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 Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2007 7:16 pm
You only got one slice of the pie – it’s an awesome pie! (( Hlydeities, holidays be bringin some RP. o_o!
CO is alive again.
It's kinda like that scene in Se7en when Sloth wakes up. >D )) Go have more pie!
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2007 7:19 pm
<<-Has no idea what Se7en is or how people figure a 7 looks like V- Glad to lighten your holiday mood that much more ^^->>
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2007 7:23 pm
<
Keno you're lucky my chainsaw made me look too cluttered. Not watching Se7en. The hell.>>
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2007 7:24 pm
"I-I promise..."
She struggled inwardly about what to do. Of course he knew of her longheld feelings for him, but would he go as far as to use them against her? No, Keno wouldn't do that. Christiania had faith that he would know his, and even her own newly constructed boundaries. She was getting voer him. She was desperately attempting to leave it in the past. She was a new person, and he didn't help whenever he got so close. Chrissy found herself distraught whenever she thought of his inability to leave her be. Keno always did this, and she could barely stand being in the same room with him without a dispicable desire to take him as her own. Forcibly or not. Of course that was more of Astraea thinking than her own. Chrissy would never...could never...do that to Keno. This closeness...it was driving her mad.
His face was growing closer to her own, and she again shifted uncomfortabley. Keno wasn't letting up. She was growing nervous. Astraea was laughing maniacally in the back of her panicking mind, and her vectors were squirming within her shoulderblades dying for a chance to dismember some of his limbs. Christiania groaned in what he may think immense desire, but really pain. Fighting back seven very powerful things within her actually caused her pain sometimes.
Her eyes closed gradually, hiding the dizzy feeling that was encompassing her mind. His scent. Damnit. Keno should know better. Christiania was still a very unstable diclonius. She could barely control herself when she was in situations like this, and even if she did the time epriod she could last was small. If he touched her...any intimacy involved...She shuddered at the thought.
"K-Keno...s-stop..."
Her breathing was staggered while her round, full cheeks were tainted with a crimson hue. She couldn't take it anymore. he was so close. Too close. It was becomming extremely dangerous for him to come in such a proximity. Christiania inhaled deeply in an attempt to steady herself; however, his scent faded abruptly. Her eyes fluttered open as she stared at him with wild, annoyed eyes. A hint of crimson flaked in her turqoise eyes, but they were already disappearing when she realized the moment was over. Something else had begun.
"Kenta!!"
She squealed childishly, forcing herself from Keno's grip. She rushed over to her future nephew and tackled him to the floor like the child she was. A soft giggle erupted from between her untouched lips as she nuzzled into him. Kenta was a sweetheart, and she enjoyed his scent. it wasn't as strong as Keno's, but there was a faint hint of it. She figured it was why she was attracted to him so-or maybe because she was his auntie. While she showed her affection, mentally, it hit her that this was going to be Keno's future...she had nothing mroe to do with it. Depression was a b***h, but Christiania refused to let it show. To put it past her for the time being, Chrissy stood, taking his hadn and pulling him into a hug. Though she was patite, Chrissy was stronger than most men. Kenta was like tissue paper in her arms. She pulled him into a tight hug.
"Ohhh it's so good to see yooooouuuu!!"
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2007 7:37 pm
That boy had a really bad habit of showing up at the worst possible moment. Nevermind his own opinion of Keno as a person, but the feline was actually having fun for the first time in a while and it was blown. Why? Because he had to go and have a son! Of all the things. Part of him wanted to teach the boy a lesson, show him a bit of respect at least, but he wasn't so sadistic as to hurt the boy for a chance encounter. That'd be borderline abuse to the least, even tough Kenta was a legal adult in the eyes of the law.
"Well at least you know how to respect your elders," he responded sarcastically at the brat, Chrissy fleeing his loosened grasp to show her own form of affection. He didn't care really, but on principle alone, he hated having his games cut short. Kenta was lucky this wasn't a bloodbath Keno was in the middle of. It would have been much more than sarcasm he received.
