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 Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2008 12:58 pm
Fiore was on a mission. Leonora had entrusted him with the responsibility of going to the corner store and buying milk and bread, and had given him - him! - a whole five dollar bill. He was a Big Boy, and he would Go Get Groceries.
And if he had any money left over, maybe he could get a candy bar, too.
Skipping along the sidewalk, humming cheerfully, Fiore threaded through the forest of legs easily. Sometimes it paid to be small for one's age and skinny as a girl in the throes of gymnastics-phase anorexia.
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Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2008 1:12 pm
Maelon was also on a mission, and it had nothing to do with the 18+ magazine section of the corner store.
Truth be told, the dark chocolate Sin'aeis had run out of lifesavers (as well as many other things in his candy supply) and had gone down to the corner store to get some more. He wasn't feeling particularly picky today, which was lucky, seeing as the corner store was bustling as usual. Jeeze, did people not have anything better to do on a regular afternoon? Apparently not.
The teen grumbled to himself as he headed past the female necessities aisle and down the next aisle to the freezer. Hmm… did he just want junk food or did he want ice cream too? The ice cream was tempting…
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Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2008 1:17 pm
Fiore continued his skipping through the store, jumping up and down in the bread aisle trying to reach a loaf before a clerk took pity on him and gave it to him. He then ambled towards the back freezers, looking up at the displays.
"Milk, milk, I need milk."
Trying to tug the door open, Fiore grunted and struggled and hung onto the handle, and subsequently got no where at all.
"Scooz me," he said politely to the big fellow looking at the ice cream. "I need milk an' I can't open th' door."
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Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2008 1:37 pm
Maelon's eyes darted to the strange toddler that came bouncing his way, before turning to stare pointedly at the ice cream. He didn't want to deal with any toddlers, especially not after that incident with Silas. They were too clingy and touchy and they couldn't even speak properly yet. Yuck. Not to mention they tended to have extremely scary guardians who looked like they could break your arm with two fingers. The dark chocolate Sin'aeis cast a hasty look around the store, and was relieved to find that there was nobody staring pointedly at Fiore. Hopefully that meant he wasn't going to get jumped if the kid started talking to him.
While the clerk would take pity on the toddler, the dark chocolate Sin'aeis was not that nice nor was he that aware. He had decided to ignore Fiore in favour of picking out what ice cream flavour he wanted. That was, of course, until the kid decided to speak to him. "What? Oh. Yeah, sure whatever. What milk do you want?" Maelon yanked open the door, hoping the kid knew what he wanted before he let all the cold air out of the fridge.
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Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2008 1:44 pm
Fiore blinked. What kind? What ever did this nice tall man mean? Milk was milk.
"Milk," he said expectantly. "Th' kind tha' comes outta cows. But, but Leo? She said...she said tha' sometimes it comes outta goats. No goat milk, p'ease."
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Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2008 1:55 pm
Great, now the kid was blinking at him. Maelon resisted the urge to make a face, instead moving a little to the left to avoid the cold air that was seeping out of the fridge. It was giving him the chills. Did this kid not know what kind of milk he was getting or… did he just not understand what he'd said? The kid seemed to speak English pretty well, but you never knew.
"Naw, no goats milk. I mean like… 2%, 1%, skim, that sort of thing. There's different kinds of milk that all comes from cows." He didn't want to send the kid home with two percent milk if his mother was on some sort of low fat super diet and didn't want to drink two percent milk. Not that he would be blamed for it, but the mother could come after him about it. And that would really suck.
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Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2008 2:12 pm
Fiore nibbled at his fingernails in indecision. Skim? 2%? Oh dear, how could he choose? Leonora hadn't been very specific.
"Maybe you coul' pick fo' me?" Fiore asked uncertainly. "I dun wanna pick th' wrong one."
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Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2008 2:20 pm
Aw crap it looked like the kid didn't have a clue. Great. He was putting his life on the line for a carton of milk. This couldn't end very well. Perhaps if he bolted out of the store once the toddler had paid he'd get at least a five second head start and could make it home before this purple-haired kid did. He would have to hope that Fiore wouldn't remember his face well enough for his guardian to find him later.
"Eh... well, I don't wanna pick the wrong one either. Do you know what colour the milk is in your fridge at home?" Maybe that would give him a clue as to what he needed to pick. It would at least allow him to make a better guess, so long as this kid knew what milk was in his fridge.
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Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2008 2:26 pm
What color was it? Oh, now this nice man was just being silly. Fiore laughed at the joke, a waft of lavender scent hanging in the air as he shook his head.
"Iss white, silly! Milk's always white, 'cept for when you put chock-at in it."
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Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2008 2:30 pm
And... he was laughing now? Maelon blinked at Fiore, before a slight frown crinkled his forehead. What exactly was so funny about what he had asked? He didn't think it was such a bad question. He wanted to know what colour the carton was so he could get the right one. Nothing hilarious about that- oh. Apparently the kid hadn't understood what he'd meant and had taken the statement at face value. Urg. This was why he hated kids.
"Not the milk, the carton. They're white too, but there are different colours on the label. Like green and red and blue, and stuff like that. What colour is the carton at your house?" Maelon blew several bits of hair out of his eyes, debating if he wanted to close the fridge door. Surely he was cooling down the entire store by now.
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Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2008 2:42 pm
"Ooooh," Fiore said, nodding. "It's...umm..."
What color WAS it? Drat. He would just have to guess.
"...purple," he said finally, trying to sound decisive. "What kinna things d'you like, missuh? I like ever'thing 'cept for gummy worms. They're icky and make my face do this."
And he sucked his cheeks in and puckered his lips, as though he'd just eaten a lemon.
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Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2008 3:02 pm
Well, at least they were getting somewhere. Maelon fidgeted awkwardly while Fiore attempted to remember, hoping that he didn't come up with some obscure colour like neon yellow or something equally weird. He wanted to be able to match up the colour to the one on the milk carton, or at least find something close. And the dark chocolate Sin'aeis had never seen any neon yellow milk cartons.
"Purple huh?" Maelon stared at the milk in the fridge, before grabbing a small carton that had a vaguely purplish coloured label. There. That would do. "Here, I think this is the one. If not, it's small enough that you don't have to use all of it and you can buy another one the proper colour with your mom or whoever." Milk crisis was solved. Unfortunately, it looked like Fiore wasn't about to let him go yet, and he would have to stay and talk to the kid. But he would shut the fridge first.
"You don't like gummy worms? They're the best though! Not really like real worms though, which I wouldn't want to eat. One of my pets eats them live."
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2008 8:07 pm
His face still pinched at the memory of those horrid sour gummy monstrosities, Fiore rubbed his nose on his sleeve and shifted the increasingly-flattened loaf of bread in his arms, making room for the milk jug.
"Whatcha got for pets?" he asked curiously. "I go' bunnies. An' a fishie! An' a doggy too, but she's Leo's, an' Leo don't like t'share tha' much."
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Posted: Thu Mar 27, 2008 10:31 am
Maelon was hardly surprised when the toddler began to rattle off a list of the cute and the furry. He was, after all, just a toddler, and most people didn’t think of giving toddlers spiders and centipedes for their first pets. The dark chocolate Sin'aeis had no great love for any of those, though at one point he had enjoyed the company of a cat. Perhaps he should look into getting one of those again.
"Nothing that you got, squirt. I only have bugs. Two spiders as big as my hand," he held it out for demonstration, "And a giant centipede. Plus some other stuff that's dangerous and all. Well, dangerous for the masses but not for me." Being immune to poison made it so much easier to handle the normally lethal animals.
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