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 Posted: Wed Jan 19, 2011 9:15 pm
Said Keith, raising his arm to high five Conor, but then stop abruptly to to grab the side of his stomach. Damn. Bad move! He had felt a huge pain where his wound was and, for all he knew, it had just reopened itself... again. ********. "Ah, ******** dude.. urh... Let's get back home, I think I'm bleeding again... ********.. Oh well, at least we'll have food for a while" That was all that mattered, right? Sure, he would have loved the cash money with it, but for now, food was better than nothing. "Oh,and no ******** way I'm working with her.
//Exit Keith//
"Too unique? TOO UNIQUE? I'll give him some too unique! When I get home, I'm going to make a hundred spell on her and her house! Uh!" Yes, Freya Von Der Bach was angry. Her better food had been rediculized! Ah, at least they had done better than a stupid bug.... which she could totally used it's antena for a certain spell she had in mind... Now, to find Florence...
//Exit Freya
"Oh! I am so happy that we have won Lucas! Oh, of course, we cannot use that money! We don't need it. We shall give it to a a charity! Yes, I'm going to go give all our money to the poor people of Nirvani" And so went the girl, taking with her Lucas half and giving it to Freddy and Kotone. They were people in need, right? She then left, forgetting that Lucas was still under the table after he had fainted.
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Posted: Wed Jan 19, 2011 10:45 pm
Gaston didn't stay long after, despite his new pet being mysteriously gone.. Ah, well, it hadn't even placed in third! It wasn't worth his time! He would just leave the insect to hide away for the rest of his life in shame if that's what it wanted, he would go home. With Jade, of course. He was thinking on letting her in on Gaston's bath time, but, with how she lost his pet, made a fool of a Florence, and threw a blanket onto Lucas three seconds too late? Oh, not a chance! He hoped she was happy to just go to bed early! He humphed when she came up, not spending much time to understand why the maid was so happy at that moment. ..Oh, well, some mysteries should stay as such. He left with the woman as soon as the results were let out, expecting some kind of mail or whatever for accepting the job offer.
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Top three?! Awesome! ********, yeah! ..Yeah.. Any enthusiasm Conor had died when Keith winced and clutched his side, the wound there reopening in the excitement. His grin fell and he glanced away at the table. ..Yeah, he wasn't.. going to say anything. Too guilty to have any fun at the expense of the losers. Even seeing ******** cry into one of the judges' arms wasn't enough to cheer him up! So, best to just.. go back to the inn. He wouldn't take that job offer because, ********, Keith wouldn't! Why should he?! ..Even if it would give him some extra cash.. Hm.. He pushed it away for later as he left with Keith to go fix up his injury.
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Mao was almost as miffed as Freja was, but more towards the woman than anything. It was certainly the balut in the first round that warranted that 'too unique' bit! The very balut that was all Freja's idea! He almost resorted to whispering angrily to himself in Chinese, but refrained despite that rage. They were below the bug, even! He let out a deep breath and shook his head, the disdain he had towards losing showing through as he oh so subtly knocked over the table by 'accident'. Ah, yes, watching all the equipment, food, and such spill all over the ground to render it useless was enough to make him happy again. So, he left before anyone pegged the damage onto him, quiet and innocent as ever.
~Exit Gaston, Conor, and Mao!~
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Sat Apr 30, 2011 5:28 pm
A New year, a new festival, a new begging! Like always, the cooking festival was Gladice's favourite time of the year! This year, she was as cheery as ever! Nothing would go wrong this year. In fact, she didn't even care if Gaston had one of his many Florences enter the festival. Why was she so lenient this year toward the mayor? Well, that man had proven himself to be relatively calm in the last two years, ever since he got himself married, with the only small exception of the Rhino incident, but that was all in a repressed memory, so it was okay! Sure, there amount of dead NPC Servant was on the rise, but that wasn't any of her trouble. Their faults for not being active characters!
She was currently sitting at the judge table, alone, being the first judge there like always. However, she wasn't preparing anything because, everything was already done! Instead of just asking Yoakim for help, like usual, she had asked Yoakim and Keith to help setting up things! The boy couldn't say no, knowing she had put him through school. So, the two brothers were doing a pretty good job, while she was sitting at the judge table, chatting away with Alanis. Of course, Alanis and Keith were both going to enter the festival, but not Yoakim. Oh no, last time had had, it had ended up horrible. No, instead, he would be watching over Wilhlem and Quentin...
Talking about the two boys, Quentin was sitting at a table a bit further, trying to read a children book by himself, while Wilhelm ran around the table making weird noises with him mouth, probably trying to imitate the sound of an airplane... or at least that's what Quentin was hopping.
Alanis would enter with Lucas, like always, if the boy wasn't busy extinguishing a fire, using his sexy, sexy muscles, hidden under that fireman outfit, under which, he was wearing nothing, but his own body. Oh, just the thought of it gave a little shiver down Alanis' spine. Oh, she loved her boyfriend so very much~ If only he could propose to her, already... Keith, on the other hand, wouldn't be entering with Conor like he had in the previous year. He had been able to fool the boy into believe that, if they were to split, they'd have a higher chance of winning! Instead, he'd be entering with Quentin, whom he trusted to stay out of the way while he cooked.
Sitting next to Yoakim and chatting away, was Kevin. Even thought they had dated each other about ten years ago, they were still good friends and had catch up over the last two years. He was, like usual, wearing his shades and a suit. He didn't plan on cooking, or helping, for that mater, but who could say no to free food?
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Posted: Sat Apr 30, 2011 7:58 pm
♥ • • Celeste xoxooxoxo
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Celeste had chosen some awesome cooking music for the cooking festival and she was practically dancing as she made her way to the cooking festival. She was in a great mood. She had just gotten home last night and was glad to be back. Last night had also been the first time that coming back to the island had felt like home, instead of leaving home when she left Michigan this time.
On top of that though, Nirvani was much warmer than Michigan and Celeste was exstatic to be in shorts rather than seven layers, not including her long johns. Ew. Long johns.
But back to the good mood stuff. This year... for the first time in her 4 plus years on the island, Celeste would be participating instead of just watching. Though, she seemed to have gotten here too early. There weren't a lot of people here yet. Oh well. She could wait. Celeste was used to being early. Better than late.
The corners of her lips were quirked up as she listened to her music and waited for more people to arrive.