At least Chrissy was in a good mood. That he could forgive, but with no company to keep any longer, he returned his attention to all the food he had prepared. Might as well have some dinner before it got cold or...whatever would happen to it when Deity found it...if Deity found it (monkeys were known to visit from time to time).
"You should both get a bit to eat since you're here. I'm told today is traditionally set aside for large feasts in the southern country. Not exactly sure why though." Saying nothing else on the topic, he set about building his plate with this and that while trying to find a way to keep it all balanced and prevent certain juices from mixing with other juices and what not. Using another plate would have solved that problem, but he was stubborn.
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2007 7:39 pm
You only got one slice of the pie – it’s an awesome pie! (( Se7en's a Morgan Freeman/Brad Pitt flick
in which a lunatic murders people in accordance with
the Seven Deadly Sins.
Great movie. XDDD
Taliniichan: Noice. ^^= )) Go have more pie!
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2007 7:47 pm
It was very hard to lecture someone when someone else was being so sweet to you. Miss Chrissy was certainly among Kenta's favorite people, alongside his mother and two aunts. Hearing her voice made him feel better, but when she tackled and nuzzled him, his eyes were fixed upon the ceiling he couldn't make out, a look of frustration buried deep in his gaze, almost of pain and desire. At first he couldn't help it, and knowing how much Miss Chrissy would love him then and how much she loved him even now, he felt it unfair that she should only be allowed to play aunt to his father's children. And yet, he would not want to be her son. He loved his own mother too much to ever want to trade. What a sad love she must feel for such a heartless b*****d.
Disregarding the sentiment and the sympathy, for he knew she'd not appreciate it, he returned a very warm hug to her, purring affectionately, tail wagging happily before joining his arms in a very heartfelt embrace.
"It's so nice to see you too Miss Chrissy. You've been well I hope?" The same melody his voice always sung rang throughout the Orion, filling it with life. His own life, a cheerful melancholy. Her tug was welcome, pleasing, and he lost his worries in it for a moment until he heard his father speak again. The perfect way to sober the boy up under any circumstance.
"Would you like to eat anything since Father has so...generously prepared us a meal?" So long as she was here, the least he could do was be civil.
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2007 7:49 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2007 8:09 pm
You only got one slice of the pie – it’s an awesome pie! (( lmao. Very true.
S'what happens when you try to incorporate too much media into your head.
We all have only so much memory space. XDDD )) Go have more pie!
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2007 8:11 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2007 8:16 pm
"O-Oh you mean Thanksgiving Keno-san!!"
She giggled innocently, her eyes a new found life in them. The oxygen shrouding her lungs was not as sweet, but at least she wasn't going insane any longer. Her expanse of knowledge made her feel smarter, and that idea made her blush slightly. Be around Kenta renewed her child-like instincts she'd grown up with at the institute. Her lips gently kissed his cheek, leaving a smidge of her gloss on his cheek. Christiania smiled sheepishly, using her thumb to gently brush it away. There was a few stray sparkles, but nothing too obvious. She left it alone, feeling the aggrivation and tension Kenta had towards Keno.
"Well is a word to describe it I suppose. How about you? It's been awhile!"
Christiania cut off the ability for him to further dive into her whereabouts by acting so intrigued with his life. Which was partly true-she hadn't seen him in months, and she was certain his life must have changed. There was an eager glint in her eyes while she focused on him. Keno, at the moment, was a fair distance from her mind. Her hands wound around his own as she listened to both Keno and his son's inquiry about food. Her smile faltered.
"Oh..umm...I don't eat...that..."
It was if human food was the worst possible thing to munch on. Seeing the layout made her stomach churn uneasily. Ever since she and Astraea came to agreement of eachother's exsistence, Christiania had to make peace with Astraea. She fed off human blood and flesh under Astraea's control. Though at first it was almost unbearable to think about, Chrissy now finds it the only thing she can eat. Her stomach adjusted, and now human food makes her vomit. However, she said nothing of what she now eats for fear they would judge her. The sight of blood drove her mad, so why didn't eating it do the same?
