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 Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2007 9:50 am
With Iamel living in his tree with the newest little crimminal and the other children steadily growing, the house had gotten rather quiet. Babies weren't constantly screaming, Yashima was in Japan and Parental was often holed up doing his research. As for Kian, he was either swimming, with Autsu or practicing the fighting he had been learning at the local community center. It was the same place he swam.
The dark alien had been rather silent in the days previous and now was no exception. While in the time beforehand, he often would express emotions in a mild manner - a faint twitch of a smile when amused, a curious glance - his face was flat now. There was a book on his lap, filled with clumsy writing as Kian translated it all in his head from teh writing he had learned in his previous life to the Gaian language.
He was trying. Learning to read was easy. Learning to speak was stressful but easy enough, even if he still had troubles trying to express himself.
But the WORDS. WHo the hell made up these WORDS? The symbols were ridiculous and his fingers couldn't hold the pen properly. Webbing made it difficult to bear and just... Ugh. Sigh.
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2007 9:58 am
While one wouldn't much expect the dark haired boy who loved his whip more than anything else to take care of the younger children he had stepped somewhat into Iamel's shoes and had begun to take care of the younger ones. After all, they were his things, and he prided himself in caring for his things! But this morning, after the children were put down for their various naps and activities, the alien (who insisted everyone else was alien and not him) had spent the day sitting in the middle of the living room with his knife collection sharpening them quietly. He didn't notice Kian there, nor did he pay him much mind until he had finished running the stone over the very last of his array.
Green eyes shifted off to the side to look at the darker teenager and he arched a brow, "Having issues, Kian?" he drawled, amusement clearly etched on his face. He had not had much of an issue learning the Gaian language - but then again with the work he did it was prudent that he pick languages up well. Otherwise the slaves could be planning a revolt and he'd never know about it. Couldn't have the little leeches running off and losing him profits.
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2007 10:11 am
"I dislike writing." His voice, always monotone, was flatter then usual. "I have gotten tired of writing in my old language. It is akward to translate and my fingers are not made for writing. The pen will not grip properly."
It probably would have made more sense if he had sounded legitimately frustrated instead of uncaring or flippant about it. As always with Rothe, Kian was expecting a backlash of anger or condescending tones and he sat back almost casually.
"Parental is sending me off to visit his Parentals for a month, tomorrow. He said it would do me good to get away from the things I am used to and from Autsu. THat it is not healthy for me to only have one comrade." Large shoulders rose and fell in a human shrug, head tilting to gaze at Rothe.
"And what have you been doing, Sibling?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2007 10:25 am
"Writing is not that hard, Kian, and I believe that we came to the agreement that you would call me by my name and not Sibling. Have you forgotten it already?" The truce that they'd called was still held by the blue skinned boy - he'd even agreed to join the damn Unit. Not that he knew much about it at this point but it was there.
Rothe slid up into a standing position, delicate hand brushing off his clothing. Couldn't have dust or debris from the floor or the knives making his appearance be that of a common worker. Bare feet - which weren't often bare - pressed into the carpet as he made his way toward his 'elder' brother. "You will be leaving for a month? Well, lovely. Who else am I expected to talk to? The drool machines? I don't speak idiot. And Akuti, while she is amusing, she is still a girl." And oh he despised females. The weaklings.
Delicate fingers extended and wrapped around Kian's hand, helping to position it correctly around the pen, "Try holding it like that. It may be difficult at first, but it should not take you too incredibly long to get the hang of it with your stubborn resolve. If that does not work, you can always hold it in another position that I find easier to write in myself, but that is the correct way to do it. So I am told."
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2007 10:30 am
When put into the 'normal' position, the pen pressed against the thick, pliable webbing between Kians fingers for a brief moment before popping away as the tension was a bit too much. The dark alien frowned down at it and tried, once more, to hold it properly, altering his fingers a bit. Having Rothe touch him was a bit unnerving but it wasn't as if the other was gripping tightly or with his nails. How could he protest?
