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 Posted: Mon Mar 09, 2009 9:40 am
 The spring festival of Aimes, a well loved and celebrated event that has been going on since the floating city first sprung up and this year is no different!!
The city is a hub of activity, well even more than the usual hustle and bustle, as every household welcomes in the new season. Everywhere banners have sprung up - decorated with flowery motifs, fresh greens and pastel hues that sum up the youthful growth that Spring brings. The center of the festivities can be found at Aimes circle. Large decorations swoop from house to house and confetti floats through the air as thick as the blossoms that spring brings. The noticeboard at the center of the circle now is festooned with different posters and advertisements regarding the different events that are happening around the city...
Stalls have also sprung up in the circle and enigmatic stall keepers yell out about what makes their games so special; resulting in a cacophony of rather disorientating noise when mixed with the joy-filled music being played by a band. "Come to the Lucky Dip - fantastic prizes await!" Is one shout you would hear above the rest, and if you were to c**k your head in the direction of the man's voice, you would see a cheerful fellow behind a vibrantly coloured stall, a large box filled with stuffing and prizes in front of him. Another loud call announces that the boat race game is open for players. Of course, this isn't all that's going on and other attractions wry for attention all interesting and unique.
However, alongside the whoops of the stall keepers a sense of magic also seems to be in the air and the effeminate essence of spring seems to be showing itself in the form of three new bottles waiting to find new owners.
Overall there is an energy filled atmosphere that can't help but make people smile!! So go on, let your hair down and join in with the celebrations and have some fun!
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 9:04 pm
"Oooooh...."
"Oooooh?"
"Mm."
Krinn nodded, not glancing over at Lan as he let loose another long exhale of breath, forming his lips as he stared out at the cluttered view of Amies Circle. Instead of the usual games stalls set up all around them, Lan and Krinn inhabited a stall that was there every year for the Spring Festival - one that was promoted by the cafe Lan worked at. Shuuhei was busy in the background hefting things off a cart to set up - after all, they'd be making a makeshift kitchen in the back of the stall to work off of. The good thing was that Shuuhei got the day shift, and Lan got the evening to work behind the counter. So as of now, he was officially on break. However... he had no idea what to do. Krinn looked sort of hyper and excited, his dual eyes dancing with interest as he eyed the variety of stalls within sight, the screams and yells coming from excited children as they dashed past, cute dresses adorned for the new change from winter to spring. The two themselves were decked out in casual outfits, Lan resorting back to his blue and white striped shirt, and denim jean shorts. The entire thing was accompanied by simple accessories, his star tattoo glittering in the light, two bracelets clinking together on each hand. His flip flops almost fell off as he jumped up onto the front counter of the stall, despite the screams coming from Shuuhei not to. Krinn on the other hand, wore his simple jeans, the look on them shouting that they'd been used for quite some time, and for some rather.... extravagant little adventures. His shirt was dappled in paint splatters from the experience of trying to paint the bedroom with Lan, but white still showed through on the loose piece of clothing.
Suddenly, a yawn escaped from Lans throat, and the acrobat twisted back, placing his hands on the edge of the counter and flipping himself over onto his feet behind the booth, leaning his elbows against the stand and looking over at Krinn, who was also leaning with his back to the counter, even though he was in front of it. "I dont see why you had to wake me up at the crack of dawn to come here." He said with another yawn, biting his lip and rubbing his eyes a bit. "Its not like theres a rush." The golden black haired man sighed, then glanced around, noticing that his words could have possibly been a lie. At least half of the cities inhabitants were probably down here what with all of the crowds. There were already lines forming for some of the games, giggles erupting from children as they won prizes and blabbered on to their mothers about everything and anything. Perhaps there was a bit of a rush. Lan lifted his eyes, humming in thought. "I wanted to get here early - after all, I had to walk the dogs, and its not like I could go without an extra hand." Krinn huffed, seeming to snap out of his daze finally. The two had dropped off said animals around a half an hour ago, and the old man and Younka had thanked them and sent them off. The two were actually setting up their own stall across Amies square for adoption on a few baby animals they had received from the mainland a few days ago.
Lan nodded lamely and sighed "I guess so..." He mumbled, fanning himself. "But its so hot, I feel like sticking my head in the cooler! Shuu, why didn't we bring a fan with us?" Lan hollered to the man in the back of the stall, who grunted as he pulled the rest of their supplies off the cart and slammed it down on one of the makeshift counters. "Because it wouldn't fit - you already ordered me to bring just about everything in the kitchen here - even though you're only working the evening shift." he said, walking over to whack Lan over the head. Lan just pouted and stuck out his tongue, maneuvering around another whack to his muss of gold black hair, uncharacteristically hidden between a matching bandana. The music coming from local bands on the stage near the center of Amies made Krinn perk up his ears as Shuuhei and Lan started a small banter over the trivial things of life. He glanced back to find the two still throwing insults at one another as they started to unpack and set up. Pushing away from the counter, Krinn felt his pocket where a wallet was hooked to a small chain connecting to his belt, containing the money Lan had given him to spend that day since it was a festival - and it was fun to get small pointless things whenever there were such curious, one-day-only stalls being opened up. With a hum, Krinn glanced back again. Now that the two had berated each other enough, Lan flittered over to the counter where customers started to flock, beginning to take orders with ease. Noe was supposed to have come to help Shuuhei out during the first half, but the girl had failed to show up early - and would probably be late, as it was - so Krinn could only guess that his guardian would be taking a few orders with his disarming smile and his flirtatious eyes until the pink haired girl showed up. Which meant... Krinn could sneak off for a bit if he wanted. As he took a few steps forward, turning his head to memorize the spot where the stall was located, he hummed a bit.
Who would he run into today, he wondered.
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 10:12 pm
This had definitely been a mistake.
But he had come this far, and it was too late to turn back now. Slowly, Milo inched toward the edge of the stall he was hiding behind. He glanced around the corner, but neither Lan nor Krinn were in sight. It hadn’t been his intention to follow them here. Milo had been walking to the café for lunch- like he would any other day- when he had spotted the cook and his young ward heading down the street. At first he had tried to ignore them and kept his course toward a lovely strawberry parfait. Two steps later, curiosity got the better of him, and he had about-faced to follow the eccentric duo. It had been Milo’s intention to stop Lan and attempt conversation with him, but when the chance arose, Milo’s courage failed and he ended up ducking into and alley. Ever since then he had stalked Lan and Krinn on their way, telling himself that he was going to talk to the cook, and that this wasn’t stalking. If I’d known where they were going, he thought, leaning in defeat against the wooden side of the stall, I wouldn’t have followed them. To Milo’s dismay, Krinn and Lan had gone to the spring festival, the one place in town he’d been trying to avoid.