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Posted: Sat Apr 30, 2011 8:06 pm
♬ Rhapsody Skysong ♫  Cooking. Something Rhapsody had wanted to try ever since she was young. Yet the result nearly burned down her estated and her parents from then on forbid the poor young girl to cook. She did not bring Donnas since the horse would probably cause quite some trouble given his name. Instead the young lass simply walked about, examining the various booths and what they had to offer. The various smells made her stomach grumble with hunger. Oh how she should have eaten.
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Posted: Sat Apr 30, 2011 9:56 pm
Another year, another cooking festival. Entering the cooking festival had become a bit of a yearly tradition for Haruka, though she hadn't been able to place as highly as she had that first year. Lucky mistake, she guessed. But this would be her fifth year, and she couldn't stop now. The difference was, she was by herself this time. Nanami was busy with her beginning of the year budgeting, and she had procrastinated something fierce, so the teenager was on her own now. So, like every year, she walked into the square, beelined to the tables to register, and then proceeded to go and stand awkwardly somewhere.
Mei had come to the festival with Catrina. She had never thought of herself as a cook, but when the idea was suggested, well... She couldn't help but like the idea of doing something with her roommate that would be considered normal by most circles. You know, like not kidnapping cats or hunting animals. Still, she couldn't help but feel nervous, and she tightly gripped her skirt as she walked into the festival. "....So... we register there?" she asked her friend, clueless as to what to do at a moment like this. She had never competed before, not really. She had been in a few piano recital, but they didn't judge you! At least, not officially. Nothing could be said for the parents at said events.
Alex and River had come again, though, as Alex had been explaining to his sister since they left the house, it wasn't for fun, it was for business. Afterall, he was the official chef of the island! He owned the restaurant, for ******** sake! It was his job to monitor the cooking skills of the island. (Namely, Keith, and that nutjob Xeiro.) But he himself would not be entering. Nope, he had learned the hard way that he was not made for competitions. And so he and River lingered by the perimeters, looking over the festival as they waited for the cooking to begin.
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Posted: Sat Apr 30, 2011 10:27 pm
Crimson entered the little area. He had the sleeves of his white dress shirt rolled up to his elbows and his hair was pulled back into a pony tail. If this summer was anything like this spring was already feeling, he'd need to seriously contemplate a haircut. But, Crimson with short hair was like the world with no water. It just wouldn't work. Everyone would die! Okay, it obviously wasn't that serious. But he couldn't see himself doing it. Maybe he'd lose it in his old age, that would be awful. At least he had the cooking festival to look forward to, now. He had become a usual to the cooking festival. They always had such a nice smell and usually tastes to them, and even luckier for him this year Celeste was up ahead. He smiled and stepped out the cigarette he had smoked along the way and approached her.
He placed his hands in his pockets to damper himself from talking with them. "'Ello there, love." He smiled, hoping she could hear him over her music. If not, at least she'd notice the tall man causing shade around her.
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Raiden was nervously smoking as he crossed the threshold into the festival area. He couldn't believe he let Zelynity talk him into joining the cooking festival. He was going practically insane. It was stressful enough when he was the guest, being a contestant was just unbearable! He flicked another cigarette away and dug into his pocket for the next. "This is ridiculous, Zell." His gaze met hers at that point and he then looked around, at least there wasn't much of a crowd. But, a quick glance at his watch showed why. Of course there wouldn't be very many people when they were early. It was so Zell to make him leave early for something he loathed.
He attempted to size up the competition, knowing he wouldn't be of much help, either way. To make matters worse, he spotted Haruka. Goddammit. This was just not his day. He had tried to get out of it by saying the only way he'd join was if he got to do the presentation, but that was just acknowledged with a nod and smile. Stupid sisters. All they ever wanted to do was make you uncomfortable. He glared over to her as he flicked away the next cigarette. This was going to be a long and expensive day.
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Zelynity had a large grin on her face as she listened to Raiden. He was so silly. She was trying to escape from his smoke, while still walking with him. But, that didn't seem like it was going to be possible. Especially since he just kept smoking more and more the closer they got! "It's gonna be okay." She patted him gently on the back and stopped close to a random tree. She glanced around at all of the people, trying to spot someone she knew. She saw that girl that Raiden worked with and the one girl from her school days~ Ahh, they seemed like they were so long ago now! But, she couldn't afford to reminisce in a time like this! No, this time meant strictly war. She was going to do nothing but push herself as hard as humanly possible to at least place. That was all she needed to feel some form of success.
She turned her hair over her shoulder and looked at her brother once more. "Who do you think is gonna give us the most trouble?" She continued her skimming of the people after that. None of them really screamed top-notch chef to her, though. Maybe this would be easier than she thought.
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Xeiro was sooooo ready to dominate. Adrenaline was coursing through his veins, or at least him morning Monster was. He had already pumped some iron and ate a manly breakfast. It was now go time. He even recruited a partner for the first time. He had entered every year proceeding his first time but always lacked the real drive. He never trained the last years. But, this time he spent hours doing nothing but random recipes of all sorts. Hopefully he had worked on something that would apply to whatever the category was, and Beatrice could take care of anything presentable. She was a girl after all. They were all good at that stuff, right?
He almost didn't even spot anyone as he entered, but the blue hair of the ******** enemy stuck out like a sore thumb. Lyra's dad was only a few feet away from him. He wanted to charge at him and start beating the s**t out of him, but that wasn't very sportsmanlike. He needed to get good points with all of the judges. The bonuses helped a lot in the long run and he knew some of them could be rather shifty when it came to that. "You ready to kick some a--- butt and take names, Beez?" He turned to her with a wide grin, keeping his back to Lyra's dad.
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Beatrice honestly didn't want to be here. She was worried that she would fail at everything, even though hours of reading proved that there were only three real ways to properly represent any dish. But, this gave her time to bond with her brother. That came so rarely lately with all the work and school and babies and wife. Their lives were both just so hectic lately! So, this was a nice change. The fact that it was a competition just made it much more delightful! One thing Rameri's did best was compete. Her eyes had filled with a fire when she woke up and it would burn strong clear to the end. They were gonna take it all. "Heck yes, I am!" She looked up to him with a wide smile.
