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 Posted: Thu Feb 26, 2009 11:09 am
"I don' understand why I gotta get dragged along f'rthis, Cap'n," Melchizedek whined, resisting Katrina's firm grip on his wrist with every step they took. "He ain' my boyfriend, he's yours, an' I don' wan' nothin t'do with it." Digging his heels into the ground, he growled softly in the back of his throat, yowling as Katrina jerked him forward.
"Melchizedek, I don't care how much you want to waste my goddamn time. This is where we are going, you are coming with me, and since I'm the captain, not you, I can do what I like," Katrina answered, exerting enough force on the boy's arm to make him whimper and draw up alongside her. Melchy grumbled under his breath, tail lashing, as Katrina hauled him up the sidewalk. "Besides," she added darkly, "you and Devakanya need to make nice."
"Don' wanna make nice with 'er. This is your crap, Cap'n, not mine," Melchy answered, and Katrina grabbed him by the back of the neck and forced him up the steps to Alexander Vega's front door. Ignoring the boy's growling and spitting, she knocked sharply three times and waited.
"Stop that noise. You're a boy, not a circus animal."
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Posted: Thu Feb 26, 2009 2:55 pm
Alexander Vega was on his bathroom floor, scrubbing the bathtub while his charge made cookies in the kitchen. Katrina did not come to visit often, but when she did, it often inspired a flurry of activity in the otherwise lazy ex-pirate. As for the cookies, as the captain understood, Katrina's rat of a cat was coming along too, and if all else failed, Alexander planned to tame the boy with food.
He had actually made the cookies ( he believed people called the cinnamon sugar mix 'snickerdoodles', but his pride absolutely forbid him to utter such a silly word ), but he handed off the actual baking to his unicorn. She liked getting to decorate them, and it allowed him to get other things clean. It also avoided irritating conversations where his fiance accused him of being gay.
A knock at the door caused a great shout and loud cursing, Alexander flailing wildly. "Devakanya, ge' th' door!"
The unicorn checked her cookies and trotted to the door, opening the door to let Miss Katrina and her son in.
"..............Devakanya! I....I'm stuck."
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Posted: Thu Feb 26, 2009 3:31 pm
"Hello, Devakanya," Katrina said lightly to the girl, shoving Melchy firmly into the house and following behind him. Melchy growled at the indignity of it, but now that he was in the presence of the actual occupants of the house, he was pretty calm. It was completely inappropriate to be rude to your hosts, but damned if he wasn't going to be rude about them as long as they weren't listening. He gave Devakanya a brief smile before glancing up and sniffing the air. Something was baking. Something sweet.
Alex's voice brought a wry smile onto Katrina's face, and she inclined her head to Devi before turning and heading off in the direction from which Alex's voice had come. Leaning in the bathroom doorframe, she smiled at Alex and shook her head. "How'd you manage to get stuck?" she asked lightly, reaching out her hand to her fiance and biting back a laugh. She adored the man, but...honestly. Common sense and men. They didn't go together.
Melchy looked at Devi once they were left alone and put his head to one side, smiling at her a little bit. "Hi," he said. "Um....something smells awesome." He was aware the girl didn't (couldn't?) speak, but he had really no other method of communication, so he might as well start some semblance of a conversation.
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Posted: Thu Feb 26, 2009 4:27 pm
Devakanya blinked as Melchy was shoved into her house, torn between her cookies, being a polite hostess, and her father being stuck in the bathroom. He must have lost his cane again. Stupid man. Fortunately for the little unicorn, Katrina seemed to have the idiot covered, so that left Devakanya with cookies and catboy. This? This could be managed. Smiling to the pirate, she held up one finger and trotted to the oven, slipping on her over mitts. She opened the over and pulled a tray out before setting the last tray in. She closed the door and set the timer. After she pulled her gloves off, she motioned for Melchy to come over and pointed to the cookies.
She nodded at them and pointed to Melchy again. For him.
