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 Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2006 5:29 pm
"Come here," said Paxton's ever annoyed mother, Naito. With a lick of her thumb, she reached over and began to wipe away a smudge of dirt on her son’s cheek. He had been out climbing over hedges and rolling around in the muck before she had snatched him away from his outdoor paradise, shoved him in the shower, and driven him here, to the Zepke residence.
The lovebird wearily sighed, not quite happy about his mothers fuss and mess to preen and groom him. "Why couldn't you just leave me at home?" He questioned for the 99th time that day. "...Because," began his mother, " like I said, mommy doesn't feel safe with you being alone, with all the weirdoes around." Not that Keanu or any of his other house guests could be called "weirdoes".
Truth be told, Naito was bitter at Raja. He, once again, had forced her into visit one of those dreaded and god awful psychological doctors that she hated so much, but he thought was necessary for her to visit. Out of spite she had refused to let Paxton stay at home and play with Keanu while Raja took her for her visit. "Besides, this place is much nicer, I've heard ...erm, wonderful things about Ms. Zepke and her son from Raja. I bet she's a fabulous baby sitter." An eye twitched slightly as she said this but continued on as if nothing had happened and rang the doorbell.
All it took was a sliver of the door to be opened and Naito was off running towards the car. "I really appreciate this..." she shouted over her shoulder to whom ever answered, "well have to do tea or some crap like that later as a thank you--kaybyebye...behave Paxton!" In a whirlwind she was off, leaving the confused lovebird standing blankly in front of the open door. Paxton looked up into the eyes of the one whom was letting him in. "H-hiiiii."
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Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2006 6:24 pm
Bree blinked as something echoed through the house.. At the moment, the couch was overturned with Simon and herself on the other side of it. She was stradling the boy, pinning him down and trying to get some words through his thick skull. In return he was glaring stubbronly at her, teeth clenched... Though not strugling too much, it would have oly made her keep him there longer... and he knew that.
"You're damn lucky..." she hissed, slowly letting go of him and getting up.
"Watch your mouth..." he mocked her own words that constantly came his way whenever he took to sayign a cussword or two...
Bree stiffened, snarling a bit "Simon Jekel Zepke, this is NOT over." with that, she turned on a heel, giving a tiny fuss to her hair and clothes to get rid of the evidence of battle, then opening the door. Her ears perked as she watched some woman drive off as fast as possible... Then moved her gaze to the child she'd been left with. Rushing off like that reminded her far too much of what she'd do with Simon... Still, some fruity looking bird child couldn't be too much trouble, atleast thats what she assumed as she raised a brow at the pre-teen. "Hi..." Still slightly miffed from Simon she turned tail, heading back inside. "C'mon..." she muttered, moving back into the living room.
Simon, had wisely taken his leave to hide in his room, leaving the mess behind... Hoping that Bree might settle down some before he returned. Last thing he wanted to do was lose that trip to the beach next weekend...
Bree sighed, kneeling down next to the couch to hoist it back to it's rightful position with a loud thud. With that taken care of, she turned back to the boy with a fairly fake smile.. "Well. So... You hungry or something?" Why exactly did someone so old need a babysitter? She wouldn't leave Simon alone.. but that's because he might go kill someone or something of the sort.
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Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2006 6:54 pm
Paxton starred nervously at Bree. He was half hoping that it would have been Bree's son whom answered the door...but then again he wasn't one to show disappointment. "Thank you," Paxton said with as much sincerity in his voice that he could muster. He was nervous, he didn't like this. Meeting people at the mall or outside was fine, but here, well, he felt as if he were intruding upon Ms. Zepke and her household.
The stepped through the entrance door, shutting it behind him. Here, he paused a few moments to fiddle with his clothes. With a sharp tug he pulled down his black shorts which had seemed to slip up his middle a bit. With a curious eye Paxton watched as Bree wandered down the hallway.
