badluckcat
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Post by badluckcat on Nov 1, 2011 8:44:27 GMT -5
Ephraim watched the doorway, tilting his head he chirped in rejection before turning to stare at the Doctor, unsure what to do now.
"Krii?"
Seeing her confused look he chittered at himself, he went to grab the pencil and paper Lusey had given him the night before. He quickly scribbled something down before handing Magalie the note.
Wh a t do we do no w?
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Post by malevolentmask on Nov 1, 2011 21:16:38 GMT -5
The lighthearted feeling of the room vanished in a flick when the girl ran out the door frantically. Still not trusting the insect Mag got up in a hurry and was about to pull the fly along too until she came to abrupt stop in front of the door. Looking back she remembered that the fly clearly had no way of disguising himself and there didn't appear to be anything useable in the room.
Face palming at herself she paced around the room not sure how to help mumbling plans and rejecting them immediately. Her mind tried working a mile a minute but it still didn't help it was impossible to leave the insect behind. Swiftly she opened the door a creak without revealing the bug behind her and peered into the streets seeing that the girl and the insect were no where to be found.
"I-i just hope they'll be all right...I wish I could do something to help."
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kinkachu
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Post by kinkachu on Nov 2, 2011 10:11:17 GMT -5
"You could have been seen by more than just this poor woman, Vandall! And then what!? Police would scour the streets with the order for your head on a silver platter!"
Did she really think he hadn't realized that? It had and would always be at the forefront of his mind, always there to stir in his heart, intensifying the fear he had grown to know so well.
Vandall jerked his eyes away from hers, retrieving his hat. He dusted it off before re positioning it back on his head, hardly giving Lusey and her worried filled expression a second glance.
His brow furrowed, grinding his teeth at the thought she held any sort of concern for him.
He was a grown man for cripse sake! Er.... grown creature! He didn't need anyone's help... especially HERS.
Vandall adjusted the hat, pulling it low over his face as he spun on his heel, still unable to make eye contact "You should return home before the authorities catch you. No doubt they'll be rounding that corner shortly and I... I wont be here to defend you."
"Gee, your concern touch's me." Lusey added dryly, crossing her arms and following close behind him as he made towards the alleys exit. "Aaah, where are you going? You cant just leave me here with an unconscious lady!"
"Then go HOME."
"B-but what about you? I... uh... well..." She fumbled only a little, catching up to his long stride and pulling him to a stop. "Wait a minute! You don't plan on going back out into the street, are you?"
He snapped a heated glare onto her.
She squinted an eye, looking up at him and finding it more amusing then threatening. He wouldn't dare harm her.... at least not in public. "I don't have much of a choice, madam. My house is right-"
"You could always come back with me."
They were both silent, mostly because of the blush that began to spread over Lusey's face and him being to dumbstruck to question why. Why was she so adamant about him staying with her?
Vandall shook his head to clear it, focusing now on the people meddling about the street. "My house is right over there." He pointed, though she couldn't see anything from here. His hands took hold of his hat edge, securing it in place while shrugging his shoulders to keep his appearance hidden under the collar.
"Looks like the coast is clear."
"Wait!" She half screamed, yanking him back into the alley. Before he could spin around to lay into her, Lusey had removed her long scarf and proceeded to wrap it around his face. She didn't look up at him, mumbling, "I hope this works. I mean... you're a bug and technically shouldn't even exist. Okay, bugs exist but not this big. Nor should they talk or dress all snazzy. Well not snazzy, snobbish. Uh, not snobbish... i just... i hope this works." She finished and tucked the ends behind him, adjusting it around his face so that only his eyes were showing. "There. That looks pretty good on you."
Thank God the scarf covered his face, for the heat began to lick up his face and his cloths felt VERY stuffy at the moment.
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Post by luseylottay on Nov 2, 2011 20:49:39 GMT -5
He said a muffled "thank you" and turned to leave. That's when Lusey was left with two options. Leave him to go to whatever home he had and forget they had ever met... or satiate her curiosity and follow him. Her feet moved without her, and soon she was in a even pace behind the tall insect. "What are you doing?" He muttered through the thick scarf. She shrugged, even managing a small grin. "Following you, obviously." "You should go." "Not a chance! I'm curious to see where the heck an insect like you would live. Up a tree, maybe?" He was half tempted to trip her and run in anger, but only let out a disgruntled (and very displeased) cough. Through the small crowds they weaved, that was until they turned a corner and he stopped abruptly, causing her to run into his back. She peeked out from behind him and was met with a very large house.
A rich man's house.
