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 Posted: Thu Apr 16, 2009 9:23 pm
Quinn's hands shot up to protect his face from the blow of the clock.
Which, in hindsight, wasn't smart since it was aimed for his groin.
A moment later, and he was writhing on the ground and yelping in pain. The birdy was not happy with these developments.
"Owowow. Owow. Ow." He half-heartedly tossed a bag of chocolate chips at her. It fell at about half of the distance. He whimpered some more.
"That hurt." He stated plainly in between whimpers, but still made no move to get up. The pancakes would have to wait.
This is why he usually didn't get up before noon.
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Posted: Thu Apr 16, 2009 9:48 pm
She stared down at the bag of chocolate, what the heck was that doing in Varu’s house?
Her attention then drifted to the larger, more flamboyant man in front of her. That was not what she had expected. Why was he in their house screaming?
….WHAT?!
Turning on her heel, she darted up the stairs, calling out in a shrill girl-cry.
“Vaaaa----aaaruuuu!! A weirdo broke in the house! I hit him with the clock!!” She began to hop up the stairs two by two, hoping for some type of safety from the gay pride paradee in their kitchen.
“He looks really weird and he’s not wearing clothes!!” She was safe for now-- the clock would buy her the few precious moments that she would need to reach her guardian and pure safety.
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Posted: Thu Apr 16, 2009 10:00 pm
He met her halfway, giving the heavens another exasperated look before sweeping the other girl up into his arms, carrying both stray and sibling and trying not to drip damp hair on them by shaking his head free of the pointy strands sticking above his eyes.
"Calm down. Ee't ee's just," he paused. How to explain this?
Damn.
"Just Quinn. Ee't ee's hard to recognize him v'ith his hair down, da?"
Oh god. What idiot would believe that?
"And he doesn't slouch anymore!"
Definitely wouldn't believe that either.
"And he didn't shave all the v'ay today."
Of course.
"Ee't ee's like a whole different person," he laughed, weakly and a bit desperately. "Anyway," he started stepping back down the stairs, "now that you are up, time for breakfast."
And then work.
Work.
Work!
The babysitter had already left - driven away by the noise, and probably thinking someone else would be staying over today. What to do?
"How v'ould you two like to come v'ith me to v'ork today?"
Desperate times, desperate measures.
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