Paxton hadn't met many parents before, but all the ones he had met were rather peculiar. Bree didn't seem that odd though, sure she had ears and a tail...but who didn't these days, eh? Actually Ms. Zepke was a rather pretty woman. She seemed to have a rather special charm about her, even if she currently seemed irritated. Huh…did people ever think of him as attractive? It was a passing thought…
The lovebird stared wide eyed as Bree lifted the couch flipping it back as if it were nothing. For a few moments he stood their dumbfounded, not really hearing anything she said. At length though, speech returned to his wide open trap. " Gosh dang! ...I had no idea someone so pretty could be so strong too. Ehehehe," Paxton laughed nervously. It was true, what he said, that is. He was starting to enter that age where a boy prides himself on how physically strong he was. You know, whom could beat up whom, the...'I'm stronger than you are,' sort of pettiness.
So anything that required using some muscle got Paxton's attention, if only for a little bit. The rest of the time his head was filled with thoughts of trying to get into someone’s pants. . It seemed an odd thing to do, why would Paxton want to get into someone else’s pants? Whatever though, Yahto had said that people would love him if he did. More than anything Paxton wanted to be loved and liked, so he did as he was taught.
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Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2006 7:39 pm
"Hm?" Bree blinked, a bit taken back by the comment. She paused to glance over her arms, before giving a smirk and shrugging. "Yea.. Kinda happens to you when you climb through ancient booby-trapped tombs..." she grinned, more than happy to brag about such things... She'd always seemed to take more value in the thing smen did. Being the strongest, the best, geting in peoples pants... and then trying to get back out of them. Commitment had never been her thing. The only thing feminine about her was her body... Which she seemed to primp up to it's fullest potential. Sure she could have nicer hair or something minor like that.. but short and simple was the best for her adventures.
Her tail gave a tiny sway as she seemed to relax some. Compliments were always good for ebbing away anger. "I'm sorry Simon.. got in trouble just shortly before you got here, he's in his room... So you hungry or what? We've got soda and all that good stuff.." she gave a wave of her hand, peeking her head into the kitchen.
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Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2006 7:59 pm
Paxton hadn't thought his comment was out of place or odd. Bree seemed a bit taken aback by it, and the lovebird was suddenly cursing himself for it. No...wait...she was...happy?
The emotion wasn't happiness but it was enough to keep the bird brain from panicking. Hmn, so he had said the right thing. Of course, he had. People liked to be complimented. It was natural thing. The love bird still felt some sense of distance or perhaps apathy from the woman in front of him, but that would change. He wanted it to change. Cause really, if Simon wasn't going to be around for the afternoon, he had figure out some way to make Bree into his new companion.
"An adventure? " Said Paxton rather curiously as Bree regaled him with a brief note about her job. "How...exotic," the boy paused. Now, what was that line he was supposed to follow up with? ..."Just like you." Paxton finished off with a smirk. Perfect. He had said and repeated that line perfectly for this situation, even playing out the gestures and facials to a "T".
"...And no thanks but no thanks." He smiled also remembering to take manners into play. "...I'm not in the ...uh, mood for food." Besides, what ever this woman had in her kitchen would probably not be to his liking. Simon, her son, he was a shark wasn't he? This meant the fridge was filled with lots of meat. He doubted he would find much fresh fruit or vegetables.
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Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2006 9:05 pm
"Yea used to do them all the time... Ever since i was your age." Bree frowned some upon hearing herself, crap she sounded old... Like.. oena those old men that sat around talking bout the good ol days. "'Course.. That was only what, 10 years ago?" she quickly added in, immediatly feeling better about her age. She was only 21 or so afterall... Just now legally able to drink, as though that had ever stopped her. Then again, Bree wasn't a fan of drinking... It dulled everythign far too much.
She quickly brushed away her wandeirng thoughts as he whipped out a rather old line. She smirked some, moving back over to him. "Well, arn't you the smooth talker...?" She gave a ruffle of the boys hair, not thinking much of his actions as of yet. "And alright.. Tell me if you get hungry, kay?" she shrugged, setting herself on the couch. She didn't have any fancy cable... but maybe there'd be something on that the boy would enjoy? Bah. Lil kids were easier... Just read em a book and...
Well actually, Etain had been hell for Bree. So scratch that.
All children were a pain...
"So, anything you wanna do? TV.. books..." she shrugged, not having much around the house to do.
