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 Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2018 1:13 am
 Hearing Shu enthuse about learning had both Kanda's tails wagging like mad. She could totally teach him. . but she was learning herself still. Maybe it would be better if someone else taught him? Kanda thought about it for several long moments. Then she hastily wrote, "I would teach you, but I'm still learning so I wouldn't be a very good teacher, but my papa had to learn so he could talk to me. He will know someone who can teach you! Or maybe you can learn with the teacher who teaches me sometimes?"
By the time she'd finished thinking and then writing out her ideas, she looked up and Habushu had vastly improved upon the painting they'd done. He'd splattered it with different colors and carefully brushed a large K on it. His name was in the corner and there was a smiley face on the corner with her red marks! Tails wagging like mad, she clapped several times, forgetting the paintbrush loaded with paint in her other hand. By the time she remembered, it was too late. Paint splattered the both of them, a tiny bit onto the painting and the floor. Blinking, Kanda gave Shu a sheepish smile.
"Sorry," she signed the word before remembering he wouldn't understand. Digging through her flashcards, she pulled out the Sorry card, ears down and tails curling a bit as she showed him it. She normally got a bath after school, but she bet that neither of their parents would like washing the paint out of their fur.
Word Count: 256
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2018 1:56 am
Shu watched as Kanda got more and more excited while he finished the painting off. He grinned at the sound of her pen scratching on the paper, turning to see what she’d written to him as he finished up. He plopped his paintbrush into the cleaning stuff with the other brushes he’d used earlier. Kanda’s tails wagging got his own flicking back and forth, little twitches moving the tips to and fro. As soon as Kanda started clapping his expression changed to one of surprise while paint splattered all over the both of them, the canvas and the floor. Thankfully none reached the ceiling. The floor was easy enough to take care of, and he didnt mind more paint on the canvas. He looked down at himself, then over to her before he burst out laughing. “Well I guess that’s one way to really get into art. Here, use some of this stuff to get what you can out of your fur. I don’t know if it’ll work on your clothes though...” Shu grabbed up a bottle of non-toxic paint cleaner and a few cleaning rags from the supply shelf. He doused one rag and handed it to her before treating the second one and starting on his own fur. “I’ll finish cleaning up here, but you can take this painting home with you. My babysitter should be here soon to pick me up though, so I might have to dash off quickly.” (Wc: 243)
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2018 1:33 pm
Instead of the upset she'd expected, Habushu laughed, and Kanda relaxed a bit. With a sheepish smile, she dunked her paintbrush into the container where he'd put all of his. Then, to her surprise, he got out some strange smelling stuff and a rag. She warily took it, sniffing it. It smelled weird, why would she wanna use this? Seeing him using it to get the paint out of his fur, she sighed a bit before trying to do the same. Now she was gonna smell all weird until she got home. Much as she didn't like it, it was pretty effective at getting the paint out of her fur. It was mildly less effective with her clothes, and left her with damp spots.
While she was cleaning up, she heard a familiar voice calling for her. Oh no! She'd forgotten she had to go to the front of the building to be picked up. Ears drooping, Kanda darted out of the room. There wasn't enough time to write down an explanation for Habushu, so she hoped he would see her stuff was still there and know she was coming back. Out in the hallway she realized she was still clutching the damp rag but she couldn't put it down now. Crinkling her noise, she looked around for her father.
Spotting him at the end of the hallway, speaking with a teacher, her ears pressed harder against her head. Considering he normally didn't look to be in the best of moods, she was hoping that he wasn't particularly unhappy with her. Each step closer to him felt harder to do than the next and she could tell the moment he spotted her. He stopped focusing on the teacher in front of him and a slight smile touched his face. The sight of that made her sigh with relief and she trotted faster to throw herself at his legs. He chuckled and dismissed the teacher, saying he'd found his kid. Then he bent down to get a closer look at her. "What have you been up to?" he asked, seeing the paint on her clothes.
After a quick explanation and a bit of pleading, Kanda led Vüsala back down the hall and into the art room. He had to duck to get inside, but managed not to score his horns against the door frame. Scurrying back to her pile of things, she grabbed out her notebook and quickly wrote. "This is my dad, Vüsala!" Then she beamed at Shu. With a translator nearby now, she abandoned the notebook to sign.
Vüsala quirked an eyebrow when Kanda turned to face him, but easily translated for the other freshling. "Hello, Shu, I'm Vüsala, Kanda's adopted father. She," he had to pause to snicker. "She says she's had a great time painting with you and you should come over so she can show you all her pets and you can hang out and that I need to teach you sign language." Vüsala squatted so he wasn't towering over the pair, admiring the painting when prompted to. "So long as your parents okay it, I do not mind if you wish to come and visit. However, any painting will happen in the backyard so further messes do not occur in the house. Is this acceptable?" Olive eyes steadily met the young hybrid's.