Lusey gawked at the large building, which threatened to swallow her whole in it's mass. Sure she had grown up in a politician's house, but her father was not the type to build more than three stories for the family of three (which was two now, since Lusey had parted to go to France). This house was like something she'd expect to see down in the Southern States, though this was not quite as wide and pompous looking. She hardly noticed that Vandall had started tapping his foot as he held open the door a little. "If you're going to stare then you can go ahead and leave." "Oh I'm full of surprises, madam. And if you're wise, you'll avoid discovering them." She huffed and walked past him into the house, letting the door shut behind them. The entrance "hall" seemed a little dim, but it wasn't that bad. He removed his overcoat, scarf, and top hat, placing them on the coat rack. Lusey did the same with her paint-splattered coat (she never did get the chance to change into something more decent). She followed him into the guest room... And stopped short at the entrance.
Lusey stared in slight horror at the mess before her. The place looked like wild animals had trampled through it! Broken glass, upturned chairs and tables, and... eeuughhh. A few moldy cups of unfinished tea on one of the two still unbroken objects in the room, a coffee table. She cringed at the very site of this place, he was living in a pig sty! No, she wouldn't have it. Unacceptable, horrid, ludicrous. "Nu-uh. You're not staying here." He turned his head towards her. "I beg your pardon?" "I know you're a bug, Vandall. But do you really have to live like a cockroach!?" That last work struck him the the back of the head like a sledgehammer. The look on his face was priceless, though. It was about the same look he had made when she had called him "bugsy" the other night... But this expression held a lot more rage. She crossed her arms and returned his fiery glare, soon she gave up the battle and wandered aimlessly into the next room, the kitchen. She opened a cupboard and was faced with sweets. She opened another, more sweets. And more and more. She slammed it in disgust. It was no wonder he was so unfit! And with that, the last cord holding her back from dragging him out by his feet snapped. "Nope. That's the last straw. This is unhealthy!" She walked back into the room and walked right up to him, glaring at him furiously. "We are leaving this house now and I won't be letting you back until you get somebody to clean up this hell-hole! You hear me? We're leaving. NOW."
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Post by malevolentmask on Nov 4, 2011 21:26:44 GMT -5
Unsure about their return Mag assumed the responsibility of watching over the fly and the apartment. Still she felt out of place knowing that she barely even knew the group. Her mind wandered curiously about the place and she wanted to explore but knowing it was impolite to roam a stranger's house she stayed put in the entry way tightly grabbing the handle of her bag.
It didn't help that the fly was staring at her with those big eyes, she hated really any sort of attention. Thinking back to the insect's response to the toy before her eyes lit up with a simple solution.
Rummaging through her bag she pulled out another toy that the butterfly left which seemed to be a little mannequin. Trying to catch the fly's attention she made the little toy dance and caught herself from laughing when she saw the child-like expression coming from the insect. "Here, you can have it." she simply said dangling the wooden figure in front of him.
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badluckcat
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Post by badluckcat on Nov 5, 2011 16:24:12 GMT -5
Tiny human!
Raimy chirped and peered at the wooden figure, he carefully took it from the Doctor’s hold making sure not to touch her. Stepping away from her, she seemed to be a bit intimidated by his proximity, hunching over to make himself smaller and less of a threat he chirped in thanks.
He glanced at the entrance of the apartment once more before letting himself be absorbed with his new prize.
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Post by kinkachu on Nov 5, 2011 23:34:58 GMT -5
Honestly now? Did she really delude herself into thinking she could waltz into his home and boss him around like he were nothing but a simple minded servant? Apparently so when his lack of cooperation had her grasping at his arm and dragging him towards the front door.
"Gah, how can you live like this? Like... like... " she gestured to it all, "THIS! This filth It's disgusting. Atrocious." She rambled a few more derogatory verbs, all of which made his wings bristle defensively. "Don't you know how to pick up after yourself? Geez."
That was it!
Digging in his heels, Vandall ripped his arm free, glowering vehemently at the little woman that now puffed out just as much as he did. "If you don't like my living conditions, then why don't you make like a tree and leave?"
"Because my conscious would pick me apart if i left you here to rot. You're my responsibility-"
"I'm no one's responsibility!"
Lusey had to take a step back. She hadn't expected such a loud outburst, though she supposed it was coming anyways.
Mentally commanding herself to square her shoulders, she planted her feet in a more stable position; trying to reclaim her commanding presence from earlier. "Look, this place is a pig sty. It's not healthy to live in it."
"And how would you know? For all you know i thrive in disgusting environments. I am a bug after all." He sneered those last few words as if they were poison on his tongue.
Lusey's felt her scowl lessen considerably. Especially when he gave a heavy sigh/snort, spinning right back around to stomp into the kitchen.
