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 Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2010 5:11 pm
There was just so much to do now that school was starting and being new to it all, he was wondering how he'd get it all done. Every day he'd sweep past the hallways, reading new flyers for clubs and students asking if they saw their runaway school supplies. It was a mix of trying to remember class numbers, the names of professors and fellow students, and figuring out just how to stuff as much as he could in one day. In all this hubbub, his leeches were escaping. They were finding this new environment, with its exotic smells and creatures, to be the best playground and a good many of them were leaving his room for newer waters (and bodies).
It was in the mist of debating if he needed to see the supply blob for another notebook and looking at more club flyers that he set about looking for the leeches. They had to be hungry by now, and he worried a few of them might be starving on some cold, dark corner of the school. What didn't help him was that the kelpie often took 3 or 4 leeches with him everywhere, and that he had to go everywhere to check. His search led him to a more deserted hallway of the school, crawling about on hands and knees as he looked under a water fountain to see a blob of chewing gum that was moving all its own. It blinked at him a few times. Calder blinked a few times back, then he got up and cracked his back, scratching his head as he looked about. He was still missing a few leeches. Where did they all go?
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Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2010 6:02 pm
This was bad, very bad bad. Chuppi had gotten herself lost in one of the corridors in the school, not a very difficult task when the subject wandering around rose no higher than some of the bottom lockers, and she'd misplaced her thermos along the way. Her stomach was growling to the point that the echoes and rumbles had become painful, leaving the normally happy and generally gentle chupacabra in a very fowl mood. She'd long since abandoned walking on her two legs to try and get around, a more animalistic approach of all four limbs on the ground her method of transportation now, and her usually mellow eyes were a sharp and hungry red.
Thankfully much of the student body was not in the specific wing of the school Chuppi found herself roaming in or there was a chance that several of them could have found themselves with a hungry and angry chupacabra on their hands, not to mention their necks or legs. When starving Chuppi no longer dicerened friend from foe, food from...well, non food. Anything that she could get her mouth onto became fair game and even though she might cry and having feelings of regret later, right now all she desired was something in her belly.
" . . . . . . "
There was silence and all was still for a moment as Chuppi thought she heard footsteps and perhaps a voice coming down the hall that she'd placed herself in. She could smell their blood from where she had hidden atop a locker, such an easy jump for someone so small, and her red eyes glowed in the darkness as her brain sorted out what was coming closer. It was certainly not human and very much living, with plenty of fresh blood in its system to quench her thirst, and better yet! It smelled as though it was part animal!
" . . . . . "
Chuppi's stomach rumbled again as she slunk into the dark, waiting. When whatever was coming drew close enough, she would strike.
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Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2010 6:37 pm
It wasn't National Geographic. It wasn't the movies. Calder her no commentary about the predator about to pounce on it's prey and he didn't hear the 'Da dum. Da dum. DA DUM!' the closer he got to the pint-sized predator. In fact, he had been so use to not being pounced on that he didn't even consider that he was below anyone on the food-chain or that he had to actually think of himself on the food chain. He was a kelpie. While he ate in pastures, he also partook in eating drown victims. He was a predator, and he expected he knew enough about them to be able to sense when one was near.
But he was much too occupied with that. His leeches NEEDED him, or so he thought. So far he found one, a little, slender leech named Husshi that was now suckling on his shoulder, content to have a meal from its favorite owner. Seeing as he found one, he was hopeful he'd find more, and walked slowly down the hallways, his eyes looking everywhere but up. A leech really couldn't go that far.
The hallway was sparse, meaning he didn't have to worry about anyone stepping on his wiggly friends, and he took it one step at a time, no doubt an agonizing pace for a certain carnivore, and continued down the hallway ever closer without a single care in the world. All the while his ears turned and moved about, flicking only when he heard a low grumble. He stopped by the lockers, looking about. "Tammer? Ginky? Is that you? Are you hungry?" They sure did have a loud stomach if they did, but it must have been the acoustics in the hallway.
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Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2010 7:40 pm
Chuppi's brain didn't even have a moment to respond before her body did, launching her from her hiding point and down onto the victim below. She'd let out a screech as she went, one that would surely freeze the blood of any who listened and possibly knock them unaware (or at least make them sick), so that when the entire bulk of her weight came into contact with said individual it probably wouldn't put up much of a struggle.
