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 Posted: Wed May 06, 2009 9:16 am
It took Seth a few moments to realise Quinn was telling him to stop staring at his chest. Sudden movement sort of kept him from further admiring the pattern.
for a moment, he could have sworn Quinn was trying to clamp down on Writs neck like he did to him. Maybe he'd have done something if he was able to react in time, but he was then being handed a can, with which his first reaction was to look inside and check it's contents.
"Err...okay, try not to bite anyone...okay?" He sneered and Quinn. Late pay back.
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Posted: Wed May 06, 2009 4:28 pm
Quinn sighed, and accepted the can. He grinned at the other two. "This is how it's done." His face immediately took on a look of utter pain, and he limped over to a person walking past, grabbing onto their arm and looking directly into their eyes. It was a woman in her mid-thirties. She looked mildly afraid to be attacked by a rainbow.
"Ma'am, please, a moment of your time," he punctuated the sentence with a short bout of coughing, "I wanted to know if you would be willing to help fund the Church of Saint Carol Anne of Middling. My family died in a recent tragic accident involving a toaster and a wedge of cheese," He coughed some more, "And Saint Carol Anne has taken me in while I recover. The accident has permanently damaged my lungs, and--" His grip on the woman had become a deathgrip to her shoulder. If only to get away from his crazy man, she pulled a few bills wadded up out of her pocket and shoved them in the can, running off.
He spun around, arms held out wide, laughing.
"Oh, woe is me, whatever would I do without the chuch of Saint Whats-her-face." He winked at Writ. "See, I told you." Then he turned to Seth, and sneered.
"I'll bite whoever I want. And let's see what you've got," He challenged, motioning to the can in the other godling's hand.
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Posted: Wed May 06, 2009 9:12 pm
Writ wondered how well those two would sell the idea. A church forgiving someone as flamboyant as Quinn and as stoned as Seth was kind of a stretch, but they did sell the "Helping the wayward runaway" bit of the Church mission.
He had caught Quinn's story and cracked a smile. Quinn was a lot more enthusiastic and a lot more clever about collecting money then Seth was, but Seth was getting a couple of pity donations through association.
At this rate, he'd be halfway towards his deposit goal. He looked at the sun, which was slowly drifting towards the horizon. Writ was a patient person, but he needed the money today. The stuffy landlord made it a fact that people were lining up at her doorstep for the vacant room. As thin as that lie was, she stuck with it. The only reason Writ had a day to gather up some money involved turning on a whole lot of charm and just a tiny bit of fooling around on the futon.
If he didn't want all that work to be in vain, he needed to speed things up.
And Writ had a pretty good idea how. Hell, he'd be helping Quinn too.
First, he walked up to Seth and whispered into his ear, "Hey Seth, I know you're flying high and all, but as a friend, I just wanna warn you, I don't like the way Quinn's looking at you."
Then, in Quinn's ear, "I just told Seth I think we got enough to pay my deposit now. If you want to" Writ cocked his head slightly towards Seth's direction, "Take care of some business, be my guest."
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Posted: Thu May 07, 2009 7:17 am
Unlike Quinn, Seth wasn't approaching any of the people walking past, and they where inclined to do the same. Aside from the ones who seemed like they where motivated enough to donate but not enough to get close enough to Quinn to do it. A few coins rattled about in the can, which increasingly distracted him with its chiming quality.
He shook his small coffee can in response, it had at least, clearly some coinage inside it. He gave a smug look back that read "That shut him up".
"Hmm?" He shrugged off Writs comment, he didn't think much of it since Quinn already hated him and he was more than aware of it from the last time they'd met.
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2009 12:32 pm
Quinn glanced at Writ. "Nah, I've already shown him his place. He knows he's inferior in every way. Don't you, dearie?" He sent a grin over to the boy. "But, if you don't need my help anymore, I'm going to go home. And eat. Because I am hungry." He glared at Seth. "You aren't invited. But..." His gaze immediately switched to a much more affectionate one when he turned back to Writ. He stepped up to him and wrapped his arms around the other boy's neck.
"You're always invited."
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2009 9:01 pm
"Uhhhhh..." Writ wanted to put Quinn down lightly. (Figuratively and otherwise) They were friends, after all. "Friends" in the most platonic sense possible.
"Well, maybe I'll come by for a visit sometime this week, I still gotta get this money over to the landlady and you know, paperwork and stuff, and..." Writ was reaching for more excuses, "I don't think I know where you live either."
He still hadn't gotten Quinn off his shoulders.
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2009 11:17 am
"Hmph" He glared back as best he could right now.
This whole thing was still a huge misunderstanding, (Which was quite clearly all Quinns fault) maybe he could sort things out if him wasn't so thick-headed and full of it. Then again, he was probably better off with Quinn hating his guts than fawning all over him. Looking at Writs reaction, yeah, he was a lot better off this way.
Maybe he should try and pry Quinn off Writ, though, he'd defiantly notice any sudden memory loss immediately this time.
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