As a citizen of Amies, it was generally assumed that Milo would like festivals. But being generally friendless (albeit by choice) and anti-social, he let them pass without much notice. On occasion a female co-worker would invite him to one, but their efforts were mostly fruitless. Milo didn’t know how to act at an event like this, much less with a date. Now he was awkwardly hidden behind a mask vendor’s stall, trying to find Lan without being seen. When they had entered the crowd, Milo had accidentally lost sight of them. Since then he had taken to hiding with the fear that Lan might sneak up behind him. If there was one place he didn’t want the wild cook, it was letting the boy have a clear shot at his back. Who knew what unsavory form of sexual harassment would take place. Awkwardly, Milo inched toward the corner of the stall. He had to move, before someone noticed him. The mask vendor didn't seem to mind him sneaking around- or he hadn't noticed- but Milo wasn't about to overstay his welcome. Peeking out from behind the corner of the stall, the brunette watched through sky-blue glasses for any sign of Lan or Krinn. Upon finding just a bunch of strangers, he looked instead to find a suitable hiding place.
Mewl. Blinking, Milo glanced at the cat-thing he had forgotten was on his shoulder. He'd won it almost accidentally in the lucky dip, and it had perched next to his head ever since. Cocking an eyebrow, he slowly raised a hand to the creatures head. It eyed him curiously. As if he were touching something extremely fragile, he patted the cat's head. It mewled happily in response. I should probably think of a name, he thought vacantly. Milo would deal with the other problems later; like where it was going to sleep, what it ate, and how he was supposed to take care of it. What am I supposed to name it? Blanche? Alice? Amélie--"Mewl." "Amélie?" he repeated, as if the cat-thing could read his thoughts and had acted on queue. The creature blinked and mewed again. "Alright, Amélie," Milo said, feeling stupid for talking to something that probably couldn't understand him.
Focusing on his mission once more, Milo pushed his glasses up on his nose and scanned his surroundings for his next base of operations. Amélie sat contently on his shoulder, looking somewhat like a second anthropomorphic head stuck on Milo's body. The brunette rolled his teal eyes at the thought. In the process, he spotted another opening between two stalls that would serve as a suitable hiding place. Scratching absently at Amélie's ear, Milo glanced around one more time for any sign of the cook and his kid. When there was none, he darted out from behind the stall, keeping his head ducked a little bit. He didn't really fit in this crowd of casually dressed and costumed people. Milo had come from work, so he was still wearing a gently-colored dark teal dress shirt, a black tie, and black pants. He was dressed a little too formally for such an occasion, although the cat on his shoulder made him look somewhat like a street performer. Ducking in between two stalls, the brunette remembered to breathe again and inhaled sharply. What was he doing, sneaking around like this? He could just go home and find Lan at the café tomorrow. With a deep sigh, Milo poked his head out from between the stalls and glanced in both directions. There was no sign of the two-tone-haired cook, but... was that Krinn, bobbing around in the crowd? Whipping back into hiding, Milo pressed against the wall and hoped he hadn’t been spotted. Amélie mewed curiously from his shoulder. ”Shh,” he whispered quickly, pressing a finger to his lips as if the creature could understand. The last thing he needed was for Lan to realize that Milo had stalked him here. The teasing would surely never end.
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 10:36 pm
It was kind of amusing, really.
Krinn had taken a few more steps forward, listening to Lans luscious voice in the background, cradling customers and making sure they were attracted in by the sweet aroma now filling the air as both Lan and Shuuhei had started up their chef duties, all the while catering to the needs of hungry children and adults. He had been completely intent on finding some vendors with curious looking trinkets to haggle with, as it had become a sort of entertaining thing to watch the intent men and women trying to get their customers to buy anything they offered them. But of course, fate had other plans for him. So when he took one or two more steps and stopped, spotting a gap in the crowds now forming, the dust child couldn't help but stare at a familiar face. He had originally been attracted to the site of a mask shop, a strangely familiar old man working the stall there. But then he had caught sight of something... a bit more entertaining. A familiar face that was trying to duck and run for what looked to be the nearest hide out of sorts. Milo? Whats he doing? he thought to himself silently. He cocked an eyebrow at the scurrying of the other, like some sort of spy trying to succeed in a covert operation. However, he wasn't doing a very good job. After all, being the only one to wear a suit in a crowd of people dressed for spring with their bright colors and happy smiles did seem to attract attention. Krinn couldn't help but snort a laugh as the man disappeared from sight after a few moments of long strides, head ducked down low.
Weirdo. He thought in good nature, glancing up as an excited man standing behind one of the stalls chuckled airily and shouted out that he had charms for sale. Making sure to keep track of where Milo had disappeared to, Krinn quickly strode over to where the vendor was and peered down at the charms. Humming a bit in thought, he looked up at the man and grinned, exchanging money quickly and walking off with his collected trinkets. After all, Krinn was much like a crow - he was certainly attracted to shiny things. Shifting his eyes upwards, Krinn turned his head left and right, and lifted his feet, walking off in the direction Milo had gone. He spotted an opening between two stalls and headed for it, glancing back in time to catch Lan glancing up. Apparently the chef had just noticed his kid had disappeared. Quickly sidestepping a few people, Krinn made his way for Milos hiding spot, not wanting to get caught by his guardian just yet. Anyways, Milo was probably here because of his guardian - or perhaps that was just Krinns wishful thinking - but Krinn wanted to know first hand before running back to give away that Milo was here to his sexual predator of a guardian. Who knew what Lan might do if he heard the target of his interests was here at the festival.
Swiveling around the corner, Krinn smiled to himself as he spotted Milo and stood in the opening between the two stalls, glancing the man over for a moment. "Ah.... Milo?" He started, glancing the other over for a moment before blinking and trying to hide the tinge of red on his face from remembering all that had happened between this man and Lan. "Er... Long time no see. Are you.... hiding from someone?" He looked the other over and noticed something perched on his shoulder. With a blink, Krinn cocked his head to the side. It was... cute. It mewed too. And it looked.... cat-like. Huh. Adorable, really. Well, anyways! He had better things to do, like pry into Milo's personal bubble and figure out if he really was here because of Lan or not. After all, curiosity killed the cat, or something of the like, yes? Lan had constantly reminded him of that. Speaking of which.... Krinn glanced over his shoulder, spotting the golden black hair of his guardian a few stalls away. It looked like Lan was talking with Shuuhei, but Krinn noted that the other wasn't in the stall, and was now looking around. Looking for him. Uh oh. Krinn thought to himself, a slight tinge of red appearing on the edge of his ears. If Lan caught sight of Milo, then some embarrassing moments were sure to ensue. But still.... perhaps that would give Krinn some time to sneak away.
As he pondered whether or not to drag Milo out of his hiding place, Krinn hummed a bit in thought and flashed his dual eyes back to Milo, the message in them clear as daylight.
So, what brings you here?
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 11:16 pm
This was bad.