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Posted: Sun May 01, 2011 2:17 am
After a very mixed occurrence in which Benedictus, the newest nudist on Nirvani, was told he had to wear pants if he wanted to participate, the rest of the Traiylors had just went right on ahead into the main square. Poor Romane was left at the east entrance with a naked Benny, uncomfortably dealing with his nudity while he preached to probably the worst person he could pick about why it wasn't right that he should be barred because of his beliefs and all that. So, Benedetta, Benedikt, Benedek, and Emery all entered the square together, Benedikt making sure that Benedetta was inbetween him and the monstrosity that was Benedek. He hadn't even thought that the druggie would be invited along, mostly because Benedictus had assured him that 'no one unfavorable' would be coming. ..He should have guessed that someone like Benedictus wouldn't know an unfavorable person when they saw it. He crinkled his nose in disgust as another random giggle came from his brother, earning a frown from Benedetta, but the woman didn't comment like his other sibling would have. Instead, she stopped them, her having taken the lead when Benedictus was left behind, and held a finger up in query.
“..If Benedictus isn't going to be your partner, Benny, then who?” She looked up at Benedikt, who returned her stare with an arched brow. True, it was supposed to be him and Benedictus, while Benedek came to just.. come, he guessed. He just had supposed that he would participate alone that year – “No, you can't go alone. My, Emery, whatever are we to do?” She turned her eyes down to the leashed redhead beside Benedek, her tone turning to something more flat, less tactful, and all too clear to Benedikt on what was going on. That look of disgust came on his face again and he stole a glance down at the strangely silent Benedek, finding a wide pair of eyes staring expectantly at his own. He involuntarily shivered before jerking his gaze back onto his sister's.
“You ******** mental berks. No.” He spat out just as Benedek cued in a whine below, tugging on Emery's leg with a mock sad look before breaking out into a grin and chuckle. Why? Oh, duh, he knew Benedetta wasn't taking that. If anyone had control, it was Benedetta. Benedikt was dumb to even think he was going to turn down something the 'mistress' was hinting at – to a funny degree, hence the laughter. That sound accompanied by Benedetta's smile had Benedikt faltering. Stage fright? No! He didn't get stage fright – not him! ..Ah, but, he wasn't the brave sort not to be unaffected by the pair.. Still, he held his ground as one foot slid back just a tad, “I'd love to, Detta, but I'd be stuffed if I bail out on..” He paused and stole a look around. Please, please – ah! Yes! Thank heavens that Kevin wasn't holing up in his apartment that day! Ah, what luck~ “..Kev-” He started to say in a chipper tone when something bumped him.
The girl he was looking at already had her eyes staring dully down at the ground, Benedikt following suit to see – “Cor, you..!” Benedek had.. rolled from his spot previously to lay down at Benedikt's feet, staring up at him with that all too wide grin that twisted Ben's gut. ******** creepy little – He didn't hesitate to send a kick into Benedek's stomach, twisting around with a sound that was probably intended to start some kind of sentence of farewell before he ran off. Buut, Benedek quickly moved from grimacing in pain to snatching out at the other's ankle, tripping him into the hard stone below. Thus proceeded the two grabbing, punching, snarling, and, in Benedek's case, laughing on the ground until Benedetta grew tired of it. Just as Benedikt was being strangled by Benedek, the woman snatched him by the hair and dragged him off of the green-haired male.
“Calm down, Benny, this isn't the place – ah..” She swept her eyes over to where Benedikt should have been laying, catching his breath and maybe checking his neck for bruises, but, the man wasn't anywhere to be seen. She creased her brow and dropped Benedek back onto the ground looking up to – ah, there he was. Running off to the other side of the square at a speed she surely wouldn't have caught up with. She narrowed her eyes at the man and muttered, because raising her voice was unladylike, “..Benedikt..” She let out a grunt before turning to Emery. Well, she didn't have any obligation to Benedictus.. And Benedek would probably do fine. The man was too busy rolling on the ground to really notice much..
On Benedikt's side, the man had happily left before either of the siblings could notice, more than happy that his grand escape worked, even if he doubted he would be met cordially next time they saw each other.. Oh, well, he was sleeping at Kevin's, it wasn't like he was going to see them anytime soon! Or ever.. Maybe they'd get hit by a car before going home? Yeah, that was a nice thought.. He paused to breath only when he reached Kevin who was talking to some dark-haired bloke – did he care if he was interrupting? Not at all. Which was why he rudely stepped in Kevin's line of sight to effectively bring the attention entirely to himself. “Kevin! Mate, how's it been? Haven't seen you in.. a few hours, at least, yeah? Too long, cor – you know what? We should join this doddle contest for old time's sake! Free food, monetary prize, and watching it can't be as fun as doing it, eh?” Coming off pushy? Probably, but when did he ever not come off that way?
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Oh, again.. another year of Gaston bring an animal or, well, precious pet that was totally worth more than any of the other peasants here (outside of his brother and Alanis, that is), but the point still stood that Gaston was expectantly here with the newest Florence, an olive baboon, lounging on a most definitely expensive loveseat being pulled in by several servants – thankfully, the loveseat was on wheels, so there wasn't very much of an issue in getting the animal here. It was more so that they were wheeling around a very large, very.. teeth-y, very frightening BABOON that wasn't leashed, caged, or anything! Half of them almost s**t themselves when the animal just yawned in their direction, showing off it large, pointy white teeth, taken care of properly by some poor servant with a few missing fingers.. This Florence wasn't much of an angry sight when he was lounging like that. Heck, he even looked kind of cute, but anyone who had to go near him knew automatically how deceptive Florence was. Half, if not all, of the servants were hoping that the baboon would someday kill either Reinbach or Gaston, but.. it didn't seem likely that that would happen. Oh, well. They went over to the judging booth to leave the animal there, Gaston having taken a seat beside Gladice as he usually did. No words to share, though, as he didn't care for conversation with that hag.
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Who next should come but Conor and his little buddy, John? Of course he would have arrived! Keith needed him here to increase their chances of winning, right?! So, that meant he had to be there with his only true son, the others were either their as back ups should John end up dead because of a rapid horse, or because Keith was.. well, because Keith was a ******** poor a** child-picker. Seriously, John was way better than Quentin! Just look at how he perfectly swaggered after him like a true little cowboy~ ..If Conor was less of a man, he would have probably squealed and given John a gun to shoot birds with, but, thankfully, he only gave a short look of approval before smacking John on the back of his head when the boy smiled.
