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 Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2009 2:07 pm
She had listened to Varu’s words-- going so far as to almost obey him! She could be good, so long as she remained a ‘Princess’. That in itself would be a reward for laying off her bitter comments. She almost wanted to giggle--
He called me princess!
Fine. She’d be good. But only because whenever Vale spoke, he seemed to make her blush by his compliments. Maybe not all boys were stupid, just most of them. Some of them more than others, apparently.
Quinn’s words hit her like a torrent-- sure, she had called a boy that knew the stores like the back of his hands a girl! But did that really warrant those insults? She began wiggling-- she’d teach him what for one more time-- this time she’d aim better and kick harder!!
But then, the word that she had become so accustomed the hearing at school hit her like a brick-- she sat stunned for a moment, unsure if he’d really said it--
He did. He really did.
She would kill him! She’d kill him! How dare he!! That stupid, stupid idiot!!
Her face had turned as red as a beet-- lips pursed in preparation for her next string of retorts and insults. She would let him have it! She knew just what to say!!
She wasn’t stupid!
They weren’t right! She wasn’t! They told her she wasn’t!
But they had lied.
Tears had begun to form as her uncomfortable wriggling continued-- she’d break his stupid neck!! She wouldn’t cry, no! Wet though her eyes may be, she wouldn’t let the tears fall. it didn’t matter if no one like her! She was going to persist anyway! That was all she could do.
She was supposed to exist, supposed to smile for Varu, and supposed to be nice---
Her hand reached back, clinging once more to Varu’s shirt as she sent a horrible, watery glare to Quinn. She had to be strong, and she had to be good. The promises she had made to Varu were like tight chains, holding her back from being a bad girl.
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2009 3:51 pm
At the first sight of tears, the Big Brother Radar went off. He couldn't stand tears - especially not when it came to girls.
Kneeling down, he set her gently on her feet, taking her by the hand like a knight would bow to a Lady. "Never you mind him, Tepin." A blithe smile and a sharp, quick glare to Quinn let the boy know exactly who was in the doghouse here, "He just has trouble acting his age." Chivalrously kissing the back of her hand, he stood back up with a warmer smile.
"Now, let us find you some clothes." Keeping a hold on her hand, he led her over to the children's section.
The look he sent Quinn was clear: as soon as she was in the dressing rooms, there was going to be a talk. A talk that might include lots of vengeful hair-tugging in lieu of punches. A talk about little girls, and how precious they were, and how Quinn, as a man, was supposed to protect their happiness. Children were supposed to be innocent, and bratty - what really mattered was how you treated them despite it.
Vale was not pleased. How could Quinn say those things? Brat or not, they were the adults here (technically). It was expected of her - but with Quinn, that behaviour wasn't okay with Valeriu, and he let the other boy know it.
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2009 4:23 pm
Quinn felt quite a bit of satisfaction when he saw her eyes fill up with tears. His step took on a bit of a hop, and he had to resist the urge to hum happily.
Take THAT, Little Girl. Bet you can't, can you? No, you can't take it. Don't dish out what you can't take, that's right! Uh-huh.
And then he saw the look on Vale's face and all of that came crashing down. The feathers on his hair and arms bristled, and he crossed his arms. Like HE was to blame. Like she WASN'T a total brat.
Attention-stealing, day-ruining, Vale-angering stupid little brat!
And then Vale had the nerve to say that! How dare he? Acting his age. Pah! He was acting his age. She just needed to not mess with the big boys if she couldn't handle it. Which she obviously couldn't.
And there he was ruining Quinn's plan. This store was for Vale's shorts. HER store wasn't for another half hour. Vale did this just to spite him, he knew it. Stupid girls.
Quinn turned away from them and stalked off in the opposite direction, estimating Vale's size and picking out some possible choices for him.
What? He could sulk efficiently.
