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 Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2008 6:43 pm
Ohgod it was clinging to him now.
Maelon offered Silas some sort of bizarre smile that looked like he was torn between feeling dismayed and unsure. There might have been some tiny bit of "aaw" in there too. You never knew. "Yeah, you got me. So, do I have to get you back now?" This game was really slow. It was probably more fun when you played with not only more people, but people your own age.
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2008 6:51 pm
Yes. Yes it was.
"Ya!" Silas yelped, grinning and giggling as he dodged lethargically through groups of people. Okay, so...losing a kid in the city.
Probably not a good idea.
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2008 6:57 pm
Right, there he went. Maelon shoved his hands in his pockets, tapping his toes as he started counting. One... two... three... four... five... okay this was a good enough head start. Besides, he was only walking after the kid. It was only when he noticed that Silas was making his way through a crowd of people did the dark chocolate Sin'aeis speed up his walk a little. He didn't want to lose Silas in the city. Jesse would kill him. Twice at least.
"Sy~ I'm coming to get you!" He was hoping that toddler would at least make a sound so he could find him easier. Otherwise, he would be in deep, deep trouble.
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2008 7:00 pm
Oh, of course. Sy was a wild, loud little thing. He yelped and giggled, turning to look back at his pursuer.
"NUH-UH! I GONNA WI--" And then he hit something solid. A tall man, not his daddy. Sy stared up at the man, finger going in his mouth, looking terrified...and then, out of nowhere:
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2008 7:07 pm
Yes! He responded to the bait! Maelon picked up his pace to a quick shuffle, violet eyes on the look out for an orange toddler. How hard could it be to find him, really? Unfortunately for the teen, the city was full of people with brightly coloured accessories today. Within in time, he was stuck in the middle of the crowd, trying to locate a runaway toddler. Oh s**t.
It was Silas' cry that alerted him first, and he darted off in that direction. "Oy! Sy! Come back this way!"
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2008 7:10 pm
There came no patter of toddler's feet as the man Sy had run into tried to comfort him.
It obviously wasn't working.
Wailing and terrified, Sy ran in the direction of Maelon's voice. Upon actually catching sight of the teen, he rushed to him and clung to his legs.
"MAY! MAY! HE SKURR ME!"
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2008 7:21 pm
For a moment Maelon through the toddler had been kidnapped. It was a very frightening moment, especially since he was sure that Jesse would kill him. He was also slightly – just slightly, no more – worried for the little orange boy. Getting kidnapped was a good way to ruin a nice personality like his. He needed to keep his happy-go-lucky attitude for at least a few more years. But he didn't really care about the kid. He was just worried about his life. Yeah, his life. Right.
Luckily for the teen, the wailing got louder as Silas came running through the crowd towards him. Phew! He was saved! Maelon reached down to awkwardly pat Silas on the head when he clung, still not used to being around people this small. "You're okay kid. Prolly didn't mean to scare you or anything. Don't need to cry...." How did you comfort an upset toddler?
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2008 7:27 pm
Silas sniffled and removed himself from Maelon's leg, holding his arms straight up above his head. He wanted to be picked up, to be held, to be cuddled. It would make him feel better!
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2008 7:32 pm
.....
Maelon stared down at Silas, not entirely sure what the boy was doing. Why was he holding his arms up over his head? Was this some sort of gesture? Was he supposed to know what this meant? The teen glanced around, looking for something to cue him in, however nothing around him seemed to be providing any hints. "Uh... you need something squirt?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2008 7:34 pm
And so Sy made grabby hands, lower lip wibbling, big round tears rolling down his cheeks.
"Up?" he begged, "Up!"
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2008 7:38 pm
Oh s**t he was crying again. Maelon flailed mentally, resisting the urge to shove his hands in his pocket and get the hell out of there. He needed to at least get this kid back to Jesse. Alive. And preferably not crying, because he knew the kid's guardian would totally blame it on him.
"Up?" Mae repeated, blinking as it set in. Oh. He wanted to be help. "Tell you what, how about a piggy back instead?" There was noooo way he was carrying this toddler. Piggy backs were at least a little more dignified. He crouched down to allow Sy to hop on, hoping the toddler would take the option. Otherwise he would be in big trouble. Again.
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2008 7:54 pm
Silas' screaming just got worse. No! No piggy-back-rides! He wanted to be held!
Luckily for Mae, Jesse emerged from the crowd, not looking so much angry as irritated. He picked the child up himself, cradling Silas in his arms as he pressed his damp face into his father's chest.
"...I'm...not gonna ask."
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2008 8:03 pm
How come this kid didn't like piggy backs? What the heck kind of kid was this? Maelon stood up with a scowl, inwardly debating if he actually wanted to pick Silas up. The kid was wet and disgusting, and as soon as he picked him up he would cling. Ew. That was just... ew. No thanks.
Luckily for Maelon, Jesse decided to show up at that moment, and the teen took it as he cue to leave. At the man's comment, the dark chocolate Sin simply shrugged his shoulders. "Then don't. I'm gonna go now. Gotta go get my laptop." It wouldn't be done for at least another hour, but Maelon was not staying here anymore. Toddlers. Bleh.
Thus, the teen shoved his hands in his pockets and slouched off in the direction of the gadget store. Jeeze. The things he did.
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