“The ********, John?” Ah, he always felt a little glow inside whenever he got to use that name! It was like he was talking to the real deal! ..If ******** John was as small as this pipsqueak. “You don't smile like a ******** pansy, you smile manly. ********! I taught you for ******** minutes yesterday and you're still such a loser.” Conor glared at the confused and guilty looking child, who really wished he could hold his head if he didn't know that he would have been slapped for that – because men didn't show pain! He nodded after a second and smiled again – wider! More teeth! Crooked, yet charming! Ah, near perfect. Conor nodded and pushed John to get him moving as they went over to join Keith. See? Pain was really the best teacher! He didn't want to be such a d**k to his favorite kid, but, hell, how else would he ******** learn? He would thank him someday! ...And being as this was John, he probably would.. Oh, well.
“Dude. Hey.” He greeted Keith, signaling to John that he was forgotten and could stop smiling. He dropped his grin with relief and turned to hurry off to where Quentin was – because he didn't know anyone else, of course! Plus, he wanted to sit down next to someone for awhile and sulk about how he was such a bad son. Really, how could he forget about the smile?! Dad did talk to him about that for a whole five minutes yesterday! He was about to ask Quentin just that, because if anyone could answer it, Quentin could~ Yes, he held the boy in high esteem! Mostly because he never saw him get called a loser, which meant that he wasn't a loser and must be a winner and.. if John wanted to learn to be a winner, then he should talk to a winner! Yep, it made perfect sense. So, he stood beside Quentin, conveniently casting a shadow over the kid and his book, as he stared at the air plane – no, boy – running around curiously. “Hey, hey, hey, Quin, Quin, hey..” He said distractedly, if only because he somewhat forgot that he had already said 'hey', so he said it again just to be sure.. and then again.. and then.. yeah, so on.
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Talna and her husband, of course, had to enter the cooking contest! It was a tradition! Even if she was pregnant.. again.. Oh, well, who cared about her current state? They probably didn't even notice the previous two years she participated with Turner pregnant! Besides, Turner was there to help her in case she had any trouble and, if not, then she was sure she would end up at the clinic should she faint. It always happened the last two times, though the doctors there all said they didn't bring her in. Either a good-natured NPC or a fairy, but she always felt protected~ She rested a hand on her stomach as she entered beside Turner, staring at the crowed happily for any newcomers – just in case~ Pregnant or not, she was still doing her tour guide business and any good businesswoman knew to never miss an opportunity!
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Oh, yes, yes~ Catrina was at the festival, right on next to Mei like was the norm for the last few seasons. She had to keep her allies close, after all! And she didn't trust Mei not to accidentally wander into an enemy camp being the clumsy kitten she was. So, she was stuck to her like glue! Attached to the hip, if one willed it! So much so that when Catrina decided that none of the humans here knew how to eat properly, she opted to join the cooking contest if only to prove that it wasn't that difficult and everyone just liked to take longer to make good dishes! Especially to Mei. That girl never ate what Catrina told her to, so maybe if she won this thing, she would gain the kitten's respect and she would start eating normally? She could only hope! Catrina stood next to Mei, peering over the crowd for any enemies or allies, but no one seemed to strike her as very important. ..For now.. She looked back to Mei, “Mau! Yes, yes! Over there~!” She agreed eagerly as she tugged the woman to the registration table, happy to help her before she got lost or some nonsense like that. Really, she didn't have much trust that Mei was capable on her own.. It was a wonder she survived before Catrina, truly!
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Sun May 01, 2011 4:11 am
Yoakim, Keith and Kevin where all standing in a corner, talking to each other while watching absently the two kids that were doing… kid things. Or well, Yoakim was. Keith couldn’t care less and Kevin would just give the excuse that he was blind as to not watch them, even tho Yoakim had previously pointed out that the man was in perfect heath and knew it, and had even laugh about it and said that Yoakim was right, but couldn’t stop himself for pretending. That had made Keith smiled, knowing that his brother hung out with Jerks, just like he was! Brotherly bonding thought jackassry! Or something like that. Was anyone even trying to understand how Keith thought anymore? No, didn’t think so. Their talk, which currently was about how Yoakim had gotten himself so drunk once that he had awaken in the middle of a park, naked, was cut short by a green haired man popping out of nowhere. That had Yoakim relieved, because, damn, that was something he didn’t care to remember, and Keith frowing, because, damn, that was something he wanted to know!
”Ah! Ben, ******** you. I was in the middle of telling a great story!” Kevin tell the intruder, with a smile on his lips. He wasn’t angry at all. In fact, he rather enjoyed Benedikt’s company, even when they were both dressed and not doing… well, you know. The fair haired man tapped the seat next to him, motioning Ben to sit down there. More because he was blocking his view and he hated to talk to someone without being able to not see them. ”Old time sake? The ******** are you talking about? We never joined anything like that, and I don’t think knowing each other for two years is long enough for any old time…. Is that one of your tricks again?” He accused the man, actually staring from above his sunglasses. He kept his gaze on the green-loving man for a second too much to make it uncomfortable, then simply shrugged. ”Sure, but don’t expect me to make any effort. I’m blind after all.” There was nothing bad to play with the food a little, now was there?
More than happy that the conversation wasn’t on him anymore, Yoakim had simply let the two man talk to each other. He had no idea who that newcomer was, which was strange, considering that ne would usually see every habitant of the island at least once in a while, but that one? Nope, totally new to him. ”Will you ever drop the blind act, Kevin?” He asked, more curious than anything. He was actually frankly surprised that Kevin had been able to pull it off for so long. ”Me? Never!” Replied Kevin with a laugh, before realizing that Benedikt knew absolutely none of the two boys. ”Oh, Ben. Meet Yoakim and his brother, Keith. Me and Yoakim used to date about ten years ago…. You should see him naked. Awesome sight. In fact… You know, he got a bigger p***s than you.”