Milo had been so caught up in petting Amélie that he hadn't noticed the boy approach. He had planned to stay in this spot for a while, because ducking for cover every minute would surely attract more attention than he could hide from. Besides, the cute cat-creature was growing on him a bit. Through a hit-and-miss method he'd found that she liked being petted on her forehead and ears, didn't like her nose touched, and didn't want to be moved from his shoulder. She seemed oddly used to the shouts of vendors and didn't jump at unexpected noises. The corner of Milo's mouth quirked up into a smile. Maybe things wouldn't be so boring at home, with this new addition. He'd never owned a pet before; his previous life as a punk didn't really allow for it, and before that, his father was allergic to both cats and dogs. Milo vaguely remembered maybe having a fish once, but it didn't live long enough for the memory to be solid. After a moment or two of thinking and petting, Milo was so entertained by Amélie that he practically forgot why he was at the festival in the first place. Maybe festivals were fun, if cute creatures like this came from them. The momentary bliss didn't last long. It took Milo a moment to notice that someone in the crowd had stopped in front of his hiding place. Finally realizing it, he guiltily looked toward the opening. Krinn stood there, looking shy, confused, and curious. Milo felt his heart jump into his throat. Not only had the boy found him, but he was standing there just looking into Milo's hiding place, which gave away his position to anyone that could see Krinn.
This required fast thinking. If Krinn was here, then the chances were Lan was close by, if not looming just out of sight. Should he see Krinn, he'd probably come over to see what he was looking at. Milo had two options. He could try to convince the boy to go away and get caught, or... It didn't take a second thought. Milo darted his arms out, catching the boy by the shoulders. Trying to be gentle in a rush, he yanked the boy toward him, out of the view of passerby and in to his hiding place. But he quickly found that he had pulled too hard- when the boy crashed into his chest, Milo lost balance and stumbled backward, taking Krinn with him. He hit the wall hard- jarring his not-quite-healed head injury- and tumbled into a sitting position. Dizzy for the second time in a week, Milo moved quickly so that the boy's head didn't land against the wall- instead he slammed into Milo's chest. They ended up in an awkward position; Milo sitting against the wall of one of the stalls, with Krinn straddled between his legs, held almost protectively in the older man's arms. Amélie had somehow maintained her grip on Milo's shoulder throughout the fall, and now mewed unhappily at being shaken around so much. She paused and twitched her ears in the direction of the newcomer, inclining her head to sniff at him. When Milo's vision returned, he blinked quickly and looked down at the boy awkwardly intertwined with him.
Thinking on his feet, Milo covered Krinn's mouth with his hand and looked toward the opening. It seemed like no one had noticed them. Feeling extremely awkward and guilty, the brunette used his free hand to grope around for his glasses, which had been knocked ajar during the chaos. "Sorry," he squeaked sheepishly, loosening his hand a bit over Krinn's mouth. His fingers brushed the rim of his glasses, and he pushed them back into place, returning his arm around the boy to make sure he didn't try to shove away. Milo didn't like the position they were in, and needed to stand, but didn't know how while holding Krinn. "Sorry," he repeated like a mantra, shifting his legs in an attempt to get his bearings. It only made the situation increasingly awkward- Krinn was between his legs. How was he supposed to get up if he couldn't use his arms or his legs? Amélie had taken a great interest in Krinn, and now sniffed him vigorously, trying to get him to pet her without understanding the situation. Milo barely noticed. He was caught up in panicked thoughts about what to do next- and why he had snatched the boy in the first place. It had been stupid, and he hadn't known what he was going to do after getting him out of sight. He could try explaining the situation to Krinn, but the brunette didn't know if he would understand or not. Meanwhile, Amélie licked at Krinn's cheek, oblivious to her owner's panicked predicament.
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 11:51 pm
There was no time for thinking. There was no time for much of anything, really.
Krinn squeaked out when he felt his shoulders grabbed, staring wide eyed at Milo for a moment. His brows furrowed into a frown behind the deep blush now staining his cheeks from the unexpected touch and he opened his mouth, mood switching quickly to that of confusion and embarrassment. "What are you - AH!" The dust squeaked again when he felt himself yanked forward, and jumped, trying to wriggle around and out of the older mans grip. What was going on? Was Milo really hiding from someone? Why was he dragging Krinn into it then? The dust didn't get much of the situation, but somewhere in the two seconds of his thinking, he figured that he was determined to get down to the bottom of it. If he could speak a few coherent sentences to Milo first. Finding himself in an awkward position after just a few blurred moments, Krinn glanced up as he found Milo suddenly above him.... And he was being straddled... in between the others legs. Okay. That was awkward. Whats going on? He thought in a slight daze, feeling a twitch of an animal on Milo's shoulder. He glanced up at the creature now sniffing him, and was about to talk to it when he felt a hand over his mouth. "Mmf!" He cried out suddenly, looking up at Milo, part fearful, part confused. "Whmf gommff ohrrrr!?" He tried to ask the other, but it only came out muffled and garbled behind the others mouth. Shutting his lips, the other wriggled a bit, wanting to get out of such an awkward situation.
Looking shocked, Krinn fell into a tense silence, staring at the other with his gray and blue eyes, the storm gray hair falling in mussy strands across his face. His eyes now demanded an answer, even though there was still a red hot cherry blush on his face. What was going on? It was repeated over and over again in his brain. Was Milo some sort of villain like Lan had once jokingly explained to him? No, the man couldn't have been a kidnapper. He was too... well, Milo for that. Krinn couldn't come up with many solutions, other the the other not wanting to get caught - but caught by who? Unless he was some sort of convict, what did he have to worry about? Writhing again in the slightly uncomfortable position, Krinn struggled a bit, only to squeak when he felt himself in contact with the others - others - oh god, this was so embarrassing! He tried to writhe in a different direction, but it only resulted in more contact between the two, and so Krinn just stopped, instead trying to bend himself away from touching the other. And the ticklish tongue of the creature on his shoulder. A squeak left his lips however, when he heard a dangerously familiar voice from the opening between the stalls.
"You conniving, scheming, self center ***** b*****d. I would have never pegged you for that type."
Came a horrified, yet somehow seething and low hiss from his guardian, who now sat in a petrified stance in the opening, his eyes flashing dangerously at Milo. Apparently, Lan had finally decided to go take some time off in search of his charge. Noe must have finally arrived, and Krinn noted on the faint voice of the girl in the background, obliviously greeting guests. Then he tried to scream out when he watched Lan suddenly lunge like an angry wild animal. Of course, it only came out muffled, and he watched in slight surprise when his guardian knocked Milo away, landing on the other and straddling his waist with his knees as he bent over to look at the other with a dangerous amount of venom in his eyes. Having scrambled to his feet as soon as he had been released, yelping a bit and jumping up, the dust glanced the situation over with shocked eyes. Krinn knew that Lan was a bit over protective at the worst of times, and that this was probably some horrible mistake... but his voice didn't seem to work as he turned just about white as a sheet and raised a hand, trying to put together a coherent thought in his head.