Perhaps she had been a little to demanding. It's not like they were close friends. In fact, they weren't even acquaintances! And she was barking orders to him, a complete stranger (and he was indeed the strangest person she had ever met) as if they were anything but. It was no wonder he was so testy. She wouldn't like this treatment either. But.... why did she even bother? Again, she didn't even know him, nor him to her, and they hadn't exactly met on the best of circumstances.
Lusey rubbed a hand through her short locks, ruffling it in frustration. "I should have just stayed at home and never ever EVER opened my window."
Soft clatters were heard from the kitchen area, drawing her attention towards the sounds. Poking her head through the door, she quickly made out Vandall's figure standing by the counter; nibbling on a powdered donut while examining a tea pot. He removed the lid, peeking into its innards, swirling the remaining old contents around before sticking a finger inside to pull out a drop of - what looked like- old tea. A quick taste had him smack his lips, shrug, then fill it with more water and proceed to set it on the oven.
'Oh for the love of-' Lusey inwardly growled, storming into the kitchen to snatch at the tea pot. She took her own look inside it, disgusted that he would mix new and old together and think nothing of it. "No. No no no no no!"
"What the-? Now see here!"
"You cant seriously be thinking about drinking this. I know you're not thinking that."
Apparently he had.
Vandall straightened himself to his full height, slanting his lids so that they took on something wholly dark and menacing. "I recommend you give that back, mademoiselle, before I finally lose my temper with you."
"Vandall..." She began, biting her lip when he lurched forward.
"This is MY house! You will follow MY rules here regardless if you don't like them! I did the same for you... or are Americans uneducated in the simple act of hospitality?"
Oh no he didn't. He did NOT just insult her and her country. "Excuse me, but if you reeeally want to point fingers at the rudest person present, I think that trophy would go to YOU. Here I am, looking out for a complete strangers well being who, from the moment I met him, has done nothing but threaten and harass me the entire time. So I think I possess a heck of a lot more manners, thank you very much."
Vandall's breathing grew deep and heavy, perhaps in anger because he had nothing to counter that argument with. So instead he took one last deep breath, whispering, "I don't need your help. Nor your pity." He yanked the tea pot away, placing it back on the stove.
Lusey snatched it back up, "I don't pity you. I'm just worried."
"WOMAN!" The shout sent chills running down her spine. "I don't need you here. Just like I don't need you mothering me. In case you haven't noticed, I'm perfectly capable of fending for myself. Been doing it for years."
Lusey gave a good once over of the kitchen and it's deplorable state. "Sure you can." She snarked, taking the tea pot to the sink. "Just like you take care of this house. And yourself."
"What are you-? I'm just fine!"
"Please, you got beat up by a girl. Does that sound "fine" to you?"
"I-I was... surprised." Was he actually blushing? She couldn't tell with his coloring, but his expressions... his body language.... MY GOD! He WAS!
Lusey had to bite down hard on her lip to keep from laughing her head off. He was actually embarrassed. This was just too amusing.
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Post by luseylottay on Nov 6, 2011 14:45:23 GMT -5
She stifled her high amusement back into a chuckle, turning on the tap to wash the interior of the used kettle. She looked inside it for a moment before filling it up with water and putting it back on the burner. "Sure, you could blame it on surprise... or you could blame it on the fact that you live like a neanderthal." She blinked and looked up from the tea pot for a minute. "Wait... You said you're a treehopper... right?" "... Yes... why does it matter?" "Because you were going on about how living like low-life scum might be natural for you, but treehoppers (quite obviously) live in trees. So technically, you shouldn't even be living here! You should be out on the woods, chewing on leaves." "And you should stay in the kitchen and keep your mouth shut." WHAM He didn't even see it coming, but she snatched up the kettle and had promptly used it as a mace to hit him upside the head, shattering the kettle and drenching him in warm water. He yelped as the object broke against his carapace, jumping back to hold onto the area where she had hit him. "I've been doing my best to be nice to you, Vandall! I've been trying to be nice and give you a chance to not be such a miserable ASS. I dare you to say that again! I DARE YOU." He growled ferociously and smashed a fist into the cabinet behind him before storming off furiously. She stood there slack-jawed, holding onto the handle of the broken tea pot, staring at the hole in the wooden cabinet door.