That, of course, had Yoakim almost blush, because he couldn’t blush to save the life of himself, and start to look down at his feet, feeling even more awkward than he had previously with that naked story about him when he was a teenager. Keith, on the other hand, was laughing like he hadn’t laugh in a while. Today was proving itself to be better and better! He just needed to win the contest first place to have it being the best day of the year… not that the year was far into, but he doubted anything could be better than that… except maybe the news of Blair death. Oh, that’d be the best day of his life, no doubt. As he was laughing, He heard a very familiar voice calling him. He turned slightly to notice Conor and child#2. ”Hey!” He said before standing up to greet Conor… which in Keith language meant shoving his tongue right into the blonde boy’s mouth. Like he cared that they were in public or anything stupid like that. ”Damn, this is like the f*****t corner or something?” Asked the lawyer then he saw Yoakim’s brother starting to make out with what he understood was his boyfriend. If the blonde boy was a stranger, that would just make the whole situation… well, it would make it hot. He mentally took note to ask the youngest LeBlanc and his ‘friend’ if they ever wanted to join a foursome with him and Ben. The only reason he wasn’t doing it right now, was because he knew that Yoakim would be the party popper and start telling them how improper that would be. Ah, he was so much more fun when he was a teenager with anger management. Talking about being a party popper… ”Hey, I’m with a woman, I’ll have you know.”
”Which still amaze me. You really were into penises ‘couple years ago.”
”His last boyfriend was girl enough to make him like ‘em pussies.” Said Keith after removing his lips’ from Conor’s. Seriously, if someone was to be gay for someone like Kade, they might as well just be straight! Sure, Keith wasn’t the manliest man around, but he didn’t look like a flaming idiot like the hairdresser was. As for Yoakim, he simply stayed silent and stared back at his shoes, stopping himself from mumbling like a child….
Talking about child… A bit further off from the men, Wilhelm was still flying running and Quentin was still trying to read. He knew he almost had it! That word Heart, he knew he was close to understand what it wa! At first, he thought it meant ‘her’, but then he remembered that there was too many letter to mean that… Maybe… Oh! Yes! That meant Earth! Ah! He had it! He could read! Heart totally meant earth! He would have normally ran to tell his Daddy that he was able to read, but when he noticed that Dad and Daddy were… busy, well… he knew better than to go bother them. However, a new distraction made itself appear in the for of him new blonde brothers! They were brothers for almost half a year now. It was like, half his life! No, he knew that he was five years old and the half of five was two, not six, because six was bigger than five… or something like that. ”Hey, John! I can Re-“ He didn’t have time to finish, because, at that moment… ”BOOM!” Plane crash! Wilhelm, the airplane had crashed into John, the mountain! Oh noes! What was going to happen?
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Now, on the completely other side of the town square, Turner entered with his precious and ordinary and pregnant (again) wife. They were ready to show the whole town how good turnips tasted! What better occasion than the cooking festival to show it? Whatevr the theme, they were ready to cook turnips as appitizers, main course and deserts! They would show the whole town how delicious and versatile that vegetable was! If worst came to it, they would ignore the theme, because, rottercow, turnips were more important than any old theme! He looked around the square, sizing the competition. Of course, being a good Hipp, he didn’t expect to win at all. No, he only want to do average, at the very best! Being modest and simple was the way of the Hipps! No, he was just looking at them, to see who wasa meat eater and who was a veggy lover! Not that he had any turnips with him to give away…. With winter that had just passed, most of his turnips were still growing and not ready to be picked up yet. He couldn’t afford to give any away. He had to keep them to feed his family! They had 4 children now! Or was it five…?
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Walking not far behind Turner and Talna Hipp, was Freja! She had remembered that she had loved to participate in the cooking festival two years ago and she would just love to do it again! She had asked Mao to theme up with her again, but, like every discussion those two had, especially since they were divorced (being married for24hrs did count), they had started to yell at each other, then she three a vase of iguana blood at mao, who threw a book at her, who threw a shrunken head at him, whom threw a cow heart at her, who threw Xochiquetzal at him and then stormed out and headed directly for the square. She could prove that she could do it alone! She didn’t needed some stupid Chinese man to help her cook! Ah! He was probably the one who had held them back two years ago!
As she went toward the registration desk to enter herself, she noticed a familiar set of orange hair. Oh my! It was Celeste! The woman jumped a little in joy and went directly toward her friend, not even noticing than a man was already talking to her. That would come later. ”Celeste! Celeste! Hey! Celeste! You’re back! You didn’t tell me you were coming back. How was…. The… Other Side?” Of course, Freja was sure that by “going to see some family on the other side of the ocean”, Celest meant that she was going to cross to another realm and meet all her fairy siblings and what not. Ah, at least the woman wasn’t stuttering anymore when she was with her friend. She was still doing for everyone else that wasn’t her, Mao, Lotte or Una, however.
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Right next to the baboon, also sitting on the loveseat (because a loveseat had two seat, it was well known) was Reinbach, who was just chatting away with Florence XV…I? XVII? Something like that. Neither Reinbach nor the author knew for sure. After a while, you start to lose count of how many animals came and went through the Sonata family. This year would be something special because Florence wouldn’t be entering the festival alone. Oh no! It would be entering it with Reinbach. At first Reinbach wanted to enter alone, but then it became clear that opposing force like Reinbach and Florence wouldn’t do any good. No, they couldn’t be opposite, they had to be united! Ah! They would surely create the most perfect meal ever, and wouldn’t accept defeat against no one, but Alanis. Oh! He still remember the girl’s cooking at his brother’s wedding. Simply divine! Especially that turtle soup!
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Posted: Sun May 01, 2011 9:54 am
♥ • • Celeste xoxooxoxo
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Celeste had closed her eyes and lifted her face toward the sun, much like a flower might. The hardest thing about Michigan in the winter was the complete lack of sunlight. Even a few weeks without it had been enough for her to crave it now that she had it again. But the warmth touching her face vanished and the the day beyond her closed eyelids grew dark. Celeste's eyebrows drew together. Funny. She hadn't seen a cloud in the sky when she was walking here, but maybe one had passed infront of the sun anyway.
Sighing at the lost sunlight Celeste opened her eyes and lowered her head catching sight of very familiar crimson hair. Celeste ignored the now familiar off beat thump her heart gave and turned to Crimson with a warm smile, pulling her earbuds as she did. "Hey. I didn't think I would get to see you until I came back into the clinic." She said happily, looking him over once before bringing her eyes to his. It had only been a few weeks, it wasn't like she expected him to look any different, but she couldn't help it. "Are you-"
Stopping mid sentence Celeste turned toward another familiar voice, a completely different smile lighting her face. "Freja!" She moved forward and gave her best friend and impulsive hug. Normally, she wasn't so touchy feely, but she had missed Freja and wasn't uncomfortable hugging the woman after the last few years. She laughed at Freja's question, after a few years she was only slightly more comfortable with Freja's hookiness, as she stepped back and looked her over as well. "I wasn't supposed to be back yet, but I didn't want to miss the festival. And, Michigan was cold as always. My family is good, though. As, erm, concerned as ever." She said with obvious love for her "family" in her voice. "How are you? Oh! Freja, have you met Crimson?" She asked turning from the woman to Crimson. It wasn't like she could forget he was standing there.