Lan scowled fiercely down at Milo, his body rigged with irritation and something more. No one touched Krinn. Well... like that at least. Call it being over protective - Lan just saw himself as trying to keep the other from the harm of people like - like this. "Now, care to explain yourself?" He asked the other, wrapping his hands around the others neck in irritation. His nails dug into the skin and he glared down at the other angrily. "Even though it was so painfully obvious what you were doing to Krinn, I'll still ask out of manners." Lans venomous eyes grew even more. "Honestly, I cant believe you! Anyways, if you're like that, the least you could do is be discreet about it. And with Krinn? Hes just a kid!" Lan near snarled to Milo, squeezing down a bit. Festival forgotten, light hearted mood forgotten, his guardian instincts - dangerous and threatening, and not good at the best of times - kicked in.
"Although, thats the type you like right? I cant believe you - god - I cant believe you'd do that."
Man, did Milo have hell to talk himself out of now, or what? And as Lan stared down at him with a dangerous gleam in his eye, one could only imagine how careful the poor guy would have to be with his words unless he wanted to get burned.
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Posted: Mon Mar 16, 2009 12:36 am
As if this situation could possibly get any worse.
Gritting his teeth, Milo tried to jerk back and away from the contact. The boy was struggling against him, which only resulted in tense, awkward friction. He had half the mind to tell the boy to stop, but it sounded kind of rapist-like in his head, so he didn't try. As the boy tried to speak Milo loosened the hand over Krinn's mouth again, hoping he wouldn't scream. The question that followed was an obvious one, but it definitely deserved an answer. You couldn't just pull someone into this situation without an explanation. "I'm hiding from someone," he explained nervously, glancing at the opening place and the people walking by. "I'm sorry- are you okay, by the way? Did you get hurt?" he glanced down at the boy, concerned. Milo wasn't sure he could forgive himself if his stupid antics had actually injured a child. Actually, he was pretty sure he'd never forgive himself for following Lan here in the first place. He hadn't even talked to the cook, and now his chances at conversation were pretty much ruined, because he would be spending the rest of the night apologizing to Krinn for being a complete moron. Milo sighed, letting his bangs shadow his eyes. This had been a completely wasted trip after all. He opened his mouth to apologize to the boy again- and blinked at the string of insults that came from a familiar voice.
Horrified, Milo slowly raised his teal eyes to meet Lan's vicious death glare. His hand moved from Krinn's mouth, and for the first time he realized what the situation must look like. Squeaking, Milo bobbed his mouth open and closed in an attempt to form words that would explain what was really going on. He only succeeded in uttering a string of fragmented sounds and starts of words. Before he could manage anything, Lan had snapped and pounced, knocking Milo clear of Amélie and Krinn. The back of his head banged against the ground, sending a fresh wave of pain coursing through his body. Panicking, Milo inhaled sharply and watched the cook as hands wrapped around his neck. Bits of pain surfaced in his conscious as the younger man's nails dug into his skin. "Was- hiding," Milo squeaked, then realized that had come out wrong. What was he supposed to say? That he had stalked Lan here in hopes of talking to him? He winced as pressure was applied to his neck, making it difficult to breathe. "Not- what you- think," Milo insisted through sharp inhales. His hands wrapped around Lan's wrists, struggling to push him away so he could breathe again. Weak from the growing lack of oxygen and pain from his head, Milo was wholly unsuccessful. "Hiding- Krinn came- along- had to pull him- out of sight," his voice was distorted slightly from the lack of air. Milo winced again as the cook's fingernails dug deeper.
"Sorry," he added in a rattling exhale. Milo jerked his legs, half from lack of oxygen and half because he was trying to throw Lan off. This too proved unsuccessful, and he began to become lightheaded. If the younger man didn't get off soon, he would faint. Milo's glasses had been knocked ajar again, this time resting crookedly on his forehead. He was also fairly certain that his perfectly ironed shirt was now less-than-work-worthy. "Not- ***** style="color: black"> he rasped, shifting under Lan in an attempt to get away. If the cook hadn't surprised him, Milo would have been able to throw the man off. He was built stronger than Lan, but the lack of air severely cut his options. Milo knew that he could probably punch the black-and-gold haired man, and that would get him off, but he couldn't bring himself to. It was better to faint for something he didn't do than to hurt someone for misunderstanding. Choking, Milo thought ironically that he got his wish- he was talking with Lan. Although this wasn't exactly how he had intended for it to go. Amélie watched with her ears at attention, curious to the new events that were progressing. She didn't understand what was going on, but it was interesting, seeing so many new people so quickly.
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Posted: Mon Mar 16, 2009 1:06 am
Angry Lan was very, very angry.
The chef seethed - literally seethed as the other started attempting to talk. His mind told him not to believe it, actions spoke louder then words right! Right! But somewhere in Lans mind, he was hoping what the other was saying was true. Still, he glared down at the other, and when he started to jerk his legs, Lan aggressively pushed down on the other with his body, pinning him to the ground. "L-Lan, dont kill him!" Krinn squeaked as he noticed the man starting to turn a different shade. Still, the man did not relinquish his grip for a few moments, staring spitefully down at the other, even though something of a bit of entertainment now lurked in the sky blue depths. Was it true? That was the one question on his mind. Who was Milo hiding from? And why? Maybe an Ex-girlfrie - WAIT! This wasn't right. He was still angry. He still couldn't exactly believe Milos story. "Sure you aren't lying to me? I'm pretty certain that pulling him out of sight usually doesn't involve straddling him." The young chef hissed, leaning in dangerously close to the other, feeling Milo's breath on his cheeks. He leaned in even further, until he was just barely brushing his lips against Milos while he spoke. "I would expect a better lie then that, if you're trying to cover your a**, Miles Cornelle."
Finally, Krinn seemed to find his voice again after having unsuccessfully having tried to tell his guardian not to kill Milo. "It was a misunderstanding!" He snapped finally, seeing that Milo was now a deathly blue. ".....I think." He added as an afterthought, looking down at the ground where the creature from Milo's shoulder had landed. Leaning over, he offered a hand down to her, wondering if she would climb onto him, or sniff him, or ignore him. Then he glanced up at the two, looking pleading when he saw that Lans eyes had averted to him, despite the fact that was still dangerously close to Milo. Fighting back the blush from the absolutely sexual look of it all - thank good gods he didn't know that term yet! - Krinn started again. "H-he wasnt doing anything bad, Lan. Please dont...er.... kill him..." The dust nodded, and sent another pleading look to Lan, hoping the other man would understand that it really wasn't whatever he probably thought it was. All the while, he tried to figure out what "*****" meant in his mind.