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2009 4:52 pm
Her face never changed from that red colour, even if her rage was quelled-- maybe she really was a princess, what with the way that he was treating her. Her mind was running in circles as she stammered for some sort of reply. She had to say something, otherwise she would look like an idiot!
“B-b-but--!” She knew this wasn’t where to look-- the sale was at the other store, these clothes were going to be more expensive. Still- hand in his, she followed like a duckling-- how was she supposed to protest? He had kissed her.
At the thought, her face lit up in a whole new shade of bright red.
Kissed her!!!
Was this just some sort of reward for keeping her cool? For not actually crying and not starting a fight?! But he had called her pretty last night, hadn’t he? And called her a princess!! But that was just something Varu did, right? It wasn’t like he liked her liked her! He just wanted her to be good and not cry or be mean, right?
But he kissed her.
The opposition now quickly started up in her mind. There was no way that was true! He was dating Quinn, right? They were together!
“U-uhm!!” Her eyes were glued to the floor as they walked, face still a bright beet colour, “Do you really, really like him? L-like… like him like him?”
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2009 5:28 pm
The girl's side of the children's section was relatively foreign to Valeriu. For Sydni he'd had to buy dresses and such, but the choices were easy - she didn't care so much what she was dressed in so long as she could run around. For Tepin, there was more to take into consideration.
Girls were hard to shop for.
Keeping tabs on where Quinn was from the corner of his eye and with a tilt of his ear, he couldn't help but follow the boy with his eye so often. It made him a strange kind of nervous to have Quinn offended and away from him. He couldn't hold his hand from here, or brush against him, or tug on his hair. It didn't feel right not to be close by.
But Quinn was Quinn.
It still didn't stop him from glancing over to the other boy every so often like a kicked kitten. Or maybe like an overprotective guard dog.
In the meantime, however, he curiously looked through the racks upon racks of girl's clothing. So much! And so frilly, and so colorful. Girls had the strangest tastes in fashion.
Still, it looked cute on them, so he couldn't complain.
He thoughtfully 'hm'ed, looking down at the girl.
"Ee't ee's more complicated than that," he acknowledged, "He can be strange and annoying at times. But sometimes," rarely, but they were there, he smiled, "sometimes I see the sides of him I like best. And that ee's v'orth ee't."
Worth it enough to go against his god's wishes. Worth it, in spite of the Game.
"Say," he pulled out an outfit off the rack, presenting it to her helpfully. "V'hat do you think about this?"
It was a monster of fashion. Truly hideous. Made even worse by the naive face he made next to it - he truly had no clue exactly how not-okay that horror of a dress was.
It was clear: Tepin had to take command.
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2009 5:54 pm
Quinn picked out several pairs in several different colors (and a few different sizes, just in case) for Vale to try on. He threw them over his shoulder, holding them by the hanger, and continued looking. He found a tight-fitting V-neck, and grinned. It would look great on Vale, and he would make sure he wore it.
A V-neck? Really Quinn? At least let the man pretend he still has some heterosexuality left.
Quinn smirked, and added the V-neck to the clothes he was carrying. At least Mr. Q was talking to him again. He glanced over at Vale like a sneaky ninja, making sure that Vale didn't see him and make eye contact.
He was leading Little Girl around, picking out clothes for her. Quinn's anger sprouted anew, and he furiously rifled through the rack of clothes in front of him, not really looking for anything.
I'm going to tell him off later! Just you wait!
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2009 6:48 pm
Tourist-- that was the only way to describe the dress. It looked like someone had taken an old tourist’s button-down top and turned it into some monstrosity of frills and fake layers. It. Was. Hideous. But Varu liked it? ….Really?
“Good choice!” She lied, a shadow falling over her eyes though her mouth was smiling widely, “Lemme pick one too!!”
Her fingers tugged at the hangers, looking from dress to dress as she slid them along the circular rack. This was serious business now. She had to find something cute: at least she could have one dress that would look okay! Then she could go out in public without being pointed and laughed at. This wasn’t some kind of joke-- she had to pick something, and fast, before he got an idea to pick out another.