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Sun May 01, 2011 2:35 pm
Freja looked at the man that was next to Celest, actually paying him attention for the first time since she had spotted her friends. How could she had missed such a tall man with such red hair? That was beyong her. She felt a light blush coming to her cheeks, as she realized that not only was it a strange, but it was also a male. Oh, she wasn’t mentally ready for that! No one had warned her that she would have to meet a male stranger! She felt her heart racing as she got more and more nervous. She looked down at her feet and shook her head vigorously from left to right, signalling that, no, she had not met Crimson before… and that she would need a minute or two before being able to talk… stutter to him.
For now, the best solution was to return her attention on Celeste. That way she could slowly prepare herself to talk to the man, while not looking at him directly. It was a win-win situation!... Even tho she seemed rude by completely ignoring him… Oh well! His fault for being a male and a stranger! ”Are you joining the festival? I’m joining too! I asked Mao, but that stupid Chinese man said no and…” She stopped in the middle of her sentence, staring at Freja as her eyes grew wider and wider and her mouth made a perfect ‘O’. ”THAT’S TERRIBLE! We….W-we… W-w-we’ll be com-compet-ting a-against each oth-ther!” She would have to face her best friend in a terrible battle of cooking! Their friendship would be ruined because of that! They would hate each other and never talk ever again! Her bottom lip started to tremble and she felt water coming up to her eyes. That was just unfair! Life was unfair!
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2011 1:17 am
Benedikt grinned back down at Kevin with the man's greeting before sliding his eyes over the other two there for the first time. Ah, not a bad pair, were they? Benedikt shouldn't be surprised that Kevin knew more people than he did; he did live on the island, after all. Although.. Benedikt had lived in places for longer, he was sure, and still never could be this friendly with any of them. He raised a brow in mild surprise that Kevin would so easily take being called out on his tomfoolery. Did he know them really that well? Good thing he wasn't the jealous sort or he may have taken this little discovery worse than he did. He only gave a small shrug and took a seat where Kevin directed him to, watching the other two for a short moment before looking back to Kevin, genuinely surprised for a second or two there. Two years didn't make them old friends? ..Well, ********, Benedikt wasn't sure what would, then! He never stuck with anyone for longer than a season or two, unless they were his family – understandable in his line of business. Oh, well, he wasn't going to cry over spilled milk or anything~ His choice, his fault!
“Any 'great story' I can tell better, gov.” Of course he could! Because any great story had to feature Benedikt – it was a rule of these sorts of things! No one went through more adventures than him~! ...Even big-d**k, or Yoakim, as Kevin had introduced him. He gave a nod to the man and then to Keith; family? Didn't look that much alike to Ben. Then again, considering his own family, he was pretty sure that 'similar faces' thing was more of an off and on sort of deal. He was about to comment on the 'trick' bit, but he chose to leave that one be since any explanation he had would associate him to the multicolored louse digging in the ground off in the distance. Or eating dirt. Both were possible when it came to Benedek. So, it was best to just shrug at the man and grin like always, then keep his eyes planted on the group because, for one, he didn't give two shits what was happening with the rest of the square right then. He wasn't scoping that day and he doubted he would really 'win' anything that contest, so there wasn't a point in sizing up the enemies. It was just a casual day for them all! Yep, nothing could possibly ruin or intrude on their fun little bubble of a social gathering – like the housewives that gathered in the square every day at noon to gossip! He knew from experience how hard it was to get in between those lasses.
Or so he thought until Keith began suctioning some approaching man's face. He couldn't very well hide the surprise at – ha! They were giving a Frenchy~ He would have said that aloud with a snicker had he been, oh, maybe twelve years old, but, thankfully, he wasn't. So he kept his mouth shut and merely watched for a brief second before looking over at Kevin when the man spoke. “If that's right, then we ought to invite that bloke over there.” He flicked a hand over in Reinbach's direction, but stopped short of chuckling when he saw a head of dark blue hair, “Or that geezer.” Ha, two apparent gays – wait. He arched a brow in less of amusement and more thoughtful as he saw long red hair on some other man, pointing him out next. “..Or that mate.. Then that nervous fellow over there – cor blimey, we should invite the whole lot of them! Baboon included, mate – think he's giving that blond bloke the look.” Was Florence actually flirting with Reinbach? Probably not, but Benedikt wouldn't be surprised if the eccentric was banging the monkey. He finally let out that held back chuckle and looked back over at Keith and his boytoy. Still at it? Damn, stamina much? ..Oh, no, they were done.
Much to Conor's disapproval as Keith decided to pull back to talk. Conor would have bitched about that if he wasn't just plain old happy that Keith was actually talking. It wasn't that he didn't mind mute Keith, but, ********, not-mute-Keith was so much ******** better. ..But, dammit, he didn't need to start making out with him and then just drop it like that! He frowned and bit his tongue before he snapped something out at the other, choosing to take any frustration he had onto Yoakim. Of course, it had been two years since Yoakim negated any 'hot' factor because of some attitude, but.. was Conor still pissed at him? Hell ******** yeah! He didn't even get why the guy jumped him those two times like that! Sure, he may have deserved it, but it wasn't a goddamned free for all! Only Keith or Blaire could have kicked the s**t out of him, not some bystander. ..If Conor was less irritated at that moment, he would probably have appreciated the man's presence, if only because it was so easy to switch any irritation onto the man~ He kept one arm across Keith's shoulders, propping his head up on the man's left shoulder idly. Yes, he was being clingy, but, eh, it wasn't anything new with the pair. They both were pretty damned clingy for the past two years and it hadn't lessened much since, although Conor could go to the bathroom without Keith tagging inside the stall with him. Not that he minded much then, but, uh, well, it was an improvement? Or some s**t..