It was funny to see such a larger creature get taken down so easily by the sheer mass of Chuppi's body, because of how heavy she was, and the Chupacabra reared her head back as her eyes glowed a deep red. Her mouth slowly slid open to reveal rows of razor sharp fangs and a forked tongue, though the two largest fangs at the front of her mouth seemed to drip with saliva as she pulled back in preparation for a strike.
Chuppi would not be denied this meal! For too long (maybe like...an hour or so) she'd gone on being hungry, and for too long had she been reduced to eating blood from animals that had been slaughtered. She wanted something warm, she wanted something fresh.
"Gracias por la cena."
There was a hesitation as if she were waiting for her victim to fight back, or maybe it was because Chuppi's brain was trying to register whom it was that she'd landed on. Either way a pause was a pause, giving her meal a chance to either escape or recover.. . .or both, if they were any good.
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Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2010 4:59 pm
The sound echoed through the hallway and vibrated through his very marrow, causing the kelpie to jerk straight and still, ears flat against his head and tail bristling as he curled in tight. That NOISE! It was horrible, and he had the instant panic to just bolt. That was if he could run. Instead, he stood there, eyes wide and teeth gritting as an affect effect to that shrieking (his ears felt like they were trying to curl into themselves), and wanted to just throw his hands over his head and not listen to anything for a good hour.
Then he was thrown – THROWN – to the ground. A hard 'Oomph!' escaped him as he landed face first into the ground, bracing himself with his arms and smacking his chest and stomach down on the ground. Floored and feeling no better, he laid there with a hard weight on his neck and head. "OOwww." His voice was a muffled groan.
If he hadn't already been wondering about permanent hearing loss, he wondered if his earlobes were damaged when he heard someone speak – saying something in a language he did not know but a voice he felt was familiar. "Graces poor la seen ah?" He repeated, moaning as he held his head and looked over his shoulder to the attacker.
Now he wondered if he had brain damage as he spotted little Chuppi sitting on him, her teeth barred and her tongue flicking out. "Chuppi? What…what are you doing?" His eyes went a little wider. Her mouth wide and eyes red. "What's wrong?" Was she practicing pouncing and used him as practice? Was she trying out for football? Did she fall off her locker? Why was she on her locker? Did she loose something on her locker? "You're heavy for a little thing." He felt like laying on the ground some more. Ugh. Oh, wait. Maybe he could spot a leech while he was down here?
Calder looked about.
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2010 4:27 pm
It was a shame that Calder wasn't perceiving Chuppi as much of a threat, even going to far as to look around for something else, because as soon as another painful rumble echoed through the chupacabra's stomach she let out another screech at her still moving victim before she dashed forward and sunk her teeth into the muscle of his shoulder. Going for his neck would have been much easier and therefore given her more access to blood, but Chuppi's desire to eat and the frenzy her mind was currently in couldn't process thoughts like that. Instead it just made her a bit bite happy and her bites were extremely painful.
It was only after a few moments (and actually getting a little bit of blood) that Chuppi released her bite on Calder's shoulder, her whole body slowly backing off him as though she were debating another strike. The blood hadn't tasted that good even though she was so hungry, there was just something in it she didn't like, and the chupacabra rubbed at her tongue with her clawed fingers as if to rub the taste off. Quickly turning her head and moving on all fours towards the downed Calder she approached him from where he could see her, blood still running from her lips. His blood, none the less.
"A mi no me gusta. Tu tienes sangre malo."
Thankfully Calder showed limited signs of understanding Spanish so he couldn't be insulted by Chuppi calling his blood bad. In fact he should be honored, it meant she wasn't likely to ever try and feed on him again, though it also meant things were now going to be a bit awkward. Temes's stomach was far from full, she just had enough in her to wet her whistle and allow her some form of rational thought. Enough form, of course, to know what she'd just done. To a person she called her friend no less.
" . . . . I...didn't mean...well."
Oh yes. How would she explain herself out of this situation? It seemed a chance for a good excuse was not going to be presenting itself any time soon.