“AH!” One stood out-- a size small, perfect! It was simple, unlike the other dress-- it reminded her of button-down tops, but rather than stopping at the waist like a shirt, it continued until around mid thigh. At the waist was a small tie to keep the dress closed, on top of the many white buttons lining the front.
It was perfect!
“What about this one? I’mma go try it on, ‘kay?”
Psh, answers, what kid waited for them? Clutching the dress close, she rushed off to go talk to the clerk that stood watching her from behind a desk. She carefully looked at how many items the girl had, before ushering her into a room lined with many rooms closed off by curtains.
Disappearing behind one of the curtains, she had finally left the boys alone.
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2009 7:13 pm
When she left, Valeriu didn't quite know what to do with himself, darting another glance over to where Quinn was with a frown.
He was angry at Quinn. The other godling shouldn't have spoken to a little girl like that. Tepin was a sweet kid - she only acted like a brat because she wasn't used to being treated well.
But it didn't sit right with him, this distance. Another glance, and he meandered over to where Quinn was, tail slunk low against his legs and tip flicking irritably. Sneaking up behind the other godling, he snaked his arms around him in a hug, setting his chin on a shoulder with a disgruntled huff of breath.
"I am angry v'ith you," he grumbled. "That v'as a terrible thing to say to a child."
Angry as he was, though, he hugged the other godling closer. No, he definitely hadn't liked that distance.
"I don't v'ant to be angry v'ith you. So don't say things like that."
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2009 7:19 pm
Quinn felt Vale's arms snake around him, and he leaned his head back onto the boy's shoulder, stuffing his hands into the hoodie's pockets. He sighed. "Well, she wasn't being very nice. Once again. She. Slammed. My testicles." He took in a deep breath, held it for a few seconds, then forced it out. "Alright, I'm sorry. I won't do it again." He twisted his head around, and kissed Vale's neck.
Immediately, his mood lifted, he spun around and slipped out of Vale's embrace. "Now, it's time to try your new clothes on!" He held up the pile of things he had picked out for Vale. "To the dressing rooms!" He grabbed Vale and dragged him behind, running into the dressing rooms.
He ignored the wierd looks the female worker was giving them.
After pushing Vale inside, he stepped in and locked it behind him. He threw the clothes onto a bench in the back of the very tiny cubicle.
"Here, try on these shorts, with this V-neck." He held it up to Vale, making it very obvious he was going to stay while Vale changed.
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2009 7:41 pm
The attendant was stunned, “Excuse me sirs butyouhavetocheck---” They had disappeared into the dressing room before the poor woman could count their goods, let alone to escort them to separate rooms.
They had a system! You go to the clerk, show her your items to try on, and then go into your booth! That way, when she checked your items when you left the booth, the store could be sure that nothing was stolen. Why did kids always try to fight the system?! It was there for a reason!
Teenagers. She knew their type-- they were probably laughing like little kids in their stall, shoving the clothes into their sweatshirts and thinking they could get away with shop lifting.
Not on her watch they weren’t.
Keys jingling in hand (as, of course, all employees that maintain the changing rooms are armed with said keys), she marched towards her prey. The woman fancied herself a type of old fashioned sheriff-- moving in on two rotten, old, no good crooks. The plan moved through her head-- she’d unlock and throw open the door, showing the two criminals what for while earning herself a promotion.
It was about the time that the clerk had made it about half way through the hall before she was bumped into a small girl in one of the store’s dresses. The girl look distressed, eyes scanning back towards the entry to the hall-- Varu had been there when she went in… so where did he go?
“”Scuse me!” A small hand tug on the woman’s skirt, and she pointed over towards the woman’s desk. “Did you see where the boy with kitty ears went?”
“Oh! The woman exclaimed, glaring back towards the door the man had disappeared in, “Is he your brother? Tsk-- you poor thing. Getting dragged around like this. Just give me a minute, and I’ll get him for you. But you better tell him what for! He and his friend are trying to shoplift!”