“Ellie? It's ******** Ellie, right?” Didn't Blaire say something about that once? “Oh, ********, man, that's low. I don't know if that's even moving up or ******** what. Your brother just has s**t taste or something..” He shrugged and quirked one side of his mouth up into a smirk. Ah, stupid boy. Oh, well, Conor was still Conor and, hey, he didn't like Yoakim that much. Plus, he was sure Keith didn't mind any critical eyes over Blaire's elder sister, especially since she looked a lot like the girl. “..Eh, I guess you can talk her into anything to make up for it.” ..Well. At least he refrained from saying anything worse? Which he mostly did just in case Blaire was in the area. He didn't mind saying anything bad about Ellie to Yoakim, but he wasn't on bad terms with Blaire.. or at least he didn't think he was. Uh, it was best to just leave it as 'probably okay' and move on.
Speaking of moving on, back over at the children's end of the world was John! On the ground! Yes, the boy had tripped back when Wilhelm the airplane crashed into him and was now sitting on the ground blankly staring at the other child. It was hard to say just why he had been crashed into; John had actually been staring at the boy the entire time, even when the white haired child had turned and started to run directly at him, only half listening to Quentin when the boy excitedly tried to exclaim something to him. Maybe he thought that the other was going to turn away and dodge him? ..Or maybe John just wasn't really paying attention very well? Oh, who knows what was going through the blond's mind! He just knew he was on the ground now and a kid was the one who knocked him over. What did he do in these situations? ..What would John Wayne do? John popped his lips and stood back up, both hands going to his pants to tug them up, making it vaguely uncomfortable to stand, but it did better help him do his best Wayne impression! He narrowed his eyes and tilted his head up to look down at the kid, drawling when he spoke next. “A'ight, pilgrim, what steams ta bee the problem ear?” He almost flinched in fear that Dad would come near and smack him for doing something wrong, but, thankfully, Conor was too busy to notice.
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2011 10:35 pm
Kevin would have given a look in the direction that Benedikt was pointing at, but that wouldn’t have been a good move, now would it? As if a blindman would look where someone else was pointing. Everyone in the town square would have just known right away that he was mocking them all since day one! It wasn’t his fault tho! Nope! It was their fault! If they were less stupid, like Judith, they would have known right away that he wasn’t blind, but, unfortunately for them, they chose to be stupid and believing him. Oh well, their fault! Even Yoakim had spent a good three months of dating before discovering that Kevin could see. And then again, that had only happen because they were both in a car and Yoakim, who was driving, and was about run over a cat that he hadn’t seen until Kevin had told him about said cat. Yeah, that one had been hard to explain, so he had just plainly admitted the truth. Oh, the cat? Well, that didn’t stop them from running over it. Rest in peace Mitten…
”Well… if I were you, I’d get friendly with the baboon… Gran’s been telling me that the Mayor wants to… well… have it impregnate the female on the island.” Said Yoakim in a sigh. Seriously, people were getting used to the Mayor after a while, but sometimes, he would pull something like that and everyone went right back to slamming their heads against the nearest brick wall. How could a man live in his own little world like that, was beyond the blacksmith. ”Yes, I’ve seen the paperwork for that law… It’ll never pass, but dear lord that man, and your mother, are making me richer by the minute.” Being a lawyer on that island had proven itself to be the best move of his career. Everyone was crazy and suing left and right! Even just filing insurance paperwork had given him enough money to actually buy his apartment. He wasn’t a tenant anymore, he was owning it! Why hadn’t a lawyer moved to that island before was beyond him.
At the mention of his mother, Keith stiffen up, squeezing Conor’s hand that was around him. Sure, Judith wasn’t trying to kill him anymore nor sending him to Siberia (her lawsuit against Gaston AND the Grindhouse had given her enough money to repay all of Keith’s debt), but that didn’t mean that they were having a good mother/son relationships. He was still scared of her, just no scared for his life anymore. They were better simply ignoring each other’s existence. Not like they had any reason to talk to each other anyway. He just wished to not stumble on her at Gladice one day…. Or… Oh God. His eyes widen up as he came to a sudden realisation. He needed to bring the kids at school, which meant registering them, which meant dealing with Judith. Of course, he would have simply let the kid NOT go to school, but stupid law had him forced to do it if they wanted to keep living on the island. He glanced in the direction of the two kids… didn’t they use to have a third one? Oh, who cared about Eet’s whereabouts. ”Yo, bro… the kids… Care to register them at school for me?” He asked Yoakim.
The Blacksmith was about to reply to him, asking him why he couldn’t do it himself, when Conor spoke. His eyes narrowed themselves, as he threw the blond boy a stare. ”Conor…? Shut the ******** up. I gave you a blackeye once, I can do it again.” He threaten the boy. Sure, he had forgiven him for everything he had done, the moment Keith had decided to go back to him and Blair to just forget about everything, but that didn’t mean he could let him insult his wife. Keith glared back at his brother. If Yoakim wouldn’t let anyone theathen his wife, then neither Keith would! Uh, Husband, not wife… expect on Thursdays and every second Sundays. He didn’t say anything, however, as he still wanted his brother to deal with their mother. ”…and no, she does not…”, the blacksmith then finishes. He had a bad habit to answer everything that was thrown at him, even if he would have been better to just shut up and ignored the comment. ”Problem in the bed Yoakim? I’m telling you, come back to the darkside, We have cookies ad orgies every Monday.” The blacksmith simply ignored the lawyer’s comment as Keith laugh at it.
Talking about laughting… a little further off, Wilhelm was busy laughing as he was rolling on the ground. That had been fun! He was an airplane and them BOOM! CRASH! Accident! Now everyone was on the ground! They were all like twins or something like that. He had heard someone on TV saying that when you are alike you were twin with someone, so now, he was twin with… That kid. ”You speak funny! Kween? Your friend speaks funny!” Of course, thank a kid for just saying whatever was on his mind and not caring about insulting anyone… including himself. The boy got back on his feet and ran back toward John’s, tackling him once more, because, darn it, that was fun, so there wasn’t any reason so to not do it once more. As for Quentin, he looked at his brother and cousin, shaked his head, and went back to trying to figure out what those letter meant. ‘Orange’ was a very difficult word!
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2011 8:12 am
♬ Rhapsody Skysong ♫ Within less than a few minutes the place was already beginning to become crowded with familiar and not so familiar faces. She easily spotted Celeste and Crimson, how could she not miss the red-haired Australian? Smiling, Rhapsody waved for a few seconds in their direction, not really caring if she was seen or not by the two since they seemed to be having a nice conversation. Rhapsody eventually moved onto a Greek vendor and paid for a Gyro. It had been ages since she had one and Rhapsody was not going to pass this up. She passed by the registration for the cooking contest and saw a lot of people lined up. " Good luck" Rhapsody said to the people and headed to a shady bench where she could enjoy her Gyro.
