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 Posted: Tue May 30, 2006 8:19 am
.. whaddya think yer doin?!
Those were the words that first greeted Jypsum when he walked into town, and jaywalked through a parking lot. Aurore, being her ever ethereal and oblivious self, smiled sweety at the crackpot and continued following her daddy.
"Daddy," she persisted, taking in the surroundings, "where are we going?"
It was a curious, harmless question, but Jypsum would rather not give the answer.
"Just around the corner sweetheart," he said faintly.
How did he get rigged into this kind of crap again?
The man had gone out to find some... 'supplies'... for his new daughter . New bedsheets, some clothes prefferably, maybe a few toys...
The star eater shook his head. He shouldn't have to be reduced to this. But if someone were to walk up to the man at this moment, they might say he's actually proud...
"Come on honey, let me pick you up so you don't get lost."
And Aurore obliged. She didn't much like walking, especially in the grunge of wherever they were. But it was only too soon of walking through the crowds roving on the street that Jypsum accidentally bumped into a dangerous looking man.
Hard.
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Posted: Tue May 30, 2006 11:38 am
The most grueling tasks in life were the ones that always seemed to be those that required your immediate attention. Work, for one, was very unpleasant, but you needed to do it in order to have a substantial living arrangement. Shopping, a sub-category of work, was another - it wasn't his fault that he needed to eat and drink to survive. And not that, he was made to provide. He didn't mind so much shopping for his son, but Jumbo...
"We gotta hurry, Papa'n! Jumbo might be hungry!" Alexei trilled pleasantly from atop the demon's shoulders. He kept one arm wrapped around the man's head as he leaned down, trying to catch his expression.
"The mutt can wait. It's his fault we have to shop all the time. How the hell does he even get into the fridge by himself anyway...?"
The little angel's cheeks colored, and he seated himself back again, resting his nose upon the back of his father's head. In truth, it had been he leaving the door open for his dog. He just couldn't take those large pitiful doggy pouts Nio gave him on a daily basis. He always looked so hungry! Like those commercials they sometimes gave on late night television.
Azruael slowed down a bit, shifting the extra large bags of dog chow in his arms. On impulse, he had bought more than one bag, simply because he didn't want to go out shopping again for a long while. It had been a stupid mistake on his part, and he was now paying the price - he could barely carry them all, let alone see over them.
"No poles ahead, right?" His arms were getting tired.
"Nuh uh, keep going. Oh, wait! Papa'n I think you dropped something!" Alexei twisted in his seat.
"Yeah, I heard. Hold on -- s**t!"
Mid turn, something barreled into his wing, sending him off kilter and the bags all over the ground. A chain reaction thus followed: Alexei's shrill scream rose into the air as he tumbled from his father's shoulder, hands desperately grabbing at the black wings for support, and Azruael's intinctual reaction was to howl and snap out his wings - it HAD hurt, you know! - which, in turn, made Alexei cling to the feathers for dear life as he was suspended awkwardly within the air.
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