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 Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 2:51 pm
"Oracle. Seventeen twenty-three." Smerdle had once threatened to sew their address in his underwear while she was making the tail holes, so he had taken the time out of his busy television-watching schedule to memorize it. He supposed he was thankful now.
Sylvester tried to hide a smile at Ame's solution to his problem. At least there was a tradeoff for the awesome ability to fly he would eventually have. "It's okay. That's a cool way to sit." He would have tried it, but he was still concentrating on the road. He poked at his face and hoped that bruises didn't show much through fur.
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Posted: Wed Jul 05, 2006 12:01 am
"Cool," Ameretat echoed, doing his best to frown around his beak. "O-K."
Ambrus merely nodded as Sylvester repeated the address to him. The rest of his attention was on the road, for good reason: Maybe thirty seconds after he had the address, he blandly cut through two lanes of oncoming traffic and cheated a little white riceburner out of a parallel spot by the curb.
Turning around to rest an elbow on the edge of his seat, the half-faceless glanced back at Sylvester, before indicating the nearby house with a jerk of his head. "That seventeen twenty-three Oracle?" he inquired.
Ameretat was unplastering himself from the rear passenger-side window, grumbling in Avestan as he did.
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Posted: Thu Jul 13, 2006 8:06 am
Sylvester grabbed at the seat as best as he could, trying not to squeal or make any other embarassing noises as the car jerked sideways and came to a stop. It took him a second to look out the window, but when he did, he saw his lopsided, old house, sitting there as calmly as always. He nodded.
"Thank you," he whispered. Sylvester opened the door and slid out onto the curb. If he knew Mama, she would be out looking for him. "I guess I'll see you... around?" He stepped away from the car, imagining that Ambrus might drive away at any moment and pull his arm off.
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Posted: Sun Jul 16, 2006 1:06 am
Ameretat finally got himself unglued from the window, losing a covert in the process. He grabbed the little feather, staring intently at it as if it had betrayed him, before tucking it back in among the rest of his feathers. Then, on second thought, he shook it loose and handed across the back seat to Sylvester. "Surrre! Happy to see you again; just with no blood, O-K?" the little bird managed, gaping his beak in a smile.
Ambrus had by now rolled down the window so he could rest one arm on it, tapping the fingers of his other hand on the steering wheel of the car. "Sure," he echoed his Tale's comment. "We know where you live, now."
Given his line of work, that probably wasn't at all comforting.
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Posted: Sat Aug 05, 2006 1:24 pm
Sylvester reached a hand across the seat and wrapped careful fingers around the feather. A present? Cool! "Oh no, no more blood," he assured. Not if he had anything to say about the matter, at least. He fumbled around for something to give Ameretat in return but could only come up with a penny and the a twist-tie from an old loaf of bread. He'd have to find a gift for the other Tale later. "Thanks." Checking for stray wings and other appendages, he swung the car door shut.
The giraffe looked over as Ambrus addressed him. "Yeah," he said, completely missing the ominous irony of the man's statement. "I'd better go inside." Maybe if he got in there before Smerdle came back, he could pretend he had been home all along. Doubtful, but it was worth a shot. He took a few more backward steps toward the house before turning and waving at the car.
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