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 Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2009 5:49 am
The weather was not consistent by any means today and the anticipation of the rolling storm clouds was driving Sam up the wall. Large thunderheads appeared even a deeper blue given the current bright, heat-blasting, yellow sunshine pouring desperate rays in the storms head. And man, was it hot. The owl boy sat upon a bench resting against the aged storefront as he dug his hand into his candy bag searching for a gummy worm, the edges of the bag warm and sticky in that oily way only sugared candies can feel. Lucas was posed next to him, looking all educated and fatherly at once as he sifted through his summer student’s history papers, glasses hanging low on his nose until a dog barking down the small Ville’s street startled him until the dropped on the ground, right next to Sam’s discarded flip flops.
“Samuel,” the Hiccup cringed at the sound of his father’s reprimanding voice. “Put your shoes back on.”
Sam made a face around the gummy worm currently sticking out of his lips as he looked at the offending plastic footwear. Clawed toes wiggled as Lucas reached down to retrieve his eyeglasses as Sammy considered his argument. He didn’t like shoes yet everywhere they went, his Dad always insisted on wearing them. The boy merely winkled his nose as he swallowed the gummy treat whole and looked up pleadingly at his father.
“But they pinch my feathers.” Sammy explained as he pulled his feet underneath him, fingers stroking down the soft downy feathers covering the tops of his feet and ankles. His wings gave a small twitch against the worn wood for emphasis. To this Lucas could only sigh as he bent down and picked up the discarded sandals and placed them in his workbag. “For now you can remain bare foot but when we pick up Scout you have to put them on.”
Sam gave a dejected sigh but was still content that at least for now he didn’t have to wear the shoes and continued to nibble at another gummy. Recently purchased from within the general store. He looked down at his small brown bag of sweets and look back at Lucas with a grin, freckles smooshing in places as large dimples pressed themselves in his cheeks. “Thank you, Dad for the gummies.”
He considered the bag again before pulling out a brain shaped gummy and holding it out to the man. “Would you like a gummy?”
“Sammy, that one’s gross,” Lucas chuckled as he brought a hand up to protect his papers from the candy’s oily surface. “It’s shaped like a brain.”
“It makes you smar-” Sammy pressed on but was cut short by the treat slipping from his grasp unto the ground. “Oops.”
“See. Even it realized that its existence was gross and saved me from my fate.” Lucas joked ruffling the boy’s speckled hair.
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Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2009 6:51 am
It was odd being reminded that he was now, in fact, a father. Cylar had been raised to expect that yes, at some point he would have children -- had been told offhandedly that it was time to have children -- had been anticipating children in the near future, but never did he expect a child to form from a lizard. Or flames. Or a flaming lizard, and not the good kind of flaming, either. The very, very bad, third-degree kind of flaming.
He also didn't expect the small, red-haired lizard girl to spring from his arms and scamper towards a small group situated in front of the storefront. Zipping eagerly across the cement, Imogen whisked easily out of Cylar's reach before skidding to a halt and somersaulting to a stop in front of the store window, somehow managing to grasp the brain-gummy in her hands along the way. She pushed the sweet into her mouth, yumming it with her tongue thoughtfully before smiling broadly at the two men and wiggling her tail. Cylar palmed at his face gently, moving at a jog towards the scene the Hiccup had made.
"Imogen-- you shouldn't eat food from the ground, it's unhygienic." He nudged the girl gently with his foot, crossing his arms over his chest and inwardly willing himself to compose his thoughts; he looked up (and then down) at the father and son, curious and inimically feeling a sense of kinship towards the older man due to the appearance of his son and, similarly, his daughter. His daughter?
"Sorry about Imogen," he mumbled, gesturing to the Hiccup who was now somersaulting quite happily in a circle. "She's a little, er, fiery."
Opening a conversation with a pun, minus two points.
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Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2009 7:31 am
Sam gave a small squeak as a streak of red and twilight blue zipped nearly under his feet. He watched the other Hiccup in a sort of awe, leaving another gummy worm hanging from his mouth as he observed. She just ate off the ground, which Sam considered, was a trait that Scout would consider essential. He was not to partial to the concept, preferring his food to be clean and uncontaminated with all things that were gross but at the same time Scout did it which made it awesome and herein lies the moment that Sam began to idolize the flaming child before him like no other. This made him release another ample dimpled grin, wings stretching out and toes curling together as he squished his paper bag in his clenched hands.
