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 Posted: Fri Jul 07, 2006 8:09 pm
No. No, no, no. The Bird did not sing. It couldn't be her. It couldn't be...Sabriel flinched as Lenore came dancing into the room, accidently moving the glass and splattering the counter with cranberry. Shoving Prince out of harm's way, he shot a glare over one shoulder at her, hoping she'd leave as soon as possible. Why today?
"Go 'way." he ordered her, attempting to look as though he were in the middle of something important. Well, in a sense he was. Juice making was a serious business.
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Posted: Fri Jul 07, 2006 8:15 pm
Lenore's eyes slitted.
"Make me, Cat," she snapped. Seizing a glass and getting herself a cup of lemonade, she eyed Prince coolly before curling her lip at Sabriel. She was absolutely sick and tired of trying to be nice to this little terror.
"Should I even bother trying to talk to you?" she asked. She could feel the happy bubble in her deflating by the second, and she wouldn't mind some sarcasm and insult-trading to get it back up again.
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Posted: Fri Jul 07, 2006 8:24 pm
Sabriel's tails gave an angry jerk - he longed to fulfill that request, but, remembering their meeting at the playground, did nothing. He swallowed the irritation, turning back to the task at hand.
"No." He punched the buttons with a little more force than perhaps they needed, but stayed relatively calm. What had she been so happy about, anyway? The toddler tilted his head at Len while she got herself a glass of lemonade. "Sing horrible." he added thoughtfully, hoping to make her even more mad.
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Posted: Fri Jul 07, 2006 8:31 pm
Lenore grinned savagely.
"Yeah? At least I don't look like my face got caught in a blender," she said evenly, taking a seat two down from Sabriel. Sipping her drink calmly, she glanced at the Cat sidelong.
"Where's your mum? She turn you loose or something?"
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Posted: Fri Jul 07, 2006 8:49 pm
Sabriel huffed, flattening his ears back. "Vulture." Okay, it wasn't a good comeback. But vultures liked faces-in-blenders sort of things, and Len was a stupid Bird, and it made sense. He sipped gingerly at his own drink and nearly gagged. URGH. She'd made him put sugar in it! This was starting to get personal.
At the question, he frowned at her, annoyed by her tone. "Gone. Doctor." Venom found its way into his voice as he spoke the final sentence, because he hated the horrible baby even more than he hated the Bird. "Doctor for stupid baby."
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Posted: Fri Jul 07, 2006 8:56 pm
"Close enough. Raven, mange-bag." Len paused, taking another sip of lemonade. "If you laid out in the sun and died, y'know, ravens would swarm you and peck out your eyes."
She'd always found that particular tidbit of information highly fascinating. She'd relished the chance to share it. As the Cat continued to talk, she tilted her head curiously at his bitter tone at the mention of Miss Chin's...baby, was it?
"Oh. That's too bad, then," she said amiably. "Looks like she's replacing you, huh?"
Despite the meanness of the words, there was almost sympathetic concern in her tone. Not much, but enough.
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Posted: Sat Jul 08, 2006 6:15 am
"Not plannin' on dying." Sabriel said, sounding disgusted. It was a sort of interesting fact, he had to admit, but she made it sound so...imminent. So much for not being a vulture. Right. Eyeballs probably didn't taste very good, anyway.
He looked even more irritated as she pounced on the baby subject - the one thing he really really didn't want to talk about. "Don't care." he dismissed it, trying to sound indifferent, and sipped at the juice again, which (thankfully) tasted better the second time around.
He spied a jar of maraschino cherries sitting on the counter, waiting to be put in drinks - bringing it closer, he fished around in it and brought out four, two of which he tossed at the Bird. "Eyes for the vulture!" he told her with a grin, dunking two into his own glass.
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Posted: Sat Jul 08, 2006 7:29 am
"Too bad for that," Lenore said cheerfully. She didn't bother ducking or flinching as the cherries soared over at her. A wind shear in miniature caught them before they struck, hovering bizarrely and rotating in midair. She reached out for them and popped one in her mouth, chewing thoughtfully.
"Not bad. Could use some bile," she said, warming to the eyeball theme. He might be a repugnant...cat... but Len almost didn't mind. He was pleasantly unpleasant to hang around with. "Sorry 'bout the baby. Maybe it won't be so bad. It could be evil like you, maybe."
She said it not as an insult, but as more an observation. She saw no point in trying to pretend the kid was something he wasn't. So what if he was a mean-spirited cat? Wasn't his fault he was born that way.