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Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2006 9:31 pm
Wow, his age? Ms. Zepke was quickly turning into one of the more interesting adults...or for that fact, people he had ever met. Off and away adventuring at his age? It was hard to imagine, but certainly an amazing, not to mention a** kicking accomplishment. Heh, here he was, now what 12, hadn't really been away from home a day in his life.
The bird gave a soft smile and braced himself as Bree's fingers slipped through his gold and pink hair. Attention, oh how he loved it. An this was the good kind too, or so he was told, physical gratification was always best. "Just telling the truth," Paxton mumbled sheepishly as she moved away. What? The fun was already over? No, no the nice touching had ended so soon!
Determined to gain more affection, Paxton patiently followed Bree over to the couch. Unlike most people whom respect personal space, and take a seat at the opposite end of the couch, Paxton choose a spot right up and close to Bree. "Why don't you tell me about some of the adventures you've had?" with a smooth motion Paxton shifted a few strand of wild hair back in place. "I"m sure a ...experienced woman such as yourself has a lot she can ...teach--erm, I mean share with me." He had been pressing himself closer to Bree, yet, the little mix up of words had shaken his confidence and so he pulled back. Not like it made a difference, he was still nice and cozy with the woman.
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Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2006 9:52 pm
Bree shifted some, oh she liked closeness as well herself... but... She was babysitting this one for pete's sake. Probably too young or something like that. Tsh. People and their morals.
Shrugging it off for the moment, she let him stay there, putting her arms behind her head and leaning back. "Heh, Simon never wants to hear my stories. So... Let's see, which one is there?" she pondered aloud tryign to think of a good adventure that would inpress the boy. "Oh yes, this one was a nasty trap... Really clever cheif that set this one up. Okay, so i was heading into some ruin of some sort, it was dark, the occassional poison dart would fly past my head here and there... Typical stuff, when all of a sudden i was standing on ice!" She laughed slightly, obviously getting into the story "It was the middle of july, and hot as heck, i still don't know how that was there. But before i knew it i was on my a** and sliding into a pit full of snakes and spikes." She took a moment to hike her already short skirt up another inch, showing off a array of roundish scars covering her right upper thigh. "That's where i got all these, but the problem was is he put spikes and snakes in... All i had to do was use the spikes to kill the snakes, and the snakes to cushion the spikes." She nodded some, as though that should have been common knowlage. "So in the end, i ende dup with the flaming ruby of Maba somethin or other... Kinda cheap though, it doesn't really have any flames at all."
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Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2006 10:15 pm
Attentively Paxton listened to Bree's story. If you were going to ask someone to tell you something, well then, you better listen. Besides, people liked when you listened to them. It made them feel important, almost special. Kind of like when you complimented them. Besides, Bree's story was more than interesting enough to have the love bird craning his head in for more of it's delectable goodness.
The boy was flabbergasted by the end of Bree's tail. "An your son, doesn't ever want to listen to you?" Big brown eyes leaned down and mentally traced over the scars on her legs before his actual fingers reached out to touch the flesh. He didn't mean for it to be inappropriate or anything really. It was just his young nature getting the better of him with curiosity. Slowly green little fingers traced over the marred flesh around Bree's legs. Such an anomaly on otherwise such a perfect person...
"I must say..." he looked up, "that you are quite the woman." the child was spellbound with Bree. The lady was truly exotic, in more than one sense, and it kept Paxton’s attention wrapped. So wrapped in fact that he didn't notice as his hand slipped down in between Bree's legs. It was nothing really when you thought about it, but with the way Paxton had said his last statement, miscommunication and chaos was bound to ensue.
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Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2006 11:28 pm
Bree seemed rather happy as to how interested the boy seemed, though that was broken as she gulped some at his wandeirng hands. She only breifly wondered what she should do before she decided on something. He was a boy, nearly a teenager... Who really gave a crap about age anyways? Certiantly not her. So why should she hold back on him?
Shrugging it off, and deciding to have alittle fun wit hthe boy wether it lead anywhere or not, she leaned ever so slightly. Glancing at where his hand was trying to go curiously. "What are you impling, hm?" she smirked, moving her arms out from behind her head. Placing one on the arm of the sofa, and the other was free to brush a few strands of hair from the boy's face, making sure they wouldn't block the view of his expression.
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