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 Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2008 6:50 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2008 6:56 pm
Shiloh was out in the fields, picking the few wild flowers that grew within the vegetable gardens and fenced areas. He would get a pretty fair pay with them in the city if he played his cards right. Flower after flower went into the basket, Old Blue at the man's heels.
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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2008 7:13 pm
Ah, any any chance that poor Shiloh had of a peaceful day was shattered.
"EEEEHN!" It was a noise that Rusty was far too used to by now. Hoss screamed and cried, flailing his limbs against his caretaker. No, he did not want to go out. No, he did not want to see the horned beast that made his caretaker smile, goddamnit!
"Shhhhh." Rusty sighed, bouncing the baby slightly, looking slightly overwhelmed. Now, when was the last time he'd visited anyone? Ever? Oh, God. He was going to die.
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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2008 7:15 pm
Shiloh looked up and dusted his hands off on his pants before grabbing his basket and sprinting back to the house. When he noticed Rusty, he slowed and waved.
"Hello, stranger!" he yelled from a distance, "What's the occasion?!"
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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2008 7:20 pm
"BWAAAAAAH."
"I... Uh..." Rusty leaned his head away from the baby, who was now squalling at Shiloh. He grimaced. Do not want. "Jutht thought I'd come for a vithit."
So cute.
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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2008 7:38 pm
Shiloh smiled and nodded, jogging toward Rusty.
"I'm glad," he said, finally able to speak in a normal tone, "Didja have lunch yet?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2008 7:44 pm
Rusty closed one eye. "I'm fine." He sighed. Hoss growled and brandished his hooks at Shiloh. Of course, the duct tape did diminish the danger by quite a bit. "Wath... Jutht around. Thought I'd drop in."
Poor boy sounded stressed.
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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2008 7:47 pm
"Well, I haven't, so c'mon in," Shiloh smiled, undaunted by the squalling baby, "D'y'mind if I eat infronna ya? I prolly have somethin' for Hoss to, if ya like."
He held the front screen door open, gesturing for Rusty to enter.
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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2008 7:50 pm
Rusty followed. Hoss, seeing that his anger wasn't having too much of an effect on Shiloh, went back to his usual pastime of marking Rusty's neck with bruises.
"He might be hungry. I mean, he hellth all the time, but a little more if he'th hungry." Poor Rusty looked tired and thin. Baby was wearing him down.
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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2008 7:53 pm
"Here," Shiloh said, "Give me the baby. Me an' him will have some lunch, and you make yourself comfortable. Nap, eat, whatever you need. Y'look terrible." He felt awful for poor Rusty. So thin. So worn. So young.
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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2008 7:55 pm
"I'm fine." But Rusty was obviously the type who would claim to be fine even if severely wounded. He did, however, offer Hoss over. The baby ******** snarled and spat. Do not want!
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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2008 7:57 pm
Shiloh didn't care a lick.
"C'mere, sweet little thing. Y'hungry?" He moved to the fridge to make himself a sandwich.
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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2008 8:00 pm
Rusty sighed and moved to sit in a chair, his eyes closing. Ugh. So tired.
Hoss snarled again and whacked at him with his protected hooks. No, he was not hungry, you stupid half-sheep ba-... Goddamn this stupid, worthless form! Hoss brumbled moodily. He was indeed hungry.
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Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2008 5:12 am
Shiloh actually laughed at being hit (because, honestly, duct-taped hooks were pretty silly-looking) and opened the fridge, taking out some veggies for his own use and a carton of milk. Hmm...maybe Hoss was already on solid foods?
"This good?" he asked, holding the carton up, "I'm sure we can whip up a bottle if need be."
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Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2008 1:46 pm
Hoss did not have teeth yet, and Rusty was so grateful for that. The purple child chewed on his hooks, apparently calming down at the prospect of food.
Rusty, on the other hand, was leaning against the back of his chair, his curls flopping down into his face. Awwww.
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