Finally, finally Lan loosened his hold on Milo's neck a bit, his touch now ghostly soft and a warning that he would do something just as vicious again if Milo was truly lying, and if Krinn was simply being conned into defending him. The threat was there instantaneously in his hands, but Lan himself didn't know he was giving it away. The eyes that had watched Krinn in utter confusion now turned back to Milo, and he looked down at him as if almost in apology, but his eyes fluttered and pride stubbornly refused to show it for more then a second. Had he really been wrong? s**t. s**t. I'm such an idiot. s**t. Lan thought to himself, but he didn't show it. Instead he sighed and closed his eyes, leaning down to brush his lips as a ghost wisp across Milo's ear, his cheek brushing with Milos. "..... Good afternoon, Milo." He said softly, regaining some stature. The angry shivers had dissolved and now he simply sat on Milo, wondering what to do next.
Finally, the acrobat flipped off of the other and stood at his full height, staring down at the other. Offering his hand, he frowned hard at the other, making sure Milo knew he was dead serious. "I'll believe you and Krinn for now." He said, his normal tone skittering in. The hint of a tease, the dash of being serious, the entertainment and amusement of it all. But somewhere in there was a bit of confusion. A question on the edge of Lans lips. "But first, explain. Who were you hiding from? An Ex? An angry shop vender? Please dont tell me you're a thief as well as a ***** style="color: black"> Lan said, the last part an obvious tease, even though there was still a danger in his voice. He narrowed his eyes at Milo, his bangles clattering a bit as he waited for the other to accept or reject his hand. Krinn sighed in relief, watching Lan - in his own twisted way - attempt to... apologize for his rash actions. However, there would be no sorry crossing the mans lips. His pride got in the way too much for that, and Krinn knew it. Suddenly, a curved, flashy smile appeared on Lans face, and it made Krinn shiver - that smile that showed he was certainly up to something.
"So, Milo. Its a pleasure to see you again - though I never pegged for the type to also like festivals. Though, there are plenty of children around... I suppose that could be a valid reason...." Lan smiled again, and winked at the other.
"Just kidding."
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Posted: Mon Mar 16, 2009 2:08 am
Oh god, he was really going to pass out. Lan wouldn't let go, and Milo would end up fainting or choking to death. He was going to die at a festival of all places, killed by the man he had taken such an unusual interest in. Well, this wasn't so bad. It was better than a tree falling on him, or dying in a fire, or drowning. He listened only vaguely as the younger man spoke to him, looking up at Lan with glazed eyes. "Accident," he rasped honestly, without the strength to keep Lan from leaning in close. He felt something like a phantom kiss brushed against his lips, and used one of his remaining inhales to breathe in the taste of Lan's breath. It reminded Milo of one of the strawberry parfaits he always ordered at the cafe. The concept was oddly exciting, and Milo tried to push the thoughts from his head to focus on the way Lan said "Miles" with such flare. If he hadn't been so deprived of air he would have shivered at the name. By the time Krinn started speaking, Milo was already phasing into unconsciousness. He fluttered his eyes, straining to listen to what the boy was saying, although his ears were filled with a low buzz. Meanwhile, Amélie had scampered up Krinn's arm to rest on the boy's shoulder, though it was smaller and not as comfortable as Milo's. The brunette finally released his grip on Lan's wrists, no longer possessing the strength to hold on. At that moment, Lan relinquished the pressure.
Milo inhaled through instinct and rasped out another apology with his first lungful of oxygen. He hadn't heard exactly what Krinn had said, but he knew that it was probably the only reason Lan had let go. With an extremely gentle touch, Milo brushed a few fingertips over his neck, avoiding Lan's hands. The younger man hadn't let go, but Milo could still press in places to feel the start of bruises. He would have one hell of a time explaining the marks at work tomorrow. If he lived that long. "Good-" he stuttered hoarsely, "Afternoon, Lan..." It really wasn't a good afternoon so far, but there was no harm in being polite. Milo blinked as his vision began to return. The blur faded, and the brunette watched vacantly as Lan acrobatically dismounted him. He touched his neck again, wincing as just a feather-light touch stung. Lan's handprints would surely be there, along with the scratched marks from his fingernails. It didn't bother Milo to a great degree; he had dealt with worse during his gang days. With the weight finally off him Milo shifted into a half-laying position on his elbows. He was still a little bit too dizzy to get up right away, so he looked up at Lan from his place on the ground.
There was no way he could answer that question without either lying or getting hurt for it. Miles couldn't say anything that would get him off the hook easily. The truth was the most embarrassing of the possible stories he could tell, but Milo wasn't a particularly good liar either. He mulled over the options in his head. Tell the truth, maybe not die. Tell a lie, die. The choice wasn't as obvious as one might think. Sighing, Milo took the younger man's hand and struggled to his feet, his free hand pressed against the side of a stall for balance. "I was hiding from you," he admitted, still sounding a bit like he had gargled shards of glass. Milo withdrew his hand quickly, embarrassed. Not wanting to see Lan's reaction to that statement, he took to dusting himself off. "And I'm not a ***** style="color: black"> he growled, sounding twice as menacing with a glass-and-gravel voice. Clearing his throat, Milo remembered his place and glanced sheepishly in Lan's direction. Well, he had officially messed up their friendship. If it was ever a "friendship" at all. Sighing- and then catching himself, because the action hurt- Milo loosened his tie and popped the collar of his shirt, hiding most of the bruising handprints.
His mind was already working on how he would explain the marks at work. Maybe he could bandage it, and say it was some stupid accident... He would get a lot of unwanted attention, but it would be better than explaining that he had been mistakenly deemed a ***** and choked by a protective guardian. Milo jabbed his hands into his pockets and looked at the ground. His usually tame brown hair was now messy and sticking up in odd places, but he didn't notice it. Milo finally noticed that his glasses were off, and fiddled them back into place, hoping they weren't broken for the second time that week. "I don't really like festivals," Milo said finally, tenderly touching his throat. His voice was back to normal, but it still hurt a bit to speak. Finally summoning the nerve, Milo looked to Krinn guiltily. "Sorry about that," he murmured softly, teal eyes glancing to Amélie. She seemed to understand, and made a daring leap toward him. Miles reacted quickly and caught the creature, wondering if the cat had thought at all about what would have happened should his reaction have been slower. Mewing, she scampered onto his shoulder and settled in there. With an absent scratch to her ear, Milo redirected his attention to Lan and Krinn. If this could get much worse, he'd be surprised. At least this time he wasn't covered in cake.
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Posted: Mon Mar 16, 2009 2:42 am
It would be a much more humorous sight if he was still covered in cake.
