could fit into that bleep.
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Posted: Sat Aug 13, 2005 12:00 am
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Posted: Sun Sep 18, 2005 12:34 am
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Posted: Sun Sep 18, 2005 12:39 am
RP- Meer meets DS & co.
SacredSaturn: The radio that occupied the corner of the kitchen counter blared out The Monkees that evening. Pleasant Valley Sunday, DS noted with a touch of irony. The day was right, but if this was a pleasant valley she would eat her scarf, instead of the lasagna she was busy preparing.
At least everything was mostly quiet, save for the music. Xue and Eriol were immersed in some sort of newfangled game they had made up, involving catapulting sponges across the yard. She wasn't sure of the mechanics, but it was fairly messless- a little water just helped the lawn- and they seemed to enjoy it. She was almost reluctant to call them in. A few more minutes couldn't hurt.
Crunching up the drive, Naita eyed the small girl attached to her left hand suspiciously. How the hell did children appear out of paper? How the HELL had she managed to get one of those pieces of paper? And most importantly, what the hell did you do with little girls?
How was a woman who didn't even remember her own childhood meant to deal with someone elses?
At least the kid seemed oblivious. Meer was wandering along, peeping at the ladybird contained within her own left hand. She had named it Cedric, and declared it to be King of the ladybirds. Naita had declared Meer a strange child.
Eventually, the pair entered the house, door slamming shut behind them, announcing their arrival.
"You two could have played a few more minutes," DS clucked before turning around. "Oh. Um... good evening."
With that profound statement she inched away, back towards the oven. She hadn't forgotten their last arguement, and rather than risk a repeat she figured avoidance would be best. At least until she was sure that someone wouldn't get hurt. A little too preoccupied to notice the woman's manner, nor of the disposition to remember an argument lesser than nuclear holocaust, Naita smiled at DS, before plonking herself on the nearest chair and plopping Meer down likewise.
The girl smiled benignly on this, merely eyeing Cedric and exclaiming;
"The king is hungry! He wants fried beetroot!"
Following this proclamation, she dissolved into a fit of giggles.
Naita's head made quick contact with the table.
It was hard not to smile at the giddy girl. "I'm afraid I don't stock fried beetroot, young lady, but there's lasagna for people, and I'm sure we can find something for that king of yours." Though come to think of it, maybe buying some of the requested plant at her next market visit wouldn't be a bad idea.
To Naita she whispered "There's a fresh jar of pickles on the bottom shelf, if you'd like an snack beforehand." Then, leaning towards the window, her volume rose. "Eri, Xue, dinner!"Head still down on the surface, Naita waved a hand in an attempt to make a grateful gesture.
The rather muffled sound of her voice echoed with a '"thank you," but it seemed the day was a little too much to deal with eyes open and removed from something reassuringly solid.
"Oh, lasagne will be fine. The king is by no means picky," piped up the little redhead.
Xue wants food! Yummy, special food! biggrin
The Porcelain ran in, nearly tripping over his robes in his haste, and quickly righted himself. It was then that he noticed the two ladies, both feeling oddly familiar, the bigger one moreso. But the smaller one was wearing green! Excited all over again, he waved to both of them.
HELLO! Will pretty girls be Xue's friends? Observing this entrance via hearing alone, Naita was rather confused by the hustle and bustle of the boy's entrance.
Mind ticking away, she ascertained that the kid couldn't be too big, as the sound of footsteps wasn't too thunderous, but the energy exerted worried her immensely. She was living with kids more hyperactive than coffee hounds!
Waving a hand in non-commital greeting, the smile she tried on was entirely useless, hidden as it was.
Meer, meanwhile, grinned at the boy.
"Hallo!" she exclaimed, before holding out her little friend for him to see.
"You're in the presence of royalty, y'know."
Wow! Xue had no idea! surprised
He peered at the red spot, amazed. Is this a king or a queen or a Lion-man?
"Is who a what?" Eriol frowned a little as he trekked into the kitchen, carelessly tossing his jacket over one of the chairs. "Mom, are we having comp'ny for dinner?"
But DS had left, likely to get some necessary ingredient she had forgotten about. Instead Eriol looked towards the one adult in the room, taking in her swollen belly and the redhead with her. "You a friend of Mom's?"
"A king," Meer exclaimed happily.
"King Cedric the bold and sweet of scent."
The girl was certainly not short of imagination, that much was sure.
Sweet grin turned towards the teenage boy to enter, she greeted him with much the same attitude she did anything, eagerly.