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2010 5:00 pm
Things went from 'owie' to – well, words that his parents would be ashamed he knew. While Calder suppressed his accent, it went into full Scottish swing as he heard the horrid, ear-tearing noise that would have made a knife to the earlobe a rather pleasant alternative. He froze, fingernails curling into the ground as he clenched every part of him. It sent a primal panic in him, but it was also so horrid that it also made him sick. He wanted to roll away to the nearest locker and slam his head inside.
As an alternative, the sharp bite to his shoulder pretty much distracted from the ringing in his ears, and it was good no teachers were around to hear what he was shouting. He jerked up, back arching down, as he looked down at his friend, the adorable little monster he met on several occasions, digging her sharp teeth into his shirt and right into the white flesh of his shoulder. Blood was already staining the new tear on his shirt, but it wasn't a gushing, needing-to-rush-to-Nurse-Cricket's-office sort of injury. While Calder as use to bites, feeing a number of leeches all the time, THIS was a bite of a whole different caliber. Was this how it was like to be eaten alive? Now he knew what all those poor, drowning, humans felt (not that he would sympathize with them if he had a empty stomach). And that was it!
When Chuppi released and entered her own strange language, what he assumed as an apology those she seemed to be curling her nose just a bit, she then went into a more broken, spotted apology in a tongue he understood. (Speaking of, her tongue had a bit of his blood on it.)
He sat up, slowly, feeling stiff and wanting a big bandaid and a kiss for his boo-boo, but manning up enough to just touch his shoulder and inspect the damage. Okay, that was going to leave a mark. "You yelled at me and bite me." He said, restating the obvious, and looking at her. He couldn't help that his tone was less than pleasant, and that he was actually cross at her. Being hit, yelled at, and then chewed on was a bit too far for Calder. "You hurt more than a hundred leech bites." He should remind himself never to complain again when his little pets got a little nippy.
Ugh, he still felt dazed. He noticed the blood on her lips, looked at his shoulder, and then back to her. "Were you trying to eat me?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2010 5:27 pm
If it were possible for Chuppi to look like a scolded dog that had just been hit on the nose by a newspaper, then her current expression could only be described as such. Her ears seemed to lower themselves on the side of her head as her whole body shrank inward and her hands clasped themselves together. She was still sitting hunched, the quills on her back clacking against the floor as they connected and parted with how her body rocked. She was doing her best not to cry, she hadn't wanted to do what she did even though it did make her stomach feel a bit better, and a faint sniffle escaped from the pudgy monster as she rubbed under her nose.
The mark of Calder's shoulder was pretty large and shaped like a small triangle made of circles, with the third point much smaller than the other two. Just looking at the injury on her friend (probably former friend now!) made her stomach ache. . . though it could have been his bad blood talking too. Hadn't she been warned not to feed off students at the school? Something about exploding? Another wave of dread ran up her spine, causing her quills to stiffen to a sharper point, and she breathed into clasped hands for a moment or two before she decided on how to respond. Chuppi couldn't tell a lie and she couldn't think of an excuse. The truth was her best friend, right?
"...I can't eat you, per say, but I...was trying to drink your blood. I've lost my Thermos and with it my food and then I got lost and. . . well. When I grow hungry I become a beast, as you know. And my yelling was to make it so you would not hurt. . . ."
Which was partly true anyway, the part about it not hurting. Being paralyzed usually took away someone's pain though Chuppi had never used her scream on another creature that wasn't an animal. She'd made G sick before and therefore tried to limit the use, but here she'd gone and taken a chunk from Calder. Such a horrible monster Chuppi had become, so petty to attack another monster!
"If it is any consolation, you can hit me or drown me. I deserve to be out of your friendship because of what I've done."
The fact that she wasn't crying yet was huge. The waterworks would start soon though as her stomach gave off another gurgle to indicate that Calder's blood really had done nothing but restore a bit of her mood. She was still hungry as all Jack's pumpkins.