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Wed May 04, 2011 1:44 am
..Impregnate.. It took Conor a second to understand what exactly Yoakim meant, then another to understand what he meant – a baboon? The ******** – He shifted his eyes over to Mr. Green who had, having caught on much quicker than the blond, burst into laughter. Just the sheer ludicrous nature of that mentioning; a baboon? The man looked back to the loveseat where the pair were seated, but quickly turned away with a snicker. Ah, of course, he had been visiting for years, but he hadn't ever heard much about the mayor. Nothing outside of the papers, which probably didn't have access to such juicy details as what the mayor had cooked up in his office but never saw the light of day. He slouched in his seat, resting his head on his hand as he turned his head off to watch the man himself, spotting him off the bat at the judging table. Of course, he knew that one of the judges were the mayor and since he was well aware that Mayor Sonata was a male.. It wasn't hard to deduce just who it was trying to lead the town to s**t. Ah, yes, he did love a dumb mayor~ Nirvani may be a lot safer than he thought with a fool like that in power! Screwing the lawyer, stupid mayor, and added in his own smooth talking skills.. Yes, Benedikt was right at home here, wasn't he~?
“In case you haven't noticed, none of us are female. I don't got no reason to care about that s**t.” Conor shrugged at the guy's woes, honestly unsure why anyone would find that at all displeasing. Besides, it's not like monkey sperm could impregnate a human! Hey, Conor wasn't that uneducated, he knew basic stuff like that! The most that could happen would be deflowering a few girls and, hey, traumatized whores were still whores, right? Virgins were annoying and.. hold up.. Blaire. ********, would Blaire be screwed by a baboon too? ..Uh, on second thought, because he really didn't want to hear about a baboon being where he had already been for one reason, maybe it'd be better if that s**t didn't pass. He didn't voice it, though, if only due to him being aware that it wasn't going to pass anyway, what with how Yoakim was talking more annoyed, Mr. White outright said it wouldn't, and Mr. Green had just laughed his a** off over it. Yeah, it was safe to think Blaire and his own comfort was fine.
...********, did Keith just squeeze his hand? Not fine? Was he fine? He didn't know – ********, ********, <********>, was Keith alright? He wasn't suddenly relapsing or any of that s**t, right? He was still alive? What did a baboon screwing chicks have to do with Keith freaking? No, wait, wait, Conor, Keith wasn't freaking. Conor was. He swallowed and tore his eyes from there off to Yoakim, linking his hands to loosely circle Keith. Was that a hug? ...Kinda. What the ******** did anyone care if it was, huh? Conor would just kill them for thinking something was wrong with it! ..After he killed Yoakim. He frowned at the man and didn't bother to hide any anger at the guy for his threat, but he didn't make any move or say anything against it. Because, firstly, he didn't want to move right then and, secondly, he didn't want to say something that would have Yoakim making him move. He was at least starting to be somewhat aware of his mouth when he wanted to – good sign? Hopefully.
At any rate, he let the conversation go on without much input – much to his soon to be delight. His anger left him in favor of amusement as his brows raised and he tried not to laugh at the guy – Ellie was s**t in bed? Then why the ******** was he even with her? Of course, Ellie had once been hot, though outshined by her older sister since Cassie was just the sexiest thing on the island, from what Conor remembered, which made her second even in her prime. So, he was basically with the modest, average, mom who sucked in bed? ..********, that.. that was just s**t. There was no other way to call that. ..Ah, but it seemed, weirdly enough, Mr. Green had something Conor didn't.. really understood, earning the green-guy a strange, confused look that bordered annoyance. Once Benedikt had stopped laughing along with Keith, he spoke up, “Ha! You got yourself a posh wank, eh? Sounds like bit of a Doris too.” ..Where did Doris come into this? Conor really had no ******** clue, but, again, he was too busy keeping Keith close and not dead to say anything.
Benedikt, though, kept going, quite happy at that. He was enjoying this talk! Really, poor man ended up with some boring woman! Not that Benedikt had ever been fond of women.. Seriously, did that need to be said? But, he did somewhat understand it. If he thought of it like sticking with the much more interesting gender or.. like being with a flamboyant man! Yes, they were practically women! ..Annoying as hell, though.. Alright, he couldn't really get it, but he wasn't going to leave his opinion out for some silly reason like that! “You could do the naff thing and muff dive her. You get her gagging for it and she's not some bimbo, she'll return it. But,” He sat back up and set his hand behind him, holding him up as he leaned back in a mild stretch. He gave a smirk and shrug at the other, “bird's just aren't worth the effort, mate. Come join us bum pirates over here – we're all much easier. Am I right, gov?” He patted Kevin's shoulder and chuckled – of course he was! Honestly, why bother with women when there were easier men? It wasn't like Yoakim was only playing for the opposing team – he swung for both! It was just stupid for him to trap himself up with a girl with those options!
Speaking of better options, John was finding himself stuck in a dilemma with the new kid as he would much prefer to go back to Quentin, but the new kid was still talking to him! Which meant he had to pay attention or else he'd get extra dishes, floors, and ropes to clean! Or was that Dad? ..He wasn't sure right then. All he knew was that while he was being cool, the little boy had started to laugh and call him funny! Well, John thought that HE was funny at talking! John wasn't funny! He was COOL, because Dad said that cool people spoke like that and.. and he didn't know what he was practicing so hard for if Dad was wrong! Could Dad be wrong?! That meant everything he had ever been told would come into question if he was wrong about this and.. and the boy just couldn't accept that! So. The other little boy was just too stupid to understand! ...But, John wasn't going to say that. It would be mean! ...Aaand he was kinda being shoved back to the ground by a flailing little boy, which ruined any thoughts of telling the kid off for calling him 'funny'.
“Quuuiiinn!” He whined as he held his arms and legs stiffly out, unsure what he should do with him on top of him like that – did he.. did he push him..? But, that was just – he could hurt him and – ...Wait, he wasn't breathing – why wasn't he breathing?! Oh, John Wayne, the boy had knocked the air out of him! He needed to preserve what little air he had left! So, he sucked in his lips and puffed out his cheeks, holding his breath to liiive.
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