Lucas on the other hand chuckled as he moved his papers from his lap.
“You know, I have a daughter who’d do the same thing.” He stood from his seat and raised his hand to Cylar with an easy grin. “My name’s Lucas Abshire and this is Sammy.”
Sam cringed once more at the use of his nickname. He really did not like the baby name; he shot his dad a quiet glare before muttering. “It’s Sam.”
He turned his attention back to the flaming girl who he can now see is more of a lizard and less like a girl. Her eyes were different. They were all black and a bit beady. He bit his lower lip and looked down to her wiggling tail. Which was. On. Fire. If that wasn’t Scout’s definition of cool he didn’t know what was. He gave her a huge grin again and kicked his feet a little in a shy manner.
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Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2009 8:35 am
Cylar extended his hand politely and smiled. "Cylar, and that's some-what of a relief. And hello Sam, it's nice to meet you."
Imogen found herself weirdly, weirdly content somersaulting in circles, but paused curiously at Sam's correction of his name; jarring to a sudden halt, she gave the boy a mildly drunk, barely-concealed look of excitement before flipping forward from her back and onto her feet. Although she had no irises per say, it was obvious that the girl was overtly, if not obnoxiously looking Sam up and down. Her long neck craned up and down and every so often the reflection against her eyes would shift, her gaze moving over every inch of him.
This boy had strange feet. This boy had yellow eyes and strange feet. This boy had yellow eyes and strange feet and feathers. This boy was like some amazing-crazy-bird-man of awesome. Without warning, Imogen threw her hands into the air and let out an air-siren woop before waving her body obscurely from side to side. "HELLO SAM MY NAME IS IMOGEN AND I LIKED YOUR FLOOR GUMMY."
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Posted: Sun Jul 12, 2009 5:48 am
Lucas gave a grin at the younger man asking mundane activities like the weather and if he was at all tentative of the storm rolling in. He was a professor, he made his life about talking about things. And honestly Sammy couldn't care at the moment because there was the lizard girl who was on fire, and eating his gummies off the floor.
Sam gave a small tentative wave to the older man, sheepish grin befalling his face with dimples making it all the more honest as he was very happy Cylar called him 'Sam' not 'Sammy'. However, adult time was for adults he looked to his dad for some sort of permission, Lucas categorizing it as a trait definitely taken from Scout, before a small nod sent him off the wooden bench and onto the dusty ground. His tail feathers fanned out, adjusting themselves to the new weight of his clothing and his wings gave a small shudder before extending and retracting tightly against his back before turning his attention back to the other girl. Who was. On. Fire.
Sam's clawed toes curled into the plastic of his flip flops, not really liking the many once overs the other girl was giving him. It was oddly intimidating. And now he really wished Mason was here to point out that he was being stupid and to just be brave but apparently there was a time limit to how long he could spend his time in a realm before he had to reenact an event. Something about pleasing ghost hunters or something. The fake kind... He said not to worry so he wouldn't.
"Imoo-gin?" Sam tested, wings itching again as the girl was still moving oddly. he looked down to his bag and reached in holding out a gummy brain for her to take. "They're better when they're not from the floor."
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Posted: Sun Jul 12, 2009 6:33 am
Cylar smiled back, easing his previously rigid stance into one of companionable inertia. Being a musician, if only self-proclaimed, he found carrying on a conversation an effortless and manageable task -- he occasionally even enjoyed it.
Imogen watched as Sam toed uncomfortably at his shoes, her lip pulling upwards thoughtfully. It baffled her as to why he was even wearing shoes to begin with. She didn't have to, so technically speaking, he didn't have to either -- it was an unwritten rule; a rule that was about to be enforced. "You should take off. I'm cool and not wear feets, so you too?" She had crouched down to pull at his shoes, her tongue lolling in and out of her mouth, when the boy had offered her another piece of gummy. To say the child had the attention span of squirrel on lysergic acid diethylamide was an understatement; at the proffering, Imogen had slapped her hands to her mouth and fallen backwards with a face-splitting grin of delirium. She wiggled gleefully on her back, her hands cupping over her chest and her fingers wiggling.
"I like you lots," she chirped, fingers still wiggling. "Your gummy is yommy, feets are not."
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