The thought ran absently through Lans head as he awaited a response. He hummed lightly, eyeing the other and flinching a bit at the bruises he had inflicted. Oops didn't even begin to describe it, actually. He had overreacted, and damn, he was so going to hell for being such an idiot. Even though the inward berating didn't seem to end, Lan never showed it on the outside. Instead he simply folded to his normal expression, watching the other carefully. s**t, how would Milo explain that one. Lan would be dead if he had a mob of angry coworkers after him for trying to choke Milo. And that would just add to the pile of s**t coming from his entire mistake. But he couldn't do anything about it, and so he simply didn't think about it. As the other started to talk, Lan watched him, adjusting the bangles with one of his long slender fingers in a fashion that would be subtle hint to his slight discomfort at the mistake. Krinn was behind him, curiously petting the creature on his shoulder before it took a flying leap for Milo. The boy wasn't saying anything, but Lan supposed he wouldn't unless he was spoken to. After all, the cherry red blush was almost visualized in Lans head without him even have to glance back at the other.
".....Me?" He repeated slowly, when the other noted on who he was hiding from. His eyes sparked suddenly with confusion, then utter interest, as well as a bit of hurt from the fact that the other hadn't even talked to him. Why was he hiding from him? It wasn't like Lan was the evil chainsaw killer or anything. "Why me? Do I scare you?" He asked teasingly, making a bit of a hand gesture towards Milo for a moment with a grin before letting it subside again. "I'm not sure I get it really, Milo." he said as an after thought, speaking his mind before he covered it quickly with his lofty good hearted nature again. That was probably the most insight into Lans mind that Milo was going to get. The slightly confused tone, the absence of a tease, of mischief, of anything but pure confusion and slight pain. "Oh I know. Thats what they all say, after all." Lan said with a shrug and a chuckle, watching the other man get to his feet with a bit of Lans help. "Nah, I believe you... for now." he said, his venom completely gone now that he was a bit more trusting of this awkward man before him. After all, he couldn't see a ***** being this older guy. Unless he had some scary alter ego. Fat chance of that. Lan thought to himself with a slight chuckle. "After all, I dont think you really are the type for little kids like Krinn. They're much too cute for you, after all." Lan teased, then glanced at the other for a moment.
Reaching out a hand, he brushed his soft finger tips below the bruises, against the now exposed collar bone, not wanting to hurt the other more. "Sorry about those." He admitted sincerely, retracting his hand almost instantaneously. There. He'd said it. He'd said sorry. Now Lan could envision Krinn gawking in the background. Lan had never truly said any type of sincere apology for mistakes made on his behalf in the past. Most of the time they were teasing, or they held some ulterior motive in their grasp. Now this was just plain and simple. s**t, he really had gotten Milo. Lan blinked his eyes. I didn't think I pressed that hard. he thought to himself, trying to recall the moments. His anger had taken control, and simply made him stop thinking clearly. Even the memory of his words was a blur in his mind. When the other admitted he didn't really like festivals, Lan blinked for a moment and grinned. But before he had a chance to reply, the man had turned and apologized to Krinn. Honestly, if they didn't stop apologizing, there wouldn't be any time for.... fun.
Krinn blinked as he was addressed and looked up shocked at Milo for a moment. His astonished blue and gray eyes danced for a moment and a cherry red blush spread across his cheeks at the thought of what had occurred. Putting up his hands and waving them in the air, Krinn blushed and shook his head from side to side. "A-Ah, its no problem really." he said, looking sheepish. Krinn had never done well in sheer intimate situations, or ones that resulted from them. And Lan couldn't help but find the kid slightly funny as he blushed and tried to wave off the apology. "It was my fault for sneaking up on you.. er... sorry about that by the way. Ah... I mean - yeah - it just... it wasn't your fault." Through the stuttering, the young boy was somehow able to get to his point and Lan smiled a bit, reaching back a hand to ruffle Krinns hair a bit and make the other look up in surprise and bat at Lans intruding hands before the other stopped and turned back to Milo. Reaching forward, he grinned again and quickly stole Milo's glasses. Examining them for a moment, he turned on his heel and put them on, being careful with the lenses and pushing his golden black strands away from his face. As he did so though, he realized that glasses didn't do anything to his vision. It was odd - why was Milo wearing fake glasses? Lan hummed in thought and examined the other, choosing not to comment, but instead smiling a bit. "You look better without glasses."
Pursing his lips, Lan glanced at the other for a moment with a sigh and a teasing smile. "Well its too bad you dont really like festivals." He hummed, turning his head to glance over his shoulder at the other, looking like a stylish bookworm in Milo's glasses. He put one slender finger to the glasses and mimicked Milo's pushing them up to adjust them, before sticking out his tongue at the other, mischief clear in his eyes. "Because I'd kill for you to come and enlighten me for a bit before my shift. After all, the more the merrier or something of the like, yes?" Lan sighed and looked teasingly at him through the glasses. "But you dont have to, I suppose. I wont force you or anything." And then he turned to face the other again, hands behind his head, one leg stretched behind the other. "So how about it, Milo? I'll be extra nice, as repayment for those dirty marks all over your neck." Lan smiled teasingly and stepped back to the entrance between the stalls, looking like he was going to run off with Milos glasses. In the meantime, Krinn inwardly groaned, knowing his guardian was up to no good. However, Lan was smiling dangerously and thinking something in all but good humor.
This was going to be fun.
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Posted: Mon Mar 16, 2009 3:27 am
Wincing, Milo listened to Lan's reaction and seemed to shrink a bit. He hadn't meant it in a hurtful way. The younger man was passive and confident, but Milo could still hear that tinge of pain in his voice. I shouldn't have said anything, the brunette thought in dismay, he just ended up misunderstanding. He sort of regretted the thoughts when Lan stated that Krinn was "too cute" for him. The ***** comment bothered him more than the underlying insult, but he decided to respond to neither. If he provoked the cook, he would just go on about it to tease. "Thanks," he said softly, acknowledging that Lan was putting a lot of trust in him. It had come to Milo's attention that the cook was a trusting person in general. After all, he had housed Milo for the night in his own home, not knowing anything about him other than the few words Milo had stuttered in between getting splattered with cake and blacking out. Similar to the first time they met, Milo flinched at the younger man's touch as delicate fingers traced his collarbone. He supposed he would never get used to being touched so openly. More surprising than the fingers on his skin, however, was the apology.
Milo hadn't known Lan a long time. But in the few days he had been around the cook, he'd come to find that apologies weren't common. A more humble person would have apologized for face-planting Milo with a cake, instead of dragging him in to a back room to molest him. After blinking in shock for a few seconds, Milo slowly found his voice. "It's okay," he said earnestly, smiling slightly to reassure Lan he was telling the truth. It wasn't that big of a deal... the marks would fade, and life would return to normal. Well, as normal as possible now that Lan was in his life. It had taken the cook less than a week to totally shake Milo's routine off its foundations. He had done things with Lan that he wouldn't do with the co-workers he had known for years. Milo had even spent the night at the cook's condo, although it sounded worse than what had really happened. And on many occasions, they had almost kissed. Dazed, the brunette gently touched his lips, thinking of strawberry parfaits and sweet tastes. Krinn's apologies drew him out of the thoughts, and he smiled again, already forming a counter-apology in his mind. Before he could say it, however, Lan had snatched his glasses.