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Posted: Sun Jul 09, 2006 5:52 pm
It must've been the magic that put Sabriel on edge, who stared intently at the twirling cherries, completely distracted from the conversation, and not anything Lenore had said. He only relaxed when she moved to pluck one from the air - blinked eyes slitted from reaction and opened them normal, let out breath in a long sigh, and relaxed completely when the last one fell to earth.
Shaking his head to clear it, he blinked again. "Don't want...don't want baby at all." he said firmly once he figured out what Lenore had remarked on. "Not at all." It was even worse if it was an evil baby, because it'd get a lot more attention that way. "Bird buy baby?" Sabriel sounded hopeful. It was a good idea! Then the Bird would have to deal with the stupid baby and everything would be fine. She probably liked babies. All girls did.
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Posted: Sun Jul 09, 2006 8:25 pm
Taking especial pleasure in Sabriel's discomfort, Len finished her lemonade and switched over to a kiwi-strawberry concoction. Sipping delicately, she nodded in attentive interest at the Cat's words.
"Sorry Cat, house is full enough all ready. We got me, Mum," she said, ticking off family on her fingers, "Julian, Ethan, Doll, Sadako - you remember Sadako, don't you? - an' probably more people on the way, sooner or later. You never know."
Shrugging, she took a gulp of juice.
"It might not be as bad as you think," she murmured. "Your mum loves you for some reason, right? Just 'cause there's someone new coming along...don't mean she'll love you less for it. Iffen you're just worried about being alone...well. You don't seem the type to care if you got company or not."
Len glanced at the Cat. She had no idea how on earth anyone could love something like him, but Miss Chin probably did. She figure he was either worried of losing her abused affections...or maybe he just really, really hated everything that moved, and the baby was just a new target.
One never knew. Especially with cats.
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Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2006 7:54 pm
"Sure? Can throw out 'Dako." Of course not. That was all you could expect from birds.
He watched her out of the corner of his eye, but the Bird didn't do anything else suspicious. "Don't care 'bout her." he shrugged, not cheered up by her words. No attention...the part about not needing company was right and made him puff up a little with pride, though. That was him. Didn't need anyone. But having no attention was a horrible prospect.
The thought of Sadako did make Sabriel pause. Babies were better company, at least, than crazy evil guardians.
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Posted: Tue Jul 11, 2006 3:16 am
Making a disapproving tsk at Sabriel's reply, Len shrugged.
"If I threw her out, she'd probably follow you home and kill you," she said mildly. Finishing off her juice, she leaned on the counter and glanced over at him. "She doesn't like you for some reason."
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Posted: Fri Jul 28, 2006 5:48 pm
"'cuz Dako's stupid." Sabriel said scornfully. Even if Len said she wasn't, she didn't get the baby thing, so who knew? With just a touch of pride he added, "Prince wouldn' let her." She DID appreciate guardians. That was a good thing. "Lions big. Claws n' teeth. LOTS of 'em. Dako's just stupid."
The Cat tried to look pitying and intelligent while explaining this but it didn't really work, what with the juice and the stuffed animal and everything. There was something to be said for trying.
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Posted: Fri Jul 28, 2006 8:22 pm
"That's right, Cat," Lenore said in a bored monotone. "Sadako's stupid. I'll be sure to tell her that, I'm sure she'd like to come an' visit you and thank you for clarifying it."
Glancing over at Prince, she nodded in grudging growing interest.
"I do like lions, though. They're pretty. Never seen a white one before." she said, taking a slurp of juice. "Where'd you get him?"
Sadako, as Crow had been fond of complaining about, was not the kind of toy anyone in their right mind should be playing with. Prince seemed quite pleasant and normal compared to Len's doll, and for a brief moment she was actually...ugh, it was repulsive to say it....jealous.
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Posted: Sat Jul 29, 2006 2:12 pm
Sabriel latched onto that spark of envy, tails actually starting to swish back and forth from his sharpened attention. Yes! "Saved 'em. From pantahs." To Len this probably sounded like he'd saved Prince from pants, but he bared his teeth and unsheathed his claws to show his point. EVIL pants, then.
Pause. ...damn. He couldn't believe he was thinking this. "Bird," Tailtwitch. "wanna see Prince?" The white lion looked clean from where Len was sitting, though it was polka-dotted with juice and lemonade. The look on his face suggested she'd BETTER admire him and she'd BETTER not hurt him or Sabriel'd bite her ears off.
If she was even a fraction of how jealous she ought to be, then he'd be happy. Her sarcasm flew straight over his head - maybe for the better, since the peace would've ended there and then.
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