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2010 6:35 pm
Now usually anyone who tried to eat him would be someone he wanted to feel bad, but Chuppi was such a sweat little thing - a teeny, tiny little thing – that he just lost heart in making her feel bad. It wasn't her fault that she was lost and hungry, and punishing her when she clearly already felt wreaked wasn't going to do her any good. So she tried to eat him, but the important thing was that he was still alive. Ever optimistic in regards to making and keep friends, he tried to decide if it was more appropriate that he made her feel just a tad bit worse a little longer, so that she learned her lesson, or moved on. Well, her sniffle decided what to do next.
Rubbing his shoulder once more, he tugged up his worn jacket a bit and winced. Who would have thought Chuppi could pack such a punch! "Your stomach grumbled in Alabaster's class too." he said, remembered her introduction (half listening as he was watching his professor's every move and annoyed sigh), and knowing she didn't do well that time either when she was hungry.
"When I grew up, I didn't have anyone. My first friends were leeches." He confessed, moving to kneel in front of her and offered the end of his scarf if she needed to blow her nose. "They liked me best because I was a hot meal, and I helped give them a sip when they needed it. Anything for a friend. Now I feed lots of leeches every week." He reached down and rolled up his sleeve, showing tiny little circles on otherwise milky-white skin where his buddies took a few chomps. Not as much blood as Chuppi, but one had to wonder about Calder's welfare with feeding his squirmy friends all the time. "I don't mind. It's just a little blood and they seem happier after. It keeps them around." Though he liked to think that they would stay even if he dried up of all his blood. He didn’t like to think about it.
Rolling down his sleeve, he reached out, being mindful of Chuppi's quills and other pointy parts, and placed her on his shoulders, before pulling an ear for her to reach. "If you need it, just ask. You can have a sip if it helps." To this, he smiled, showing her that yes, do go on, it was fine. "It's better than yelling in my ear." He shivered at the recollection. "…or tackling me. I feel as if I'm in a documentary." With a soft-spoken narrator talking about predator and prey. "I was actually looking for my leeches right now. Only found one. This is Husshi. Husshi, this is Chuppi." He showed his other shoulder to her where a little leech was latched on. It was a good thing she didn’t go for that one or else Calder would have been REALLY POED!
"How about you get by on that and we can go looking for your Thermos? I can look for my leeches too while I'm at it." He then remembered. "Oh, and don't tell my parents I swore." He would get nipped so hard! His mother had a mean bite, but now he was starting to think that Chuppi's was a little meaner.
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2010 7:05 pm
"Calder was alone too? Why?"
Chuppi found it hard to believe that such a friendly monster would ever be left alone to have only leeches as friends (what was a leech, by the way? She didn't know). Of course it was possible since people told her she was cute and friendly and she was avoided like the plague by her many siblings. . .unless it was time to practice biting; at that point in time all of the family wanted to play with her. She had plenty of scars to prove it but then again so did they - Calder too would soon bear a mark from her that he could never be rid of.
"My....um. About Dr. Alabaster, he is much like you in terms of....well. I suppose I am saying his blood would be edible to me too. He smells very good and I like that, just like you smell very good. Not you personally, but your blood. Sometimes I can smell blood."
All chupacabras could, or so Chuppi liked to believe. It was how they knew what prey to eat, how to avoid the sickly from the healthy when working in the dark. Sick animals tasted bad and gave a stomachache to whomever ate them. Healthy animals tasted great and left people feeling super pleasant when the meal was over. Chuppi sadly was not that picky and would eat healthy and ill all the same. She had a cast iron stomach after all.
"You should be careful about using those leeches-things for your blood. They can make it so it's too thin and theeee-----!!!!
The little monster was suddenly lifted off her feet, prompting her to shriek softly, but her terror quickly vanished when she was placed on Calder's shoulders. Instantly her hands attached to his head, the pointy tips of her fingers digging into his scalp, and the whole weight of her being pressed against his head as though she were terrified of falling. No one, no one had ever given her a shoulder ride before. Her heart was pounding in her chest to the point where Chuppi was certain Calder could hear it, though she calmed down when he offered her one of his lovely ears to munch on. He also showed her a leech, but the ear offering was what mattered most. They were going to look for her Thermos together, and she nodded so happily to have assistance.
"....te quiere, Calder. And I won't tell your parents, don't worry. I don't even know them."