"You two can eat though!! Don't mind me! J-Just not hungry at the moment!"
The comeback left questions unanswered that Chrissy knew they would want eventually. However, she hastily turned her back from the layout and went to the bar. She had finally allowed a vector to escape from its prison and place a glass filled with a clear liquid in front of her barstool. Christiania took within her graceful hand, her nails clinking lightly against it before taking a long sip. The diclonius did not wish to speak on the matter of her eating habits, nor did she feel comfortable standing between the two. It was obvious there was hostility between father and son-it was akward.
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2007 8:30 pm
"Thanksgiving?" What an odd name for...anything. What did thanksgiving mean? 'Thanks for giving?' 'Give out of thanks?' It seemed to have no association whatsoever with eating a lot of food. In his primitive little mind, though he'd like to think he was a very complex individual, Keno could not make head nor tails of such a concept. Who cared though, when you got to eat food.
He really didn't get to inquire much though because she had begun talking to his son again and then, seeing the food spread out on the table, seemed to be completely disgusted in it. Was his cooking so bad that she couldn't even try it? Honestly, his feelings would be hurt if she were Ichi, Jade, or Sato, but he knew very little about Chrissy's diet so thought little about it. Were Kenta not here, perhaps he'd have tried to convince her to eat something just because, but it wouldn't be appropriate to play with her like that with the boy around.
As such, he finished his own plate quietly, letting her go on her way, not moving to catch up to her until he had managed to get everything he wanted. Looking up at his son, a silence seemed to thicken in the room. Not discomfort or sorrow or anything like that, just a mutual lack of concern or care for the boy. As the boy leered, so did he until finally he got bored with the child's presence and turned his back to the kitsune as he joined Chrissy.
"You can make your own plate can't you?" Though he wanted to keep close to Chrissy, he was unsure of how the food might affect her, so kept two seats between them and a stream over his food to carry the scent further away.
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2007 8:38 pm
You only got one slice of the pie – it’s an awesome pie! (( I relate the two only because it seems like everytime I think too much or too hard,
I overheat and get a fever. Lovely.
Anyway, I'm heading out, ladies and gentlepixels. Sleepytime.
Nighty!
biggrin )) Go have more pie!
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2007 8:39 pm
"I'm doing just fine," he answered obediently, kindly to Miss Chrissy with a gentle smile on his face. He didn't say much else, not to avoid the topic, but because he didn't fine it wholly that interesting or important. Working and staying at home with the occasional walk around town didn't come off as conversation material.
When she declined having anything that his father had prepared, he wondered why. He was sure he would see her eat, but it wasn't the clearest memory he had. Eating was so automatic that he would only remember particularly important meals and none came readily to mind so he let it be. Perhaps she just wasn't in the mood or maybe something his father had made upset her stomach. The first thing Kenta thought was that he'd be much more considerate than his father when preparing a meal for someone else. If he wanted to cook for Miss Chrissy he'd get her whatever she wanted and base the meal around that. Of this the boy was certain.
When his father spoke, again he was sobered, and a bit peeved. Choosing not to respond and wanting to keep his distance, he waited until KenoTao moved to the bar before approaching the table. Perhaps under different circumstances, he'd have flat out ignored the food, sooner amputating his arm than eating anything his father made, but he was hungry and had better company than some, so figure that he should have something, at least as a gesture of kindness and respect.
As his plate began to pile with rice, curry, and lamb, his mind was very soberly still. He wasn't really thinking or anything, just mechanically moving through everything, some of this, none of that, a lot more of this. Part of him was disgusted, but food was food. He would eat his father's food before, so it wasn't too alien to have anything laid out before him.
<<-waves Kaen off->>
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2007 9:11 pm
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