Alexander, on the other hand, was spared no dignity when Katrina had to hoist him up. The man scrambled to cling to the sink, holding himself up as he glowered at Katrina. "Makin' sure th' place was clean fer ya. Los' my cane," he sniffed, looking around for that blasted piece of wood. "If ye would be so kind?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 04, 2009 2:28 pm
Following Devi into the kitchen, Melchy put his hands on his hips and watched her pulling out and putting in a new tray of cookies. They smelled amazing, and he couldn't keep his mouth from watering as he waited for her to finish what she was doing. "You bake these?" he asked, snatching a cookie off the tray and juggling it when he realized it was far hotter than he had expected. Keeping his posture as nonchalant as possible, he bit into it as soon as it was cool enough to hold, and grinned.
"These're great! Cap'n don' bake," he added after a moment. "She ain' particularly inclined t'the kitchen at all, t'be honest." He shrugged. Katrina was about as far from a 'traditional' woman as they came, and while Melchy sometimes wished she'd do something traditionally female, he couldn't complain. Katrina was as lenient as they came in relation to his behaviour. But either way, girls who could cook were awesome.
Katrina flashed Alex a dazzling smile when he glared at her, casting about for his cane and eventually unearthing it from beneath a cabinet. Holding it out to Alex, she shook her head and grinned. "Seems like every time I see you, Alexander Vega, you've gotten something irreparably stuck." Laughing softly, she moved in to kiss him. "How are you?"
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Posted: Tue Mar 10, 2009 7:06 am
Devakanya nodded, sighing a little when the cat-boy singed himself on one of the cookies. Didn't he see her just pull them out of the oven? Of course they were hot! So the unicorn just nodded again, offering a half-hearted smile as her future step-brother complimented her baking. Wouldn't he just be shocked if he knew who actually concocted the cookie dough. The girl put the second sheet of cookies into the oven and set the timer before turning to Melchizedek again. She flicked her ears and swished her tail, inclining her head as she waited for some sort of direction.
Alexander grunted, but far be it from him to turn down a kiss. (Okay, so maybe it wasn't that much of a stretch, but you really had to mess with his pride if you wanted him to start refusing his wife-to-be.) He leaned on his cane and snorted. "Thank ye. But ye know, I wouln' ge' stuck if na' fer ye." That is to say, he didn't clean up quite so much when it was just him and his unicorn.
"So I thou' I could take y' out t' dinner t'night. Th' unicorn an' th' ca' should be able t' manage themselves, they're plen'y ol'."
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2009 7:46 am
So, um..........this was awkward. Melchizedek finished the cookie and watched Devi put another sheet in. She really didn't speak, did she? It was....yeah, awkward was the only word he could think of. And either her little motions now were some sort of language that he didn't comprehend, or she was just getting fidgety like him, hoping the awkward situation would go away.
Of course, that wasn't going to happen. Melchizedek helped himself to another cookie, more or less avoiding burning himself this time around, and then looked at Devakanya. "Iun wanna keep you in the kitchen jus' standin' aroun', if ye've got somethin' else t'do....or like a better idea, 'er somethin'," he remarked as cheerfully as he could. "I mean, Iunno what-all y'do fer fun. D'ye play board games? Checkers, mayhap? 'Er Risk?" he grinned; he liked Risk. It was a good game. Anything centered around military strategy and world domination was a good game in his book.
"And if you kept an eye on your effects, you wouldn't get stuck at all no matter what you were up to," Katrina remarked, shaking her head at Alex and biting back a laugh. "And don't you have child labour for things like this?" she asked. At least, in her home, Melchizedek was under the same orders as he would be on a ship. All her crew was. Swabbing was a chore, and while a house full of eight-odd pirates, herself, and a cat-boy could never be kept shipshape, it was nonetheless a great deal cleaner than would be expected.
"That sounds lovely," she added with a smile. "Melchizedek doesn't generally burn the house down when left unattended."
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