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 Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2015 8:53 am
"Daddy. I mean it. Please be nice. Joseph is rediuously gorgeous and I'd like to bring him home to meet Quenton so they can talk motorcycles or something sometime without you freaking out over anyone with testosterone entering the house with me." Or worse, coming Kells to intimidate poor Joseph. Emily had spent a few days with Joseph initially after classes, chatting up the young man, or generally hanging around with him doing absolutely nothing but work on homework and discuss daily life, but it was nice and somewhat soothing, and he was rather good company, earning enough trust for her to feel fine riding with him a couple times (even if it meant avoiding sad puppy cousin staring until she explained thoroughly). Today was 'Meet the friend' day partly to avoid trouble and partly because Joseph had asked her to dinner later on in the day, and her aunt had insisted the boy needed to meet at least Albert, lest she give the poor man a heart attack - so Emily managed to wrangle lunch at a bakery out of Joseph and then convinced Albert, had put on a dress and flats (the horror of horrors to all surely) and was now leading her daddy to the bakery arm in arm, humming contentedly. "Joseph's nice anyway, and Quenton might like talking to him. Or Flynn." She crooned hapily. "And ridiculously gorgeous Daddy. Like you have no idea. He might make Uncle Tom see rainbows." Admittedly, her uncle was likely just as inclined to simply appreciate aesthetic value, but Emily? Was entirely smitten, and entirely clueless of her own emotions. Sighting Joseph though, Emily waved with her free arm, chirping. "JOSEPH! Hey! I brought Daddy along before Aunt Emily threw a fit this time!" Family.
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Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2015 12:15 pm
"No," Albert said immediately, glowering at his baby girl. "No, no, no no no no no no no. I am not being nice, I am not going to get along with this young man, and I am most certainly not going to let him steal my baby away!" Albert was less than pleased to find out his daughter had been sneaking dates right under his nose, let alone with a boy he had never met - a boy who had a motorcycle! The boys that lived in the house were bad enough, why did Wren have to find one that sounded just as awful as they could be?!? Dressed up in his most intimidating suit-and-fedora combo, Albert looked anything but the cuddly, kitten-sweater wearing ball of ridiculous he tended to lounge around in. No, he was a protective father and he was going to show it. "I will not play nice! I am going to pin him against the wall and find out what exactly he has done and intends to do with you and if I don't like the answer? Nobody will be happy." Speaking of Joseph, he was expecting something along the lines of Albert - Emily was amazing but she could be a little... over-the-top if she got upset, and he had put two and two together and guessed that it came from the man who she was pulling along with her. The brunet was clearly aiming to scare whatever person had tried to woo his little girl - too bad for him Joseph didn't scare easily. "Yo, Emily," he said, waving to her and offering only a nod to the puffed up, defensive parent at her side. "So this is your old man, huh? Good to meet you, sir." Old?!? Old?!? It was all Albert could do to hold in an indignant squawk. Colloquialism or no, he was nobody's old anything! HOW DARE THIS LITTLE UPSTART IMPLY HE WAS ELDERLY AND HAD ONE FOOT IN THE GRAVE?!? Fortunately, he managed to keep his outward reaction to only a twitch. "...Yes." NovaCracker I AM SO SORRY YOU KNOW I DON'T CONTROL ALBERT AT AAAAAAALL. Orangeish Sherbert I hope you're prepared for the sheer levels of silly this is sure to hit~
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2015 7:57 am
Julienne sometimes found herself becoming a very nosy cat nowadays…very nosy indeed. Where there was people, there was obviously food..and where there was food, there was a happy Julienne. She heard voices, and therefore began to imagine a whole group of people, perhaps a picnic..full of people hoping to feed a poor, hungry cat. Not that she even really felt hungry right now. She had been over at Millie’s earlier in the day and had enjoyed a fine meal from her…but still.
She always wanted more food, that was for sure.
As the Siberian made her way over to where the voices were coming from, she paused, feeling a sort of tingle coming from the group. Clearly that could mean only one thing…there was an unawakened senshi there…so clearly that meant she had to go and see them. It was her duty.
She blinked when the trio got into view. Well, here went nothing.
Julienne gently made her way over, going right for the girl, since it always seemed to be girls who were the ones to become senshi’s…so clearly the feeling had to be coming from her…
But she was slightly hesitant…for what if one of the other two were part of the Negaverse? That could end badly. Very badly indeed…but…
She wound her way around Emily’s legs, Meowing as endearingly as possible. Maybe if she could get the girl to take her home…
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2015 8:13 am
Emily gave Albert a cross look, leaning to whisper in his ear. "I swear to God Daddy, if you turn into Kells to hit him, I'm not speaking to you for a week and I'll tell Uncle Tom." Emily hissed in a soft warning. She smiled, leaning and kissing Joseph's cheek lightly. "Old wouldn't be the right word Joe." Emily reminded gently. "Old is Uncle Tom. Dad's the younger, upstart brother." She grinned, trying to make peace before-- KITTY! And Emily stooped, scooping Julienne up in her arms and began to cradle her. Oh, gosh, what a lovely kitty! "Well hello lovely, are you lost?" Emily asked, tone becoming soft and soothing. Was this poor kitty in need of cuddling? Comfort? LOOK DADDY KITTY. LOOK JO- Well, maybe he might not like cats. One of her friends told her some men disliked cats. For now, she nuzzled the top of Julienne's head, wondering also if this was a talking kitty. There were a lot of talking kitties lately, and she wasn't sure if this one was one of those. Instead, she raised a brow to Albert - did he know? If so, if he PLAYED NICE she could see what was wrong and let him know if Kells was needed, it was JUST LUNCH DAD. And Dinner late. At Hubert's. Redbud-Tree She's behaving because her Daddy can not. Orangeish Sherbert JULIENNE HAS MORE THAN TWO SENSHI TO AWAKEN SHE HAS ONE TO CUDDLE HER TO PIECES and who would spoil her rotten.
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2015 11:19 am
Albert looked affronted at his daughter's accusation - despite the fact that he had been (not seriously, noooo!) considering doing just that. Because how dare that boy imply even for a second that he was - that he was - old. Old like a dried up raisin, old like moldy bread! HE WASN'T OLD! "Fine, fine," Joseph said, and tried very hard not to laugh. So this was Emily's dad? Well, he could see where the theatricality she was prone to came from - although it looked like someone had turned it up to eleven in her father's case. "No more accidental insults, I swear," he said, and smiled at the girl briefly. And then - oh, hey, a cat! "Well hey there, little lady," he greeted the cat, and seeing how affectionate she was he saw no problem with giving her some gentle ear-scratches of his own. "A pretty girl like you shouldn't be out on your own, fluff. You missing your person?" Yeah, no need to worry about this one disliking cats, Emily Wren. He practically was a giant cat himself! Albert, on the other hand, was less in awe at the cat (even if she was rather fluffy and of the adorable sort of feline) and more suspicious. His daughter kept attracting cats of the talking sort, after all (apparently - he had yet to meet any speaking cats himself!), and if this was one of those, was she going to do something with or to his baby? ... Well, what could a cat do though? Certainly not what a terrible insulting boy would do.
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