I love you (like a friend).
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Posted: Fri Oct 15, 2010 7:59 pm
Calder didn’t give pony rides. No. Only tamed horses gave pony rides. He was a kelpie and as such, he was given kelpie assistance to a friend who needed it. Kelpie Aid. He couldn't very well leave his friend to starve and attack someone else, and being on her own, she was more on the lookout for fresh food sources than being in the mindset to find a thermos. This was the top priority and unlike Chuppi, who needed blood now, Calder knew his leeches would be fine on their own.
Being inexperienced with giving someone a ride, he had to say that it was all very new and painful. First off was the fact that Chuppi, despite her size, was HEAVY! For someone who drank liquids all day, she was very dense and he felt a strain on his shoulders. At least he was built for carrying heavy loads, but he knew he would he messaging his shoulders after this. "Chuppi.." he groaned, looking up at her. "…how are you so heavy?" It was a mystery he wasn't afraid to ask. Managing, he started to move, not at all liking the chupacabra's sharp nails digging into his scalp. With all the aches and pains he was sustaining now, he was going to take a nap after all of this and not move for the rest of the day. He doubted these were things that needed Nurse Cricket's attention, but he would at least need some rest.
On their way, his mood was greatly improved by Chuppi's comparison to the only and only professor that Calder set his eyes on. "I smell like Alabater? Oh, we must have the same blood. Even to our core, we're alike." This would be another piece of information that would be written up as why he and his beloved were meant to be. Same blood. Their very life force flowed and smelled in the same fashion. Even biology was in favor of them being together. He sighed loudly, smiling. "I bet Alabaster's blood smells sweeter."
In a romantic fog, he looked about for the Thermos that he had so frequently seen in Chuppi's clutches. "I was alone because no one else lived near me. I don't have siblings. It was just my parents and I." It was more and more apparent that his childhood alone was seen as a bizarre and even sad thing among students he told. It..was, but he didn't like to think about it. "You said you were alone too? Why?" One probing question deserved another after all.
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Posted: Sun Oct 17, 2010 7:57 pm
Was Calder calling Chuppi...fat? The Chupacabra had lessened her nail-drip on Calder's head as the moved around, though she thought about digging her fingers back into his skull the moment he asked her why she was so heavy. Weight wasn't exactly a super touchy subject with the rather pudgy little monster, but it wasn't something she liked having brought up either. It was always hard to explain to a non-chupacabra the basic build of her kind without being able to show them, though the skull pin that she wore on her head and in her 'hair' prevented her from changing and showing everyone. Chupacabras were small in terms of height, but based on mass she closer resembled what people called a grizzly bear - meaning what they lacked in size they made up for in sheer volume. If Calder were to see Chuppi, as in her Temes self, he would know the answer to his question.
"I am heavier than you though, I think. I probably would have an easier time carrying you around because you are likely about half my weight."
Chuppi had taken to biting on Calder's ear as they went as well, though she was careful to only use one tooth and to barely poke the surface. At most the Kelpie would retain nothing but a scratch and this way it was almost painless. The little monster could figure things out quickly enough that she learned before time was over, though one couldn't call her exactly book smart. Oh well.
"Um, no you're not the same as Dr. Alabaster though. You guys do smell similar but it's probably because you are both horses? Most livestock smells the same to me, but you smell younger than he does. He is kind of moldy? Is that the right word?"
Chuppi thought hard on it, and then moved along.
"I was alone because I am a runt, and therefore am smaller. My parents only talked to me when needed, my siblings would bite me and carry me around in their jaws. I went hungry a lot at meal time, which is probably why I am so vicious to eat."
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Posted: Wed Oct 20, 2010 2:14 pm
Calder grunted. "You don't FEEL like half my weight." He shifted her on his shoulders just a bit, deciding to pluck the leech from his shoulder and put it into his pocket instead. It was done feeding anyways.
Getting a work out, he started to feel like livestock, but didn't like being told he smelled like one. His ears went back at that similarity, but he was even more put off that someone called his hubby-darlingmoldy! "Alabaster isn't moldy! I haven't seen a lick of discolored fuzz on him and he smells nothing but sweet." Well, as far as he could smell when he leaned in and whiffed the smell after Alabaster passed. Was it just his natural smell, shampoo, or some mysterious, rugged cologne he wore? He didn't know, but it was NOT moldy!
