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 Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 4:57 am
Tis the season to be jolly, falalala...
Christmas wasn't something Kelevra quite understood - he wasn't old enough to grasp the idea behind the holiday despite the fact that he liked to pretend to be beyond his age. Did people really need a specific time of the year to be happy? Or exchange gifts? He was really unnecessarily spoiled, since Fai almost gave him little wrapped presents every day. The tricky part was getting the little pocky boy to understand the concept of 'exchanging' gifts.
"Why do I have to buy something? Can't I just give him something I already have?" That's what he had said to Fai when she sent him on this trip to buy presents for Kaneshiro. She had fondly ruffled his hair before sending him off on his way with a card and a phone. "What if I can't find anything?" He had asked one last time desperately before she closed the doors behind him firmly. "Make it work!" That's what she had said through the glass double doors.
He was now wandering around the mall almost aimlessly, shuffling in a crowd of holiday shoppers that darted from store to store. He knew that he stood out, as people kept glancing his way, and he felt good about it. He kept hearing murmured compliments and smiled vivaciously - forgetting completely about the present as he bathed in attention.
It wasn't long before his wandering feet took him to a bakery - perhaps his nose had unknowingly guided him there. It wasn't the same magical bakery as Hika-chan's but the treats inside looked just as intriguing. "Well, gift searching is certainly a tiring task... I don't think Fai would mind if I took a little break." Kelevra said to himself as he stepped in. What delicious sites they were - little cakes covered in glaze, frosted buns, rolls baked to golden perfection... and ah, a ginger bread house the size of his head!
"I would like a chocolate bundt cake!" The man who took his order seemed amused by the little boy's demanding words - by the way he was dressed, he must be the pampered son of some wealthy, foreign couple. Kelevra took his cake to the seats by the window of the store and looked out at the shoppers scurrying in the mall, musing, as he tried to think of a present to buy for Kaneshiro.
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 2:12 pm
Gaspard hummed cheerily to himself, hanging up his things before dusting away the flecks of flour that had somehow succeeded in reaching his clothes despite the white clothes he'd protectively worn over his usual outfit. Once satisfied that he'd dusted the flour from himself, the boy stretched his arms above his head and looked around himself. He gave a little wave to the chef, calling a farewell as he slipped from the back room of the small, mall-based bakery.
Offering a farewell to the man at the counter, Gaspard left the back area of the bakery and quietly closed the door behind him, despite the overwhelming noise of a mall filled with Christmas shoppers as it was. He paused then for a few moments, looking around himself as though trying to decide about what he would do next. His arms folded, a thoughtful look crossing his features. He didn't have to leave for home immediately. In fact, it had sounded as though Jaclyn wished he stay out longer and perhaps look around the mall or shops on the way home.
Still indecisive of his next destination, Gaspard did notice a boy who appeared to be close to his age seated nearby the glass storefront. Blinking, he drifted in the other's direction before merrily chirping a greeting... of sorts. "How's the cake?" he inquired with a tilt of his head, bright eyes blinking.
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Posted: Wed Dec 23, 2009 5:33 pm
Kelevra had noticed the other boy the moment he had stepped outside. His bright eyes took in everything Gaspard did as he stuck the spoon in his mouth, thoughtfully licking the chocolate off of its metallic surface while evaluating the little boy. There's something strange about him. He decided right away. He gave off a familiar air... and it was then that Kelevra's eyes narrowed slightly. Was this another one of them, one of the pocky boys? He had yet to meet any of his kind, but he knew of their existence. Fai has told him about some of them, the ones that came to Kaneshiro's shop to get measured.
He noticed suddenly that the boy was looking in his direction - or rather, at him. Before he had completely even registered this fact the other boy was already at his side. He quickly removed the spoon from his mouth and dropped it on the plate, a grin quickly sliding onto his face as he gazed into the other's eyes earnestly. "It was delicious -moist, spongy, and not too sweet. A treat for my palate." It was then he remembered that he was supposed to act as a child - and no child would ever speak the same way he just did.
That was the one thing Kelevra couldn't help doing - he spent almost all of his days around adults, after all, how was he supposed to speak "like his age" when he didn't know how children spoke? Maybe was a chance to find out, except it had seemed that the boy was no ordinary child either. There was only one way to find out. "Do you work here?" He asked quickly. "Did you make this, or know who did? I would love to compliment them on their handiwork. I know a very good baker myself, but Hika-chan may finally have found someone to rival him." He tried to watch carefully for a reaction, to see if the name Hika-chan would strike a cord.
After all, Hika-chan was their creator. His creator.
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 11:13 pm
Listening to the other boy speak brought the slight curl of a smile to Gaspard's lips. It brought to mind words Jaclyn spoke, advice of how a broad vocabulary filled with long and interesting words could be just as mesmerizing as the best of tricks and performances. The presentation of acts and the monologues were just as important as any other part of the show. However, this boy seemed familiar with such words. Mesmerizing him by speech didn't seem so likely, and so Gaspard thought it an unnecessary effort to attempt to do so. That's was another point to remember. Never overexert yourself, because otherwise things can just fall apart at the seams and you'll be too worn out to stop it.