"Hallo!" she called.
Finally raising her head, Naita nodded at the teen to so plainly query her.
"Sure, we'll go with that," she uttered, before casting a weary glance at Meer.
Wooooooow. *o*
Xue is honored to be in the presence of royalty!
The frown only furrowed. "That sounds like some grown-up excuse. An I'm not a little kid 'nymore." Eriol barely paid attention to Meer at all, giving her a small wave. He took the chair nearest Naita and sat, drumming his fingers against the table expectantly. Well, if the boy didn't want to talk to her, no loss.
Meer turned back to the friendly one, grinning countenance fully for his attention now.
"He likes to sail on leaves. He sailed to the edge of the earth once! Well, that's what he told me. He said it was greener than he expected. And wetter."
Too tired for a teenager and his angst, Naita simply cradled her head in her hands and shook it from side to side.
"Your mum is the best one to ask."
Under her breath, the woman muttered;
"I need a drink. Bob, pop out, I need vodka!"
Well, at least she seemed to accept the babe growing inside her existed now. It was the first time she had referred to it as more than 'that thing,
RhubarbDumpling: ' or the like.
A cheese grater and a hunk of romano occupied DS's hands, so she nudged the door open with her foot. "Oh, Eri, sweets, could you set the table?"
She was rewarded with a frown. "Who's this?" Eriol demanded, folding his arms.
DS paled. "She's... a guest. She'll be staying upstairs for a while." It didn't seem important to mention that she had been there for a while already. What he didn't know wouldn't hurt her, and her life seemed threatened enough as it was.
A pale finger pointed at the "king," its attatched hand quivering with delight. King must have had lots of fun! Whilst Naita silently nodded, behind the screen of her hands, too tired to bother really attending to their speech, Meer giggled happily.
The ladybird seemed happy enough to stay in her hand now, perhaps simply accepting it's fate, and the girl had come to invent many a story of 'King Cedric.'
"He fought the mantis army, too. Won by sheer force of mind."
Amaaaazing. O_O
Suddenly eager to impress, Xue hopped backwards. He knows a dinosaur! His Neechan lives behind a couch with a dinosaur and a bunch of fun toys!
Eriol, table-setting completed opened his mouth, but was interrupted by a plate of dinner rolls being plunked down in the middle of the table. "Pets away please. The lasagna should be ready in a few, but for now why don't we break bread and introduce ourselves?"
It was a delay tactic, but also a necessary one. After all, people couldn't live together without knowing eachother's names.Pets away? But... Cedric wasn't a pet! He was royalty!
Sighing, Meer reached over to deposit her darling in Naita's breast pocket, receiving a pair of wide eyes from the woman.
"No pockets," she exclaimed nonchalantly, before grinning at her 'mother.'
Groaning, Naita merely submitted to this excuse, before eyeing the bread hungrily. She hadn't noticed just how little she'd eaten today, what with children appearing and the like.
Xue will start! Brushing a few crumbs off his robe, he stood.
Xue is Xue!
Bowing a little, he sat down again, thoroughly pleased with himself. That was his best introduction yet!Naita quirked a brow.
Meer, however, followed suit, swallowing the great hunk of bread occupying her mouth, and standing.
"I'm Meer. This is my mum," here she pointed at Naita, who turned a pale shade of ashen grey.
"Am I staying here too?"
All the commotion over arrivals and birthdays and useless family reunions (which this was starting to feel like) had driven the question of Meer's housing completely out of DS's mind. "Of course you are, honey. After dinner your mum can help you pick out a room upstairs."
Eriol was still frowning, but he didn't question the issue. "I'm Eriol," he said slowly, not bothering to stand. "Nice ta meetcha."
At this, the girl grinned widely. She would choose a room fit for Cedric!
Naita, stuggling for a moment under the weight of her belly in an attempt to stand, eventually gave up and simply waved at the other occupants of the table.
"I'm Naita," she said, adding, as an afterthought, "pleasure."
It wasn't an accident that DS had left herself for last. After she heard what everyone else had to say, she pushed her chair back and stood. "I'm DS. This's my house, but I'm glad to have you here. Please, enjoy dinner."
As if waiting for the introductions to finish, the kitchen timer beeped loudly. DS rose to get the lasagna, but before her back was turned, watched the table. This just might work.
Meer, happily kicking her legs back and forth in disjointed rhythm, sniffed appreciatively. She was hungry!
Naita, weary though she was, mustered up a grin at the thought of packing her swollen belly with food. Ah... food.
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