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 Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2006 8:45 pm
"Well there was a little incident with a stop sign and Oblivion." Ice admitted, shaking her head.
"We were too young to know better." Walter said, as if repeating something he had been told many times before. "Next time we'll look both ways before stealin' the stop sign." He added lowly to Xana.
"Walter!" Ice said, with only a hint of laughter in her voice. She couldn't help it, as much as she tried to. "But I love those earrings, Cressida. You do jewelry, Leon?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2006 9:24 pm
"Just about every piece of jewelry I wear anymore he did," Cressida answered for her lover, pausing to cast an adoring glance at Leon. Her fingers touched the tanzanite pendant at her throat, though; it had hardly left its place around her neck since Christmas. "Except this, of course. He found a local shop that does things nice enough for his artist's eye."
Quixana only barely shifted out of Anemone's way and, without hardly looking, reached out to cuddle her to his side. Little fingers scratched at his sister's curls as if she were a dog or cat. Clearly he had gotten used to dealing with Annie's need for physical attention. "And then some and," he paused to consider. "Better make it a stop sign no one ever uses, y'know? Don't wanna cause axy-dents."
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Posted: Mon Jan 01, 2007 4:32 am
"I work on commission," Leon said, and casually stole a few of Quixana's fries: it was a paternal right. "Means I can work from home. - Haven't done anything lately, been too busy with the kids..."
Anemone managed to bridge herself over both her brother and Walter, which meant that she had both physical centers of attention: there was a grossly self-satisfied gurgle at her brilliant management of this situation. Terror also decided that at this moment, he needed to fling himself down Walter's shirt.
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Posted: Mon Jan 01, 2007 8:59 am
Walter yelped, finally taken off guard as he twisted around to look at the very "friendly" daemon. "What are you doin' in there? You stealing my cookies?" He asked, peeking down his shirt at the daemon.
'Get away from my forgotten.' The words snapped through the telepathic plane, and Oblivion's eyes glowed red as she let the piece of metal she had been eating drop and headed under the table to climb up onto the chair and try and HAUL the little piece of slimy flesh from his shirt.
"Oh s**t." Ice said, only to slam her hand over her mouth since there were little ears listening. "Oblivion, don't--,"
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Posted: Mon Jan 01, 2007 6:14 pm
Walter, Quixana and Anemone fell to the floor as Oblivion pounced: there was nothing on the telepathic plane from Terror other than a kind of huffing hurr hurrr hurrr, not that there was anything ever very coherent from Terror - but much like a ferret, Terror managed to escape from the first swipe and head straight down Walter's pants for an exit.
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Posted: Mon Jan 01, 2007 6:45 pm
Ice dived under the table, wrapping both her arms and legs around Oblivion, especially around her mouth. The metal daemon was far more dangerous than she thought she was. With jaws that could slice so easily through steel, she could easily slice through flesh and bone.
"Oblivion STOP!" Walter bellowed, making both his guardian and his daemon go perfectly still. "He wasn't hurting me!"
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Posted: Mon Jan 01, 2007 7:57 pm
In the tumble, as Ice gripped Oblivion and Walter raised his voice, Quixana had managed to get his arm up the other boy's pant leg and grip a slippery, slithery tail. "No!" he commanded as he hauled his arm backwards. Courage growled under her throat, not at all liking her Forgotten manhandling other daemons. He risked a glance over his shoulder, eyes crossing, and stuck his tongue out at her before continuing to pull. "Meme, help," he ordered just as the little green monster appeared. Before he could fully offer Terror over, Courage had appeared at his side and was using her muzzle to push the other daemon towards Anemone.
Cressida covered her face with one hand, sighing heavily. Her cheeks were pink and flusehd. "Oh, for the love... I'm sorry about Terror's manners, Ice. Leon, your -daughter-."
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Posted: Mon Jan 01, 2007 8:04 pm
Anemone was lying on the floor and laughing hysterically at the entire debacle: Terror, either duly shamed or exhausted from all the action, crawled into her hair. Leon lost no time in securing the small, finny baby, putting her t-shirt back on, and putting her in her high-chair before Annie had known what hit her. At this displeasing turn of events, her mouth wrinkled up in preparation to cry, but Leon grabbed her bottle full of juice and attempted to plug her before this could happen.
"God," he sighed. "Kids."
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Posted: Mon Jan 01, 2007 8:09 pm
"Oblivion..." Ice said. "We're going to have a long talk, young lady." She said as she slowly got off of the daemon, sighing and shaking her head. Oblivion's tail twitched, obviously not too bothered by that threat.
Kitsu approached them, peeking under the table curiously, then pointing to the right where a few dozen employees were staring at them blankly. "Oh dear, look at the time. It was great seeing you, Leon, Cressida. But I'm afraid we really must be going." Ice said quickly, grabbing all of her children and racing for the door.
She hated dealing with spotty faced teenagers, after all.
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Posted: Mon Jan 01, 2007 8:16 pm
Cressida waved cheerfully. "We'll have to get the boys together for a playdate later! Bye, Walter! Bye, Oblivion!"
Quixana mimicked his mother though his smile had disappeared at the abrupt departure of his friend and there was a decided wobble to his bottom lip. Then he turned and looked up at Anemone solemnly. Reaching out, he tickled the bottom of her foot. "Meme," he began solemnly, "needs to make Terror -behave-."
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Posted: Mon Jan 01, 2007 8:25 pm
"Eeeeeheeeheee!" Anemone shrilled, which probably meant you wish, sucker!. Her father grimaced, starting to gather up things - including Cressida's shopping - and rolling his eyes.
"Anemone needs to make herself behave," Leon said dourly. "She incited that. - Beloved, should we make a getaway? - I can carry things."
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Posted: Mon Jan 01, 2007 8:31 pm
"And I'll carry our other things." Cressida could not quite avoid giggling as she retrieved Anemone from her high chair, neatly snagging a napkin with her free hand to scrub over the child's face and hands before readjusting her hold so that Anemone could rest her cheek on her mother's shoulder. The free hand scooped up Terror as well and drapped the lizard thing over the back of his mistress' neck.
Quixana went on tip-toe to retrieve his car and tucked it into a pocket hidden under his tabbard. Then he pushed the bags closer to his father before hefting his mother's purse on his own. He stumbled a bit under the weight and Courage came up behind him to steady him. He laughed. "Okay," he announced. "Ready, Daddy?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 01, 2007 8:36 pm
It was testament to how much Leon adored Quixana that he didn't take away Cressida's purse: just nodded at him, in approval of what he was carrying. "Let's go," he told his son, as Anemone settled into Cress' neck with the air of a job well done and the prize being a nap On Mommy.
Well.
There were worse families.
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