"It's the smell of maturity, Chuppi." He said, shaking his head as if she should clearly know this.
Dearest defended, he continued looking about for a familiar red thermos, looking for anywhere it might have been kicked or rolled. "Your parents don't sound that great, and your siblings sound mean. Who would carry you in their mouth? They must have strong jaws." Again, Chuppi was heavy. He hated to think that SHE was a runt when she was heavy enough. "Well, there are no siblings here to steal your food. I guess you'd have to worry about the other monsters, but not me. I like flesh more."
He continued walking. "At least with siblings, you weren't alone. That must have been nice, right?" He was an only child after all, and never had the opportunity to have a brother or sister. His parents had decided not to go to the pumpkin patch after they had him. Their family was small after all and just made ends meet (or meat in this case). They were far from the royalty of the demonic high class.
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Posted: Fri Oct 22, 2010 1:05 pm
"I'm not meant to look as heavy as I am, I think. We are made of muscle too more than lots of fat, but I am fat. I like to eat, I am fat."
The monster sounded so sad to admit such things, at least the bit about her liking to eat so much. Her parents had told her before to keep her love of food and nervous eating a secret, but maybe just little hints never hurt anyone? Surely no one here could grasp just how much she loved to eat. moving the point to her consuming easily four or five gallons of blood. . . .every three or so hours. She easily could drink her own weight in a single day if she was able to catch and obtain that much and, thanks to the endless slaughter of students and their mini-pets, she was.
"And I'm sorry! Was...moldy the wrong word? I use moldy with aged, I'm sorry. Lo siento, I'm sorry."
There was a hiccup from the chupacabra atop Calder's shoulders and her grip on him relaxed. There was a rough push as well followed by her weight altogether departing from him, even though he was still walking and talking to her. The monster landed with a rough thud on the ground, having landed on her hips, and she pulled herself quickly up to her feet. Dusting herself off and rubbing the sore spot on her body, contact with anything hurt when you weighed as much as she did, Chuppi raised her hands up and gingerly rubbed her eyes.
"I didn't mean to offend you. I'm very sorry."
She'd ignored the questions he'd asked afterwards, or else she didn't hear it. After rubbing her eyes a few times and lowered her hands down to about her waist, interlocking her fingers as she stared up at the larger monster. Why did she keep making him unhappy? Eventually he wouldn't want to be her friend anymore and it was all because of her actions.
"I am not good with others, even my brothers and sisters said so. I am not used to talking, I can't find the right words in English."
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Posted: Sun Oct 24, 2010 9:36 am
This was turning out horribly. He was trying to be of help to the little monster and make friends, but all he wound up doing was making her severally depressed and self-conscious about her heaviness. While he tried to engage her in talking about other things, it seemed he was only creating a bigger problem, and she soon left his shoulders and was rubbing her eyes. This was not something he could handle. If she started to cry, he would be completely helpless as to what to do. Optimistic. Optimistic.
Awkward, he looked about, twisting his hands together as he tried to think of something. "No. No. Don't cry. I didn't mean it. You're actually light. Super skinny. I could juggle you without any problem. I'm just…I'm just lazy. That's it. You could put a feather on my shoulders and I'd complain. I'm a bad kelpie. Bad kelpie. It's not you." Oh, she was still looking as if her eyes were going to flood any minute now!
Where was that Thermos?!!!
"Your English is just fine! Great even. I should be taking pointers. No need to be sorry. You're real good with others. I see you with lot of people all the time. That means something. I'm sure you're really popular and popular people are good with people? See. You're good with people. Your brothers and sisters don't know that because they were too busy chewing on you." Oh, he was doing such a horrid job.
Kneeling, he looked at Chuppi, and frowned. "Ohh. Don't cry. We'll find your Thermos and you'll be right as rain. You can go on my shoulders again. I won't say a word. Please?"
She didn't look at all excited. "Come now, Chuppi. Happy. Happy." He leaned over and tried to push one corner of his lips into a smile.
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