"The webbing makes it difficult." He explained once more, his third eye glancing up at his brother. "You can actually make a few more aquaintences. There are others, at the Unit. I do not think you should meet Autsu, however... He would not take kindly to your talk of owning me. But there are others. Prehaps Iamel?"
The last offer was said lamely as Kian looked back down at his handwriting. Meh. "I just need to write one note. After that, I will type anything."
He hated this body.
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2007 10:41 am
The boy noticed and furrowed his brow for a moment. Hmm. Fingers positioned the pen again in a more vertical position so it didn't press against the webbing, "It may take a little longer to write with that, as you have to do more deliberate strokes of the pen, but it will be easier to hold I think." Rothe, of course, generally didn't help unless it benefited him but considering he'd just gotten hands on experience with his sharp instruments of absolute love he could spare a little selflessness and grace the other with his attention. Kian should feel blessed!
"Iamel has his hands full with the new drool machine - who is quite ugly I may add - and why would Autsu be upset when hearing the truth?" Rothe did not understand what the issue was with people and honesty. They asked for it and when given they shunned.
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2007 10:48 am
"I belong to myself, first and foremost. Then in terms of emotional attatchment, I belong more to him, then yourself. Also, he could kick your a**. He managed to bruise my stomach well enough." THe briefest of grins at that and Rothes wrist actually got a mild pat. The dark alien eyed the pen in his hand, lips pursing as his fingers drawled out a slow, deliberate stroke with the pen.
The word was more legible then his previous ones. It wrote out 'K-I-A-N'. His name. Then, another word. "K-O-R-E-S-H-A-N J-O-N-A-S'. At least, that is how it sounded. His former name. Kian cocked his head to the side, studying it.
"Thank you, Rothe." THe others name was said deliberately and, again, the blue-tinted boy was on the recieving end of a mild smile. "You will survive without me, I promise. DDR isn't too bad. Ugly, yes, but she is quiet and doesn't demand things."
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2007 11:19 am
"You only think that, silly peasant," he answered with his own brand of a smirk, "And you're welcome. Now you can worship me for bestowing my grace and knowledge upon your humble head!" Overly dramatic? Well, yes. But at the moment he was in a decently pleasant mood. And it wasn't likely to change until one of the little ones shat themselves and left him to wipe their rears.
He was never having children.
"She is still a thing that does nothing but cry, s**t, and drool. And occasionally tug on my hair and mess it up like all the others." Not that he'd ever had contact with the baby other than a passing glance but most leech-creatures did that, didn't they? "I won't miss you, I'll simply miss the fact I can annoy you."
Had to keep face, after all.
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2007 11:42 am
"I have never heard her cry." Kians defense was mild, however, and he merely sat back on his position on the couch, his head tilting back to look over at the younger Alien. His gaze was one of amusement, eyebrows arching high on his forehead.
"What makes you think you annoy me, Rothe? I enjoy your company, despite your oddity. You seem to think that crude, cruel things are something new to me." His eyes rolled and they went back to the book, chin falling closer to his chest. Still, the alien looked rather preoccupied, frowning slowly.
The pen was tossed to the side with an aggravated air. "Things are confusing, brother." The word wasn't one of formality. The tone, what little there was in the flat voice, was genuine in his calling Rothe 'brother'.
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Posted: Sat Oct 13, 2007 9:34 am
"All babies cry. Just because you haven't heard her do so doesn't mean anything, Kian." That's what babies did. They cried, shat, and threw up. And pulled on his hair, of course, which really annoyed him and he always made sure to have it in a pony tail of some kind.
When Kian said that he wasn't annoyed by him, he held back surprise, "I'd rather be annoying to you," he said with a small shrug of his shoulders, "It's not often I have to deal with someone actually liking my company." a pause, "How are things confusing?"
This was a new thing. Was Kian going to get all touchy-feely-emotional with him now? God, he hoped not. He wasn't equipped for gooey moments. Gooey moments tended to flee from the slaver.
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