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 Posted: Fri May 22, 2009 10:12 am
To the boy, it made perfect sense- cover a bland or gross item in enough of something tasty, and all you'd taste was the tasty thing. That method made things much more eatable in his mind.
Plus, he really liked barbecue sauce.
Ranch dressing, though...the boy had never really had any of that. He wasn't even sure it was something his father kept around the house- it certainly didn't sound familiar.
"Ranch? Wassat? Is it any good?" he fired, following along contentedly.
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 4:02 pm
Turning to look over his shoulder as he walked Yazoo gave the other boy a puzzled look. "You've never had ranch dressing before?" he asked in wonderment.
He'd have to remedy that! Good thing they were heading to the kitchen.
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 9:59 pm
He shook his head, reaching up to brush stray strands of hair away that had tumbled into his face at the movement. Stupid mane...it always got in his eyes if he moved just right or the wind was blowing...he;d still fight anyone tooth and nail to keep it from being cut, though.
"Don' think so anyways." he answered. "I had Russian dressin' once, though! Dad makes a good sammich with it." he said, nodding.
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2009 5:12 pm
Russian dressing?! He'd never heard of that before. Pondering for a moment he asked tentatively "What does russian dressing taste like?"
Yazoo wasn't sure if he trusted the other boys tastebuds especially after the barbeque comments.
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2009 5:40 pm
He bobbed his head emphatically. "Uh-huh, Russian! It's kind of orangey-red, sticky an' thick! It tastes..." He thought a moment, furrowing his brows. "...kinda sweet an' tangy I guess. Tastes good with lettuce and sliced turkey! I guess you could eat it on salad too, though." He didn't much like salad- no matter how much sauce you put on it. It wasn't interesting to eat- taste or texture-wise.
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Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2009 7:50 am
"Sounds..... interesting." Yazoo replied trying to figure out with the discriptive words he had just gotten what a salad dressing like that would taste like. "Maybe you could get the recipe from your dad for me so I could try it?"
Turning the last corner he walked into the kitchen after a quick look around to make sure the " other one" wasn't in there.
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Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2009 10:02 pm
"It is! An' I know th' recipe by heart too! It's th' one thing I can make when dad's busy or sick or out...since he don't trust me with th' stove." the boy said, crinkling his nose at the last part. Sure, cause a few fires and your suddenly banned from cooking. Adults. "Ya jus' put dressin' on th' bread, then some lettuce, and then some turkey! Bam! Easy as pie- easier, even." he explained emphatically.
He followed the boy into the kitchen, looking around for any sort of food. "So, where d'ya keep the grub?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2009 4:40 pm
It did sound easy but that explaination didn't tell him exactly what was in the dressing. Ah well, he was sure he could find it on the internet.
Pointing at the cupboards and fridge he replied casually " In there. Just leave the little fridge over there alone or we'll get in trouble."
The last item the boy pointed at was a small fridge with a padlock on it. It seemed kind of forboding in it's own little way.
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2009 7:28 pm
The boy wouldn't have been much use to answering questions on the dressing's composition anyways. All he knew was it came in bottles and was red-orange (a fine color!). He didn't much care what his meals were made of, it seemed. The Aeon was a veritable garbage disposal as long as things tasted alright.
He glanced to the cupboards, but his attention was drawn to the forbidden fridge. Telling him he couldn't touch something only made him want to do so even more! He wandered over and stared at it before rattling the padlock.
"I betcha I could burn this open. Mr. Alex says that when metal gets hot enough, it becomes soft and melts. I betcha I could make it hot enough." he said. "Why can't we mess with it, anyways?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2009 5:21 pm
Watching the Aeon walk over to the little fridge he felt his heart skip a beat when he rattled the padlock. Rushing over he pushed the other boy firmly away from the small cooling unit.
"No! Don't touch it! You'll make 'him' mad." Yazoo said in a desperate voice as he looked for something to clean Ifirit's finger prints off with. "It's a rule. You never touch 'his' stuff."
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Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2009 8:53 pm
He looked at the other boy, dusting himself off after he was shoved back a few steps. God, he was such a tweak at times! He sighed. Who was 'he'? Ifrit, though, was probably more annoyed he couldn't test his heat abilities on metal than the fact he was unable to enjoy the snacks inside. Defiantly, he leaned back over and prodded the fridge rapidly.
"Oh now, I'm touchin' it! I'm gonna die!" he said. He had little respect fo personal space and personal belongings, it seemed. "Who is 'he' anyways? Don't matter, I guess...betcha I could take him anyways!" he said, kicking out at the air, swaying a little as he almost lost balance.