Word Count: 557
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2018 2:39 pm
Shu looked on in astonishment as Kanda ran from the room, his fur puffing out in reaction. What scared her off? Whatever it was he hoped she would come back, because she’d forgotten her things here in her mad dash out the door. He cocked his head to the side and scritched one ear. Hmmm. Suddenly she was dashing back into the room and following close behind was -gulp- a giant of a chimera. Shu’s eyes widened and he swallowed a gasp as he continued to look up and up and up before reaching a face that could only be called grumpy at best, and perhaps (as his mother liked to call his own grumpy faces) cantankerous. He scooted back a little towards his easel, putting some of the things between himself and the adult. Where was his babysitter when he needed an adult? Suddenly Kanda grabbed a note card and wrote down the only explanation that would calm his puffed up fur. This? This was her dad? Holy moly. He listened on in astonishment as her dad introduced himself, told him that he could come over and they could paint in the backyard and that he’d even teach him Kanda’s sign language. He tugged at the collar of his sweater nervously, his tail proofing up again a little as he decided how to respond. “Umm thank you very much for the offer, I’d love to come by some time. I can’t today though, my babysitter should be here any moment now to pick me up and take me home. Maybe tomorrow? If you could give me your phone number, I can have my parents call you and talk about it?” He dug his claws into his sweater, possibly causing some tears that would have to be mended next wash cycle. Mr. Vüsala made him nervous. Probably a combination of his grumpy face and his height. He was the tallest nightmare Shu had ever seen. Suddenly an exquisitely musical voice called out his name. “ Haaaaabuuushuuuuuuuuuu!” Oh dear... It was Kavita. She was probably hidden by Mr. V’s tallness, though she wasn’t too much shorted than him at 6’3”. Shu yelled back to her “I’m in the art room, Miss K!” He wondered if he was going to be in trouble. Usually he was already cleaned up, art supplies tucked away, his backpack on and waiting for her by the library/study hall. No one but Jacie had known till now that he was actually painting instead of studying. His parents didn’t hate that he painted but they didn’t exactly approve it either, so he tried to keep it ‘out of sight out of mind’, as the saying went. He quickly started shoving stuff back into their spots, setting the canvas on the floor at an angle so it wouldn’t fall over onto the floor with its fresh paint. He folded the easel up and put it with the other spares, put the bottle of cleaner back where it belonged and put his rag in the wash pile. He retrieved the one he’d given Kanda and added that as well before shouldering his backpack. “I’ve got to go now, but I think we’re gonna be great friends, Kanda!” He gave her a great big grin before turning towards the door, and Miss K in the hallway. (Wc: 554)
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2018 3:19 pm
Kanda, even more excited now that she didn't have to write everything, signed enough that some of her words blurred into one another. Vüsala laughed, and signed for her to slow down. Keeping an eye on her, he replied to Habushu for both himself and his daughter. "Understandable. Give me your number, or your parents' numbers, and we will speak of it." Seeing how nervous the freshling was, Vüsala went to his knees in front of the pair. He was still a bit taller, but less intimidating like this. At least, that was his hope.
He got a piece of paper from Kanda, writing down the number for both his cell and their house in neat handwriting. Then he entered in the numbers Shu gave him into his cell. He would wait until after supper to try and call. If the freshling wanted to visit the next day, as Kanda was ecstatic to have him, they would have to speak that evening.
Kanda perked up, hearing another voice calling out to Habushu. Quickly she signed to Vüsala, telling him that this was probably Shu's babysitter and they should meet, then she scrambled to help him with cleaning up. It was only fair since she'd helped make some of the mess. Vüsala, figuring he'd get more in the way than anything, sat back and watched the pair. It was good that Kanda seemed comfortable with another freshling. He'd begun to worry that she had no friends her own age.
When the last of it was cleared away and cleaned up, Kanda pointed to the most recent canvas that was stacked against the wall, showing off their painting to her father. He nodded, getting up and carefully collecting it. When it was dry they'd find somewhere to put it in the house. Tucking his wings tightly against his back, he ducked back out under the door frame. Kanda collected all of her things, her notebook and note cards carefully put back into their spots in her bag and putting her pen back into its' spot. Shouldering her own backpack, she followed Shu out the door, signing a quick message for her father to deliver. "Kanda says she agrees and goodbye." He told him, and it wasn't quite the enthusiastic tone Kanda would have liked, but the vigorous waving she did as he trotted off was almost as good.
With a bright grin, Kanda signed to her father as they made their way out the school as well, describing her day and her lessons and her new friend.
Word Count: 425
Total Word Count: 2,609
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