Making a surprised sound, Milo tried in vain to grab them back. But Lan had turned and put them on- which was the worst thing he could have possibly done. Unless he was startlingly stupid, Lan would figure out in a moment that the glasses served no purpose in curing his vision. They were merely a prop, adding to his businessman aura and purposefully subtracting from his looks. "Hey, I need those," he said insistently, tapping Lan on the shoulder. He didn't need them to help him see, but rather to hide behind. Every romantic interest in his past said that his teal eyes were what attracted them to Milo, so when he decided to focus on his job, he also resolved to hide his eyes. Milo hesitated when Lan inclined his head in his direction, thinking for a moment about how good the younger man looked. "Er," he paused, "Yeah." Milo hadn't even been listening to what the cook said, so he just answered absently. He almost wanted to laugh when Lan mimicked his motion of pushing the glasses up on his nose. Sparing a smile instead, Milo shook his head in defeat and stepped after the eccentric cook. "Maybe, just until your shift starts," he said, agreeing despite a warning in his head. Amélie seemed to perk up at this news, and mewed. After all, Milo did kind of owe Lan at least this much, as an apology for the misunderstanding.
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Posted: Mon Mar 16, 2009 3:53 pm
For the teenage fisherman, spring didn't seem like such a big deal. Sure enough it was the signal that summer was coming soon and rather than the bleak white peaked waves the oceans would be flatter; like a blue pane of glass, easy sailing. However the concept of flowers and babies being associated with Spring was lost on the boy.. He had hardly even gone to the mainland away from Aimes and so his knowledge of the things that spring induced was rather stunted - he could barely explain what a meadow was. In fact, that limited knowledge was furthered by the fact that this was the first year he'd actually taken part in the spring festival. His childhood years had been spent cooped up in the care home, looking out of the window at the jolly crowds with slight envy, and the past few years when he'd been in Jeremiah's care they had been out to sea and had missed the whole event!
Although he seemed as though he was making up for lost time!! Armed with nothing but a small wallet of savings Inge seemed to be trying out every single stall; blue eyes wide with excitement behind his messy straw-like hair as he examined each vibrant stall. He was amongst the food stalls currently and clasped in one tough hand, calloused from hard work at sea, was a dumpling of sorts, with pinkish dough and a sweet paste filling. Apparently it was a treat sold only around the spring time celebrations and he was eager to try the delicate looking thing!
He bit into it as he watched the crowds pass by. All sorts of characters seemed to have crawled out of the woodwork for the celebrations... Aimes had never been so filled with bright colours and cheerful faces!! One man walked past on stilts, a gaudy coloured hat on his head adorned with fresh green grass and spring-time blooms. He chewed thoughtfully as he regarded the comical giant striding through the crowds.. The dumpling had a peculiar taste, the soft dough almost melted in his mouth and Inge couldn't help but think that if he could eat clouds they would be something akin to the dumpling... It was so unlike the hearty, yet rather boring, food that he was used to; pleasantly light compared to the down to earth soup he often ate to keep his strength up. The paste inside had a sweet kick to it and he soon finished the treat and was pondering getting another.
However, his people watching had resulted in him spotting something much more captivating than another delectable treat. Two men were between some stalls, and in their hands were... Inge didn't know how to describe them. They looked almost like mice, with cute rounded ears and wide dark eyes. Not only did they look adorably fluffy they had also been put into dresses that resulted in Inge only just being able to suppress an 'aww'.
Eager to find out what the critters where he moved towards them through the crowd, although he was unsure of how to approach them.. What could he say without butting in or sounding rude. Perhaps he should just hang around and look at the creatures and hope that the men would strike up a conversation with him?? But then would he seem a little bit... weird? It was too late to give it much thought as he reached the pair (and it seemed they had a child with them, with grey hair and a slightly worried expression on his face). "Uh, excuse me... He began, looking slightly appologetic for interrupting whatever they'd been discussing, "what are they?" The teen pointed to the animals, indicating that he was asking about them, still worried that the men would snap at him for some reason - especially since they had appeared to be arguing, albeit seemingly playfully, before he had arrived.
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Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2009 7:24 pm
Lan watched the other for a moment, his eyes flickering behind the prop now on his face. He smiled a bit at the thought, wondering why Milo wore such things. They only hid away what was there to be noticed. A curious smile traced onto Lans lips and he turned to Milo fully for a moment, offering out his hand for the second time that day, his star tattoo glittering in the light. The glasses glittered in the fractured sunlight, and Lans grin was full fledged and teasing as always, though... there was a bit of something else there too. If one chose to look close enough. It was a good thing, he thought absently as he observed Milo again, that he said it was alright. Even though those bruises looked like the man had gone through hell in bed the previous night, it seemed like he wasn't about to mind so much. Or at least, thats what the sound in his voice made it seem like.
Watching the other a bit, Lan finally grinned and replied to protests once he had stolen the others glasses. "No you dont." he retorted, one hand on his hip, hand still outstretched. Krinn was now behind him, peaking out between the stalls. Lan imagined the kid was over his embarrassment now, and simply in the mood to find a peculiar stall to drag the two men off to. After all... You two look cute together. The tinge of red on Lans ears wasn't barely noticeable, but it was simply still there. And Lan was hell bent on ignoring it. Turning back to the others, Krinn looked from one to the other, seemingly having perked up at the mention of Milo coming with them. A sheepish, entertained smile showed on his face. "Ah, you're going to come along? That'll be fun." He said, even though there was sheepish shy tones still tracing against his words. Lan grinned at the other, who turned back on his heel, probably deciding on where to run off to next. Then he turned and retorted another comment back to Milo.
"Anyways, I like seeing your eyes clearly." Lan said, grinning at Milo for a moment. His own sky blue eyes dazzled with interest, and curiosity. He wanted to find something out about this man. What made him tick, what made him happy, what made him sad. Everything and anything. And Lan just couldn't figure out why. But he was satisfied enough to satisfy his own peculiar needs. And wants. As he was about to lean forward a bit and grab Milos hand to tug him along, he heard an exhale of breath and a new voice cutting in. "What are they?" What were what? Lan cocked a brow and noticed that the creature still clinging to Milo must have been what the other had been talking about. However, he had said they... was there another one around the - Mrewww. Lan blinked, feeling something clutching to the strands of his hair and looked up. Reaching a hand up, he felt around and came across a pair of ears, and a head. That was weird. Last time he checked, Lan didn't go around with creatures on his head. And it wasn't there a second before.... Perhaps if the guardian hadn't been so intent on stealing Milos glasses, he would have noticed the feel of something jumping onto his shoulder from Krinns pocket, and the kids look of absolute shock when he found that there had been something that had snuck into his jean pockets while he wasn't paying attention. When had this all happened? Lan tried putting two and two together, came up with ninety three, and decided to throw away the reasoning behind it all. He had a cat-like creature stuck to his head now, looking like the one on Milo, and a kid who was asking what they were.