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Posted: Mon Jul 06, 2009 2:26 pm
Taking a dish towel he began to rub furiously at the prints the aeon was smudging all over the fridge. What the hell was wrong with this guy? He had just been told not to so why did he have to?
"You don't get it. You don't die from touching it you die because the person who owns it kills you for touching it." Yazoo hissed as he turned towards the other boy.
All the nasty things he was about to say dried up in his throat as he noticed that the two of them were no longer alone. Drawing in a shakey breath he stepped quickly away from the fridge and whispered Ifirit's name pointing feebly behind the young furball.
Staring down at the small furry thing in front of him Sephiroth he couldn't help but think "Oh good. Another one that sheds." However more important things needed discussing like what was and was not to be touched in the castle and how much dismembering the little fuzz could take before dying horribly.
Waiting patiently for the child to turn around he slipped a hand into one of his many secret pockets of his long black leather coat. It's always good to be prepared.
From his now huddled position by the kitchen sink Yazoo whipered "It's the 'other one'."
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2009 11:17 am
He had resorted to playfully tapping it with his foot now, grinning goofily. He had put his foot back down and had resorted to handling the lock again when he felt someone come up behind him. He let go of the lock and turned around slowly, neck craning upwards as he realized the new person was quite a bit taller and older than he was. He didn't much care for Big Kids. They were usually mean and Know-It-Alls, just like grown-ups.
Still, he didn't want to let the other see he was the least bit intimidated, so he put his hands on his hips and jutted his jaw out, looking up defiantly.
"Does everyone here have girly hair?" he sighed. He had fur and a mane- it was natural for him to have long hair. What was their excuse?
He eyed the taller one and took a small step back. Maybe... it was like a bear; if you looked tough enough and made a lot of noise, they'd go away. But then again...he supposed a kid as Big as this one was more like an adult. So perhaps he'd get further by trying to turn on what little charm he had. That would be the sensible thing to do. Still, Ifrit was no rich in 'sense' yet and he rather liked his defiant stance better.
"So yer Mr. 'I-gotta-fridge-an'-food-no-one-can-touch', huh? What makes ya so special?" he said, leaning against the little unit now, trying to look casual.
He glanced back to Yazoo, who'd apparently resorted to cowering (which in Ifrit's mind, made the boy look more like a girl than he had when they'd first met). So much for backup. He turned back and swallowed a bit, never dropping his growly little frown, fists balling a bit at his sides.
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2009 2:42 pm
((I don't know if I ever told you about the Teyco store but I had a Sephiroth character from there and he was a psycho. lol He likes to cut things and so all of the TMK kids I have refered to him as "the Other One".
He's a very not nice person and I've had people say he exudes a scary, crazy vibe that makes people want to get away. lol))
Watching as the little furball touched and then leaned onto his fridge, Sephiroth drew in a long suffering breath before freezing the fur on the boys back solid. Bet the little nusiance wouldn't like that.
Reaching down he snapped off a froze piece before holding it in front of Ifirit's face. "How would you like to die?" he asked calmly.
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2010 5:05 pm
[Ooh you know, I never did hear of him surprised Ifrit's sort of...dumb, though. HE SHOULD LISTEN TO HIS ANIMAL (or non human anyways) INSTINCTS AND RUN AWAY. Fire sadly does not solve everything :c NOT THAT HE WON'T TRY]
He really didn't like that. It was cold and if there was one thing a fire elemental (whether they be Aeon or otherwise) disliked other than water, it was the cold. His fists tensed, but not out of aggression...it was like all his muscles decided to tighten with tentany as the sudden freeze. He tried to tap his heat power to try and warm up again.
He didn't like this guy. He gave him a bad feeling. No wonder Yazoo wantd to cower away. He glowered, though his eyes seemed a little less hard, a little more vulnerable now. He still wasn't a runner, though. Not yet. He wasn't that bright.
"You're b-b-bluffing." he shivered. Die? They...they wouldn't let that happen! The grown-ups would never allow it! He was just a mean big kid that was bullying him...right? Still...he wasn't so sure this one cared much about what the adults thought.
His fingers spasmed and he thrust his arm out to try and push the other one away. Go away!" he barked. This man gave him a bad feeling and he wanted him away from his face...now! Of course, as uneasy as the Aeon was, it wasn't just a shove...a small blast of fire rolled off his hands towards the other. These things...they happened when he got nervous.
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