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 Posted: Mon May 01, 2006 8:06 pm
Kian was puttering about by himself, settled in front of the living room of his new house. It was large and fluffy and quite comfortable... There were colors. So many colors. They entranced the little alien fully with their vibrant shades and hues.
His fingers, red tipped and dark black against a blue carpet, skimmed carefully over a set of colorful, plastic building blocks. They were laid out in a line on the rug, and he was simply staring.
They were beautiful.
After so many years of only gray, only a vague green, only the whites and blacks, those blocks were beautiful.
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2006 8:13 pm
Rothe was currently sitting across the room, staring at the dark skinned 'brother' he had aquired. And the blocks that he was playing with. They were shiny.
So very shiny. And Rothe? He enjoyed shiny things. He enjoyed anything, really, so long as he could call it his own.
Crawling his way over to Kian, he poked at the blocks. The action scattered several from the line and he grinned, picking one up and holding onto it. Green eyes stared at his brother, and he simply smiled, sending a look that said 'Mine'.
Oh yes, Rothe was possessive. He'd staked his claim on Mordread already.
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2006 8:17 pm
Kians eyes went wide. Those were HIS, forest-be-damned! Those were HIS blocks - Patrick had purchased them for HIM! The dark skinned child peeled back his colored lips and hissed in a reptilian fashion to the other child.
His hand jerked out to smack that block out of Rothes hand, flat ears squishing themselves closer to his skull. When the block tumbled a bit, Kian hissed once more, bearing his little fanged teeth.
NOT his! They were Kians!
Kians other hand grabbed at the blue block, shifting to hold it as threateningly high above his head as he could towards the other baby, thick tail lashing back and forth on the carpet.
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2006 8:27 pm
Rothe's green eyes narrowed. Oh NO he did NOT just HISS at him! Rothe growled low in his throat and grabbed another block. This time, he clung to it and kept it close to his chest.
His brother totally would NOT dominate him. HE was the one in charge in this damned place, not some dark skinned red fingered three eyed freak.
Oh if only he had his whip!
Now that he had one of the shiny blocks, Rothe turned his back and crawled, rather quickly, away to the couch. Ha!
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2006 8:29 pm
This time Kian didn't hiss - he growled. Deep in his throat, behind his chest, the little warrior growled. Pushing himself to his hands and knees, he crawled after him, using two of the blocks as little slidy-things... It made him move faster, although not quite as quickly as the other child.
That's what Patrick saw... Kian and Rothe playing a little game of tag. One pierced eyebrow arched, head tilting to the side curiously. "....so..you kids really like blocks, huh?"
Hiiiiisssssssss
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2006 8:34 pm
Rothe turned to peep out at Kian with a smirk that simply said "Hahaha b***h" and clung tightly to the bright little block.
When Patrick's voice was heard, his green eyes turned to his other father and he smiled charmingly, sticking one hand in his mouth to gnaw on it as the other one was currently occupied.
Kian couldn't take his block when PATRICK was there!
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2006 8:38 pm
Kian snarled in silence at his adopted brother, only to be silenced when both of them were scooped up the pierced man he would call father. Fingers and hands clung to Patricks shirt, third eye narrowed in on his adopted brother.
"Either of you brats hungry?"
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2006 8:40 pm
Rothe giggled charmingly and continued to cling to his block, one slobbery hand reaching out to grab one of patrick's piercings and stroking it. He seemed to know enough not to PULL. Since, you know, the guy was going to feed him and whatnot.
Food was good. Angry-screaming-writhing-in-pain-black-man? That hurt his ears.
His stupid, sensitive ears.
It wasn't even as if he cared if he hurt him. It was more the fact he wouldn't get food. And he'd have his ears hurt.
He nodded affirmatively. Food was good.
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2006 8:44 pm
((Seriously. Dude. ******** sociopath. XDDD))
Patrick flinched a little and leaned down to n** at Rothes fingers. "No touching the piercings, kiddlet. Piercings are for decoration and you have drool on your hands. Alien slobber is not good for humanoids like m'self you see."
Kian sneered at Rothe, reptiliane tail lashing out to smack the other on his leg or bottom or any other avaliable flesh that Patrick might not see. Food was good, though.
The dark man moved to the kitchen where a great assortment of high-chairs were. He hummed under his breath, putting each kid in a seperate high chair and shifting to the fridge.
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2006 8:47 pm
Properly scolded, Rothe frowned. He liked the shiny piercings! In fact, that wasn't going to stop him! The little boy reached up and stroked the piercings once more before shoving his hand back into his mouth.
Until he was hit.
Screeching at the tap from the tail, Rothe simply GLARED at his brother. Nobody hit HIM. He was the one that hit others! The NERVE!
When they were properly placed in the high chairs, he threw his precious, shiny block at his brother's head. He wasn't exactly STRONG persay, but the block sailed true towards the dark boy.
It was up to physics if the block conked him or not.
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2006 8:55 pm
Oh, the block hit. Luckily (for Kian, anyway), his third eye had caught the quick movement and squeezed shut to prevent any gouging. Arms shot up and the block hurled bounced off of his arms and a bit of his forehead.
He shrieked at the indignancies, however, whirling back and throwing his own block right back at the ex-slaver, little legs kicking at the high chair.
Patrick jumped at the racket, whirling around with two bottles of baby food in his hands. "What the ******** are you two doing?!"
"GAAAAAHY!"
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2006 9:00 pm
Rothe, not liking being hit, screeched like a banshee. And had Mordread actually been around, he would have come running. Unfortunately for Patrick, Mordread had gone off for the day with the other children and left him with two very insane children.
Rothe's green eyes were welling up with tears, and his fists were currently banging upon the high chair's tray.
"GEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2006 9:04 pm
"GEEEE!" He shrieked right back, hissing and waving his tail harder, curling his hands into fists. Those fists slammed against the high chair tray top, shrilling his voice louder.
Patrick winced, poured the food into little bowls and put them onto the tray. "Eat! EAT AND BE SILENT!"
Not a good idea. Kian eyed the food and, with one eye still on Rothe, scooped up the mushy food in his paw. That, too, was thrown harshly to his brother.
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2006 9:11 pm
Rothe's screeching stopped as the slop was thrown at him and hit his face. Shock. Pure and utter SHOCK. HIS BEAUTIFUL FACE! HIS. His his his! And this wasn't a case of his possessiveness, it really WAS his.
His tiny hand dipped into his bowl, took a BIGGER handful, and threw it straight at his brother in retaliation.
The nerve! Another fistful was taken and was thrown - however, this time, he missed his mark and threw it at Patrick instead.
Bad. Idea.
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2006 9:19 pm
Very bad idea. Once that sploosh hit him, the dark man froze, snarling quietly under his breath once more, twisting further to face the others with a growl. "That's IT kiddies."
His hand grabbed at the bowls and flipping them over onto each childs head so the food dripped onto their head. "Eat it or starve, brats."
Kian stared through his baby-food gunked lashes, nose wrinkling a wee bit. Whinewhine. "...gee?"
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