Oh wait, there was another guy there.
Oops. Lan thought, snapping out of his daze and turning around again to stare at the newcomer. He tilted his head forward a bit, feeling a tug on his hair as the creature similar to Milos clung onto the loose gold black strands. Smiling a bit, he flickered his dangerously mischievous eyes over to Inge in a sort of curious manner. He didn't know how Milo would take the attention, and was slightly saddened that he didn't get to tease the other more, but knowing he would steal Milo away sooner or later. Turning his sky blue eyes back to Milo, he seemed to say "we'll continue with this later? dont leave yet." before switching his glance back to Inge, ignoring the silent plea that was suddenly beating in his gut. He finally had Milo spending a day with him - he sure as hell hoped the other wouldn't leave now. And the message in his eyes had been quite clear. Hopefully Milo would be able to interpret it as such. "Why hello there." Lan purred out, hiding away his thoughts of the brunette behind him, examining the other quickly. He had never seen him before. Never at the cafe, and never in town. It looked like the other was also younger then the two older men, probably in his late teens or something of the like.
The thing on his head made a noise again and tugged a bit at his hair with whatever was under the cloth surrounding its small body. Lan still had to wonder where it had come from. Looking up as if trying to stare at the top of his head, Lan blinked behind the prop glasses he was wearing. "Ah, these things...?" He mumbled, raising a hand to prod the cat creature on his head. It purred against the invading finger and snuggled against it, and Lan debated just handing it over to Krinn for snuggling purposes. "I've honestly... no idea what they are." He said, his sheepish facade showing up in front of the stranger. Then he turned his eyes over to Milo. "Would the uptight business man happen to know what these cute things are?" He asked, grinning at the other before adjusting the glasses again and turning to Inge.
Krinn had stepped in close to Lan, examining the other for a moment, something feeling a bit amiss though the dust couldn't quite place it. "Ahh... I've never seen you around before. Do you live here?" Krinn asked obliviously, blinking at the other for a moment. His modesty was still in place, along with a stain of red, but Lan had noted that Krinn was only amazingly shy around Milo - most likely because of all the things Lan had done to him in his spare time. And the prospect of all the things he would be doing to Milo in the future... hopefully. Lan sighed and opted instead for simply ruffling the kids hair once he got in range with a grin and trned to face Inge. "You're usually supposed to introduce yourself before you go prying for information." he teased the kid lightly, dodging a bat of hands to his own intruding fingers. Turning his attention back to Inge, Lan smiled dangerously. His eyes were simply glittering with mischief. "I dont believe we've ever met. My names Lan. This is Krinn." He cocked his head to the side to gesture over to Milo. Out of polite dignity he failed to mention any ***** comments as he introduced them. "That guy over there is Milo. And you are....?" Inclining his head a bit, Lan let the other look at the creature on his head, even as it shyly nestled into his hair a bit more. "Wanna pet?" He asked simply, grinning up at the other from his half bowed position. Krinn simply rolled his eyes at the gesture, thanking the gods that at least Lan had the morals that told him not to flirt with people younger then him. Or at least, younger as in Inge-younger. Especially since the young chef had no idea just how old the other was.
Oh well, all would be revealed in due time, yes? Or so Lan hoped, as he spared a glance back at Milo, wondering what the other would do.
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Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2009 7:21 am
If there was one thing Lan didn't seem to like, it was exercising moderation. Milo frowned and narrowed his eyes in the cook's direction, feeling a bit of his gang blood boil upward. He knew that Lan would notice the glasses were a fake, but had hoped desperately that he wouldn't say anything. Maybe Milo could pass them off as temporary, while his 'real' glasses were still in the repair shop. Convinced that the lie would be transparent, the brunette sighed and lolled his head in defeat. Amélie mewed happily, misunderstanding the depressed motion as a fun ride. Milo reached out to tap Lan's shoulder again, but hesitated as his attention turned to Krinn. Unable to help himself, Miles's mouth quirked up at their difference in personality. He and Lan were nothing alike. For a moment, Milo let his mind quickly wander to thoughts of how they had met. "You wouldn't believe me," Lan had told him. Now Milo debated the nature of that answer- if it was weird for Lan, it was probably otherworldly for Miles. He could think of a handful of unusual situations in which the unlikely duo could have been united, but they all seemed too storybook and unlikely. Changing the tracks on his train of thought, Milo cast a longing glance toward his glasses. It was probably futile to try reclaiming them.
The compliment made Milo instinctively look away. Even though he was pushy and annoying, Lan did have his sincere moments. Those were the times that Milo was truly interested... Through Lan's cocky, flirtatious attitude, there was something else underneath that he couldn't quite comprehend. Milo was too lost in thought to even realize the second Amélie-like creature, crawling out of Krinn's pocket and onto the cook's head. When the flash of movement atop Lan's hair finally caught his eyes, he blinked and looked to the creature on his own shoulder. She looked back, mewling curiously. Bouncing his gaze between the two creatures, Milo tried to think of an explanation through his confusion. Lan or Krinn must have won one in the Lucky Dip, he told himself. Before he could ask, another voice timidly made its way into their conversation. Milo glanced at the new arrival. He was younger; not as old as Lan, but older than Krinn. The boy looked almost apologetic (which was a duly noted and very welcome change from Lan's unforgiving attitude), making the teen gravitate toward Milo's good side. Finally a little break from the perverted cook. Lan stood in between Miles and the boy, so he sidestepped a bit to get a better look at the newcomer.
In regards to the question, Milo didn't know at all. But Lan was already answering, and his interest piqued at the way the cook was acting. He was politer, less forward than he was with Milo upon their first encounter. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that the teenager wasn't covered in cake. At the words "uptight businessman" Milo delivered a light punch to Lan's back, out of Inge's sight. Without watching for Lan's reaction, Milo smiled politely at the newcomer. "I don't know either," he admitted, "I won her in one of the games here." Then his attention was stolen again, this time by the cook. Milo glared and hissed low in his throat as Lan fiddled with his glasses. He remembered a moment later that he wasn't wearing them, and quickly averted his eyes. There was a kind of self-conscious unease that Milo felt when he wasn't wearing them; like they were a comfort that had been removed. As Krinn spoke Milo toed his shoe into the ground, wishing he was in his smoking spot, wearing his glasses, lighting up a cigarette. He hadn't intended to go to this festival in the first place. Besides that, his smoke break had been skipped in order to spend more time at the cafe- which ended up not happening anyway. "I can introduce myself, you know," he muttered dryly, nudging Lan with his elbow. At least the cook wasn't hitting on the boy- so far, at least; Milo didn't have high expectations for Lan's morals.
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