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 Posted: Wed Sep 05, 2007 7:07 pm
Ment had begged Olivia to take him to this new place a couple of blocks away from Cyrus Square called Opus Diner, problem was Olivia was home sick with a stomach bug and this left Ment in a foul mood. As a bribe for him to "shut his little mouth" and to "get out of my damn personal space" Olivia had given him a couple of pieces and sent the little brat on his way.
This made Ment extremely happy in more ways than one. They had this stuff at Opus called "ice cream" and Ment wanted some bad. Olivia said he'd get fat, but who actually listens to Olivia?
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Posted: Wed Sep 05, 2007 7:16 pm
Degas sat at his usual seat at the Opus diner munching on a piece of under the dark side of the moon cake. He ate most of his meals there given that foxes weren't capable of figuring out much in the way of edible cusine. While picking at his cake he noticed that there was someone he knew coming into the place. Immediately he waved to the girl and called loudly.
"Hello stripey chick!!"
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Posted: Wed Sep 05, 2007 7:23 pm
Ment looked around wondering who was being called to and gave Degas a funny look, "There isn't a girl here. Whatchu talkin' 'bo-..." It took him several moments before it sunk into hsi head, "Hey! I'm not a girl!!!"
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Posted: Wed Sep 05, 2007 7:29 pm
The scent blinked and looked at the bottom half of what the girl was wearing, then back at her. "If you say so." He muttered sarcastically not believing one word. "I haven't seen you in forever. What's your name? I'm Degas."
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Posted: Wed Sep 05, 2007 7:32 pm
Ment gathered himself quickly and shuffled over to sit next to Degas in one of the open chairs. "My name's Ment," He chirped batting eyelashes with all his feminine glory, "Weren't you at the masquerade?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 05, 2007 7:38 pm
"Yes, I was at the ball. I remember you because you got thrown by that mean guy. I saw him too recently. He's still a jerk." Degas took a bite of his cake, definetly not minding the company of a nice young lady. "So what's a girl like you doing out alone?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 05, 2007 7:44 pm
Ment frowned and flipped his hair, "I'm not a girl. and I'm here to buy 'ice cream'..."
Ment looked around at the stuff to figure out what in the world he was doing, "How do I get the 'ice cream' Degas?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 05, 2007 7:47 pm
Degas looked at Ment like she had suddenly sprouted another head. "Do you live in a box or something?!" He pushed a menu towards Ment and opened it to the ice cream. "Pick a flavor you like and when you see the waitress come ask her to bring that kind to you...You DO have money don't you?"
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2007 4:23 pm
"Some." Ment answered, somewhat insulted at the tone that Degas had given him. So what if his life generally revolved around the shop and the street it was on? It's not like it was his fault. Olivia never really went anywhere...
Ment looked over the menu a little with a puzzled look and pointed at one of the words, "What's this say?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2007 2:55 pm
This girl was unfathomable to the young scent. How could someone like her exist? "You don't know how to read?" He whispered lowly feeling embarrassed for her. "How could have no one taught you something so fundamental and enlightening?!" His voice was getting a little loud as he began to forget himself. "Listen...I'll read you the menu but you have to promise that you're going to learn to read. Reading is important. It lets you visit new things and get new ideas."
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Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2007 6:55 am
Ment looked down at the counter and traced a finger over it as Degas talked. Was reading really so important? So he didn't know ALL the words in the world, he could still read SOME things. That was all that mattered, right?
"I can read...." Ment muttered, his cheeks growing a dark pink in embarrassment, "I just....I just don't know that word!"
He again pointed to the menu, the word he pointed to being "chocolate". just because he knew what it was and how to say it, doesn't mean he knew what the words looked like...Afterall all he ever read were the labels for the Scents. Olivia was always the one who read stories to him...
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Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2007 1:39 pm
Degas wanted to make a sour face. Was she even paying attention to him? He thought annoyed that reading could even sound like it was being disregarded so casually.
"O, what has modern culture come to not to teach a child this most fundelmental gift." He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"Well now, you do know something. Someone will have a foundation to teach you now....MOST of the flavors here are easy things that you have probably tasted. How about we make this a game. You can pick two flavors you've never read before and read them. Then We'll order them. One for me and one for you, I'll give you a taste of mine too as a reward....Think of it as a surprise."
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