Mmm… Varu’s too nice to do that-- it‘s just that idiot getting him in trouble again!! she thought to herself, while wearing her most innocent expression. She would make Quinn pay for getting him in trouble on their nice day out.
But the clerk simply continued, her plain high heels clicking against the linoleum floors as she closed in on her target-- despite the false bravado she had shown earlier, she knew she had to go by the protocol. It was too bad, she sighed, that the store had to take so many steps to avoid being sued.
And so, leaning against the wall beside the door, a small girl curiously waiting by her side, she rapped upon the door a few sharp times.
“Boys--” She was Winona! Aged 32 and working at a department store! This was the only thing she had going for her, and she was sure as hell not going to let a few gene-spliced punks ruin it for her! “Care to tell me what you are doing in there without checking in to the dressing rooms first?”
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2009 8:00 pm
He looked down at the clothes, and back up at Quinn expectantly.
When it became clear that Quinn was neither leaving nor turning around, he nervously looked back down at the clothes, taking them gingerly.
This was nothing to get nervous about, he told himself. Quinn had seen him in the boxers-functioning-as-bathing-suit before (although he was so feverish at the time he could barely remember more than blurs). It was normal. Nothing to get worked up about. He'd never had a problem getting changed in front of other guys before.
Quinn wasn't another guy.
He whirled around, a disgruntled look upon his face and ears flattening and unflattening even more nervously. If Quinn wasn't going to turn around, he could at least. Yes. Could just stare at the wall and pretend Quinn wasn't there. That was easier.
Tugging both sweatshirt and undershirt off, he held up the v-neck for inspection. It looked pretty tight, hopefully he'd still be able to move as freely in it--
Unknowingly, he was giving Quinn a chance to stare at an interesting display of scars on his back - nicks and scratches easily dwarfed by criss-crossing claw marks upon his shoulder blades, and another pair dragged down from his ribs to end above his hip. The first few months of the jungle certainly hadn't been kind to him, and it was daunting matching the marks up with the animal that must have made them.
His ears pricked up at the sound of the knocking, looking back with a dry look at Quinn.
"You didn't check ee't ee'n?"
He'd thought Quinn had done it beforehand!
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2009 8:14 pm
Quinn grinned as the boy turned around, silently moving closer to him. After the shirt had been taken off, he stared at all of the scars on the other boy's back, resisting the urge for the time being to touch them. He quietly unzipped the hoodie he had recieved from Vale, letting it fall down. He came up behind Vale and was just about to wrap his arms around the other boy's similarly bare torso when the door knocked. He jumped back immediately, so Vale wouldn't notice.
"Uhhh, dang, oops." He opened the door a little bit, and squinted out. "We've got six items, sorry for not telling you before, we're in kind of a rush because of a sale across the street thank you bye!" He shut the door back, then turned to Vale and grinned. "Now, that's that." He suddenly snatched the V-neck from Vale. "You know, nevermind, don't put that on right now. Try on the shorts first, otherwise I'll judge the shorts based on how they look with the shirt without meaning to, and we might not buy shorts we would buy normally, you know?" He babbled, and dropped the V-neck on the floor, kicking it, along with the clothes Vale had taken, behind him, so he was between Vale and them. He smiled sweetly.
"So. Try those shorts, first. The plaid ones."
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2009 8:36 pm
The door quickly slammed into her face--
OOOOOH. Miss Wynona was NOT going to stand for that! No way in hell. Particularly now when she had no way of trusting these kids-- of course they would say something like that, only to have taken seven or eight objects into the stalls. Waiting for the manager would only give them more time to stuff their shirts and exit the store untouched!
There was the system for a reason! She repeated this in her head as she fumbled with her keys, and by enforcing that system, she was doing nothing but good for the company! Maybe even a promotion would be her reward for catching the thieving rats!
