|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Sun May 31, 2009 5:34 pm
Elst frowned, looking down at Aoi. “Yes, I was rather mortified upon reading about their destruction as well. I mean, how could they have allowed for such mass murder to occur? It’s genocide, really… Well, I am at least sure of this; if such a thing ever happened again, they wouldn’t get Aoi. I wouldn’t let them.”
The frown disappeared though, at Verdant’s next question. “Yeah, he’s a little feisty sometimes, but it’s all good. He’s a little bundle of life.”
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2009 11:43 pm
"Well, you've got an ally in me should that ever happen," Verdant said with a cheerful smile. "Of course, I'd like to think that we've come a long way from then, you know?"
"He sure seems like it. I'm sure there's never a dull moment with him around!" Verdantthen remembered something his landlady had asked of him and absently looked around for a clock, but was a little too lazy to really search for one. "Say, Elst, you wouldn't happen to have the time, would you? I promised to help clean the roof of my apartment complex yesterday, but I completely forgot about it in my haste to rid myself of those wretched caterpillars."
He didn't want to leave, but he liked to keep his promises. Besides, the aroma of Elst's house was making him very drowsy.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2009 8:31 pm
Elst grinned a bit. “Well, it’s certainly nice to know I have someone to count on. It’s really quite surprising how primitive most people are when dealing with things different than themselves.” He allowed his eyes to wander around a bit, trying to remember where’d he’d put the small clock he usually kept in the room, He turned his head slightly.
“Hm, where’d I put that clock… Can’t quite remember. But I think I may have left my watch on that little table…the one next to your chair.” He pointed to a small end table sitting next to the arm of Verdant’s recliner, upon which rested a fairly large fern, its tendrilous branches reaching out, practically burying the table in fern leaves. The watch he spoke about was on the tabletop somewhere, buried in fern leaves. The watch itself was a very large, old-fashioned pocket watch, fashioned out of what looked like brass. It could have been gold for all Elst knew, he’d never bothered to check.
“If you need any help cleaning your roof, of course, I wouldn’t mind assisting you.”
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 2:55 pm
Verdant rummaged through the thick fern leaves until his his hand hit something solid. He picked up the watch and whistled at how beautiful it was. Was that solid gold? He wasn't really sure, but it probably was. He checked the time and groaned. It was time to leave, but he was he was so very comfortable and did not feel like cleaning up the aftermath of the Blacklocks' birthday bash. Then Elst offered to help out, which made the chore a billion times more enjoyable.
"Oh, would you really? That'd be great! I could make you guys some dinner afterwards; I make a mean casserole!" He'd been practicing how to cook casseroles for a week by now; the frat boys had been used as his guinea pigs, but regretted it after the first few tries when they found pieces of bone in the food.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2009 4:18 pm
Elst smiled at the prospect of helping out a friend. “Oh, I’d be glad to help you, certainly. Just lead the way there. And a casserole seems appetizing, I don’t eat the more complex sorts of things often these days…” At that, Elst sat up, bringing the shoulder-perched Aoi with him. He picked the watch up from its resting place in the fern, placing it in one of his multitude of pockets as he turned to face the hallway. “So, what’s this chore you need to deal with, anyway? What’s the mess?”
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 10:25 pm
Verdant got up out of his seat and stretched. Elst's house was too comfortable; Verdant was sure that he would've fallen asleep if he'd stayed a few more minutes. "It's at my apartment complex, so it shouldn't take us too long to get there. I need to clean up after we all threw a birthday party for the Blacklocks' youngest kid; she just turned ten and we kinda trashed the roof."
The rose and the amaranth always have made good friends, Verdant thought as he led his new friend and boss back to the apartment complex. Heh-heh... this should be fun.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Jun 19, 2009 11:54 pm
Elst stretched his legs a bit as he stood from the chair; there was a lot of leg to stretch, after all. As he passed the small side-table, he reached in the fern, grabbing the watch on the way. It’d probably come in handy, there likely wasn’t a clock on the roof of Verdant’s apartment, after all.
“Oh, a birthday party…That must’ve been fun…Especially if it made such a mess. The cleanup, though…is a bit of a different story, eh?” He accompanied this with a quick grin, that looked as if laughter had backed it, before following him out the door. It was, once again, a good sized walk across the nursery, but he followed without any sign of exhaustion.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2009 12:43 pm
“It was pretty fun. I’ll be sure to invite you guys to the next shindig we have.” Verdant sighed a bit when the mess was mentioned. “Yeah, you have no idea how bad those kids can be when you give them sweets; it’s like pumping someone with gallons upon gallons of caffeine.”
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