Questions followed after the other's praise of his treat, and dark eyes blinked lazily as they processed the words, what they asked of him and an estimation as to how much of an answer the boy was actually expecting to get. "I work here sometimes." It wasn't quite a job, but more practice. Practice at another art, to see how he felt about it, if he were interested in learning and practicing it more. "I didn't make it, no. The head chef did." He wasn't allowed to work on those things yet... maybe he could do the initial mixing of ingredients, or watch the timer, but that was about all. Now, cookies? That was something he could handle.
Hika-chan... The name sounded familiar. Extremely familiar. Running it through his head a few times, Gaspard was reminded of another baker, one who he'd gone to meet with Jaclyn once. They'd spoken, and he remembered pieces of the conversation. He hadn't paid much attention at the time, and the conversation had mostly been between the two older individuals (not that he'd dare call either of them old). "I suppose it would depend though. What type of baked good they are making, what flavoring or ingredients are requested... Hika-chan is more versatile, I think.
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 4:12 pm
Kel was still mentally berating himself when Gaspard replied to his question - he should blame Kaneshiro for all of his tendencies to act like an adult. If the demon didn't speak so archaically, his pocky child would not sound like a 50 year old man stuck in a 5 year old's body! He lamented at his loss of innocence - how else would he fool others into thinking that he was just a naive, little boy when he spoke in such a manner? His gaze was glued to Gaspard's face as he spoke, however, and nothing on Kel's face betrayed his inner thoughts.
"I wish I could get a real job," Kelevra said a bit wistfully as he put down the fork, letting the metal clink against the fine china. "Maybe I wouldn't be so bored all of the time. Do you think maybe I could work with you sometimes? All I ever get to do is be measured and get dressed up like a doll, a play thing." Baking sounded exciting - maybe he could work some magic on his cakes like Hika-chan and make little cake-men of his own! Now, that would be a grand theme. He could then take over Gaia with them - after all, who could resist little walking piece of cake, whose aroma would constantly beckon to you to come...
And it was then he realized that they were back on Hika-chan. So Gaspard does know him then. Smiling, Kelevra decided to take chance - he was just so desperate for a playmate, poor thing. "Will you be my friend? My name's Kelevra. Hika-chan makes magical things, he made me. But my father is always so busy I never get to meet children - and my father knows nothing about raising kids." It was then that he stopped, as he realized that he may had been rambling. A slight blush touched his pale cheeks as he lowered his lashes and looked out side of the glass window. "Even though he sucks at raising me, he's been good to me. And since it's Christmas, I need to get a present for him... but I know as much about Christmas as my father about raising children... I need help." It wasn't quite a plea, but that was as far as Kelevra was getting. Would the other little boy help him? A voice whispered at the back of his mind that he probably just seemed like some random nut case to Gaspard that had been accidentally let off of his leash and wandered in. But, it was a chance to make a friend and Kel wasn't about to let it slip by.
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Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2010 5:25 pm
Listening to Kelevra continue to speak kept that small smile on Gaspard's lips. He thought it may be rude to say so aloud, but listening to the other boy amused Gaspard in a way. Such rigid speech, so formal and well-scripted. It was unusual to hear in such an informal and casual situation, and thus it seemed... more interesting than Gaspard might find it elsewhere, in a 'proper' situation for it. Like... at court, or in a religious situation, or somewhere of those sorts.
The question that was asked of him earned curious blinking as Gaspard was forced to consider it. "If your caretaker thinks it's okay, I could ask the chef..." he proposed after a few moments of thought. He wouldn't mind have someone else his age working at the shop, after all. Oh no, that wouldn't be a problem at all! At the very least, he could have more understandable conversations. Adults always spoke of such weird things, after all, and rarely were they of great interest to Gaspard. "Though being dressed up doesn't sound like it would be that bad. In moderation." Gaspard wasn't sure he could stand being dressed up day after day, even if every outfit was new and unique.
If Gaspard could read minds, he may have pointed out the flaw in Kelevra's plan. That is, the part where people may potentially eat his soldiers. After all, not everyone would be like the caretakers Hika-san seemed to so carefully pick out for his children.
The conversation between them seemed to jump from one topic to another, but Gaspard didn't mind it any. That made things feel more interesting, and less just a standard script that people followed. Hello, how do you do?, nice to meet you, good bye. "My name's Gaspard," he offered without hesitation. Now, who would give their name to someone if they thought the person was a nut case? A soft laugh escaped him though as the other spoke of Christmas and his father. Climbing up onto the table's other chair, his arms rested on the tabletop. "What sort of person is your father?"
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