She needed no further justification as she flung the door open with glee. Finally, the plan was getting even somewhat close to her original self-glorification. She’d be the hero after all!
All the success in the world couldn’t have prepared her for the screech that reached her ears once the door had opened. It was loud, but short, and almost as soon as it had started it had died down. What in god’s name….? Turning behind her, she noticed the girl hiding her face behind the woman’s skirt, eyes shut tight and hands covering her blushing face.
“H-h-he’s!!!” The girl stammered helplessly, covering her face as it was the thing to be ashamed of, “N-n-naked!!!!”
Now, that wasn’t particularly true, Winona noted as her eyes darted back into the room. He was, at best, half naked. While his lithe and supple back, coated with the scars that all real men should have, was bare; the main dish, the crucial parts, were still, unfortunately, covered. Of, how she wished to take to her primal self, rushing to an impassioned embrace as he held her tight against his rippling chest-- Oh, if only he might take her away, to a land unknown, in which they could form their lives, enamored with one another for the rest of ti-
Wait-- what? Her face blushed a right red-- what was she thinking? Did she really have the mind of a trashy romance novel!? NO NO! She couldn’t possibly think that way about some gene-spliced punk!!
And yet… she could not take her eyes off of him. It was as if she were suddenly sick with lust for his body.
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2009 8:56 pm
Caught in the middle of trying on the shorts, he was flummoxed and frozen.
I know that look! His god suddenly cackled in the back of his mind, nearly sending him jumping in shock. The man hadn't spoken for days, hadn't made a single comment or disdainful sniff. But here he was, nearly howling in laughter - You, boy, are in for it.
Valeriu was suddenly, desperately uncomfortable with this situation. The woman was staring at him strangely (in the same way Quinn stared at him, and he wasn't ready to realize other people even began to think of him like that), he didn't even have the damn plaid pants all the way on--
Flustered and backed into a corner, he could feel his hackles rising already, tail fluffing up outrageously and further sending him stumbling over himself.
"Excuse me miss," god, could his face get any redder? "Could you please give us a moment? V'e v'ill be right out. Really."
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2009 9:17 pm
Quinn twitched. Not a huge twitch, just a small one. Just, a general twitch, where his whole body tensed up for a nanosecond. He was this close. THIS CLOSE. So close he could almost taste it.
Literally.
He was incredibly peeved by this woman's entrance. He had SAID six items. Why didn't that woman listen to him? And he knew her. Oh, he knew her. He had shopped here several times. He had never liked that woman. He glared. He glared with incredible, blind rage. All thoughts of half-naked Vale were left behind as he thought of the best way to get back at this woman.
And then he saw the look she gave Vale. He knew that look. He had given that look several times. To the same subject. Not quite with such intensity, though. It was as if she was suddenly struck with a blind lust for his boyfriend.
Quetzalcoatl cackled in the back of his mind, and he didn't know why.
This did not please Quinn, either. At all. He was overtaken with protective jealousy. What had previously just been a pure intent on destroying the woman's day had become an absolute, almost primal intent on destroying the woman's life.
My Valeriu.
Mine.
He made a quick, short hiss. A few seconds later, an incredibly large spider crawled along the wall above her head. He hissed again.
The spider dropped.
Into her hair.
In a swoop, Quinn picked up his hoodie and Vale's clothes, running out with them and sweeping up Tepin in his arms with the clothes as he ran past Miss Wynona. A few more spiders started crawling along the cieling towards her.
"C'mon, Vale!" He yelled. "Sorry Little Girl, don't mean to hurt you, but we have to get out of here." It occured to him that she might still be wearing clothes that she had tried on for the store. Oh, well. More spiders started dropping into her hair. He got to the door, and pushed at it with his shoulder to open it up.
"You should really look into that spider problem," He called back to the store clerk, "I'm sure that isn't health regulation at all!"
He made a mental note to tell some rats to die in her refridgerator.
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