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 Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2009 5:54 pm
Pierre was on a mission, a mission of utmost importance, a mission that if failed might result in his capture and imprisonment. It was a mission to try some olive oil.
He could see it, on a bench outside the sandwich shop, the little glass dish full of the mysterious oil tantalizingly close. He licked his lips. Olive oil. He had always wanted to try it and now the weather was warming up, people were eating outside and just leaving it out there. It was practically begging to be stolen by a fine-cuisine loving Palui! All of the human cooking shows all agreed: Olive oil was pretty much godly. Worth the danger. Worth the risk, the thrill of a surreptitious mission. Yellow tail bobbing, he snuck closer and closer.
The decadent treat would be his, the French-wannabe Palui resolved.
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2009 6:58 pm
An aching back and lack of nap equal a not very happy Sinhala in this bright and shiny day, with the birds chirping -someone should silence those silly birds- and all that sunny and happy stuff.
Surely everyone would be grumpy when earlier they were woken up from a pleasant dream (of some delicacies served in a high aesthetic manner) by their stupid brother. Said brother jumped him with something similar to a war cry -certainly not fitting for a royalty descendant- and succeeded to make his hair tousled in every direction. It was hell to arrange it back to its acceptable look.
He was then tried to suppress the urge to kill his beloved brother by looking for his breakfast only to found...none.
Could it possibly get worse?
So with empty stomach, he decided to take his nap. Sleep would surely make him forget his empty stomach, he believed. Unfortunately his siblings found it amusing to disturb him with their game of tag.
Having no choice at the time, he went outside to find something else a royalty would normally do. He stopped at a line of shops alike and spotted something...interesting currently occurred near the sandwich shop. A bright colored palui, sneakily (or so the other palui might think) brought themselves closer to something on a bench. Sinhala tilted his head bemusedly and watching the scene closely.
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2009 4:11 am
Crouching and giving his fluffy bum a little wiggle, Pierre jumped, grabbing onto the corner of the bench and scrambling madly to pull himself up. So close, so close! At last he managed to get onto the table, triumphantly grabbing the dish in his teeth. Carefully trying to hold it even so as not to spill, he backed up and stepped off the table onto the seat, then onto the ground. Feeling successful, he turned around- Only to see another palui watching him.
Bristling warily, the palui blinked "Ohn-joohr." He tried to greet the other with his mouth full and just walk by nonchalantly. There were bits of toasted bread he had been saving for a moment like this, and the sooner he ate it the better. The new palui could be a threat, this was HIS special treat.
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2009 7:12 pm
The other Palui succeeded to get whatever they were trying to get a moment earlier. It really was an amusing sight, the way the other wiggle and scrambled to get the dish -or something on that dish, he couldn't see what exactly is it yet-.
It seemed that the other haven't noticed him yet, until finally the other turned around and gave him a hardly recognizable greeting with their full mouth -in which Sinhala rose one of his delicate eyebrow at- and walked away nonchalantly.
Wait! Did the other Palui just ignore him?! No one allowed to get away from him with just -a simple unrecognizable greeting certainly doesn't count- like that! Where's the bow? The pleasantries!
A royalty should keep their pride, so Sinhala walked pass the other and cut their walk.
"Stop." He stared haughtily at the bright colored Palui and quite pleasant with how authoritative he sounded.
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 3:42 pm
Pierre stopped abruptly, careful not to spill the olive oil. He had worked too hard to get it to spill it now, after all. Blinking, he regarded the purply palui carefully. Could he be an actual threat? "Whah?" he asked through his full mouth. "Whah do oo ahnt?" His tone was a little snappish as far as one could sound snappish with a dish in their mouth. He was impatient. If the palui wasn't a threat, he was a barrier on Pierre's way to enjoying his meal. Couldn't this fool see that it was important for him to use this olive oil?
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