When Vandall came back into the guest room after his furious outburst, he found Lusey sitting in HIS chair right in the middle of the room, sipping a cup of tea. He stared at her, not sure what to feel. She was still in his house... but she wasn't yelling at him... but she had hit him in the head with a kettle... but... She noticed his presence before setting her focus back on her tea. "You know there are rats and cockroaches eating the cupcakes on the top shelf in the pantry, right?" His eyes bulged and he ran into the pantry just in time to see a rat crawling through a hole in the wall with the last scraps of the cupcakes. He kicked the door in frustration and walked back in the room, where Lusey was still sitting in an eerily calm state. "I don't get how you can live in such a deplorable state. Miserable, really. Though the size of this house tells you have the money to take care of it..." She was way too calm, and he arched an eye ridge. "What's the catch?" "I'd feel like I've executed you if I just leave you hear. I've got a proposition. So zip your howling screamer and let me talk." He scowled and picked up an upturned chair to sit upon. He wasn't about to let her hit him in the head again, he was sure he had gotten another bruise from the kettle. "If you're as wealthy as it seems, I can help you hire a few people to come in and clean up this place. Now, I don't know how much of this place is this ill managed... but it's enough that it'll take a few people to clean." She sipped on the tea and looked him in the eye. "I can be your... "representative", if you like. You'll not be staying here if you do manage to hire somebody." "And why couldn't a manage this myself?" "Look in the mirror, Vandall. They'll take one glimpse of your face and run off screaming, and this place will crumble around you." She sat the now empty cup onto a table and sat back, crossing one leg over the other. "So that leaves you with two options. Stay here and roll around in the filth like a rotten old pig, or let me help you hire some people to clean this place up to make it livable in here." He made a tsk noise and crossed his arms. She smiled wryly, perhaps her father's politician powers had rubbed off on her...
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Post by malevolentmask on Nov 7, 2011 17:12:55 GMT -5
Seeing the insect accept the toy let Mag sigh in relief. She had a hard time accepting any sort of trust from insects lately but it was nice to know that atleast another one seemed civilized like her butterfly.
Still feeling impolite about wandering the house she found a wooden chair nearby and sat down. For a while she just peered around the apartment but shock her head at her actions.
"What am I doing, I don't have time for this, I should be keeping myself busy while waiting..." she mumbled to herself mostly. Taking out a journal of some sort from her dusty old bag she started to gingerly write down various things she needed to keep track of in case she became absent minded.
At the little scribbling against paper the insect seemed rather curious.
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Post by kinkachu on Nov 7, 2011 21:46:04 GMT -5
Vandall tossed her proposition around in his head, chewing on the idea for a solid five minutes. He sat with eyes closed, all four hands tented underneath his chin as he debated with himself on whether or not he could trust this woman.
Sure, she seemed trustworthy now (she hadn’t blown the whistle on his identity in the street, nor when first they had met) and true, she had been most generous allowing him to stay the night when that other woman had… ahem… taken him by surprise. But what was her angle, he wondered? That was what bothered him the most - not knowing what the other wanted. The inability to distinguish what her goal was exactly.
Did she want money? Fame? He couldn’t be sure what her priorities were at this point. Releasing a deep sigh, His attention eventually emerged back to the outside world.
“You said you wanted to help,” he began, pausing to study her reactions, “but you have yet to explain why exactly.”
“Really now, I thought we went over this already. I cant leave you here. What kind of person would I be if I just left you to rot, hm? Not a very good one, that’s for sure.” She flopped back into his chair, completely exhausted how ridicously stubborn he could be. “Look, I‘m just trying to help. Why is that so difficult to believe?”
“Because no one does anything out of the goodness of their heart. Especially for someone they barely know…. Or for a monster.”
“Well I am.”
“Because you want something. And I would like to know what that something is.”
Lusey chewed her lip fitfully. She turned away, shaking her head as he stepped a fraction closer.
“I think it‘s time you left.”
“But-”
“Now!” He added sternly, losing patience with her dawdling and seizing her arm in his multi hand grasp. “And should I find you lurking about’s here again…” Lusey immediately yanked herself free, balling her fist angrily at her sides. “Alright, maybe I do want something.”
‘I knew it.’ He watched the anger sizzle beneath her surface, then fade into an awkward calm. She screwed a menacing glare in his direction, puffing up her chest before turning away completely, trying desperately to hide the blush blossoming upon her cheeks. “I just…” She stuttered, having to steady her breathing. “I don’t know anyone here, in Paris. I don’t even speak French for that matter and… and I thought that maybe…” Lusey fumbled with her sleeve, still refusing to meet his eye.
She took a shuttering breath, squaring her shoulders. “Look, you need a place to stay while this hell hole gets put back together and I could use the company. At least for a while until I get established.”
“And what‘s wrong with your pet fly? Isn‘t he enough company for you?” He smirked sardonically, throwing her jacket at her from the coat rack.
Lusey caught it with one hand, shouldering it on and handing him his own long coat. “Don’t get me wrong, he‘s a sweet fly and all, but I would prefer someone that actually talks back. One sided conversations aren‘t all they‘re cracked up to be.”
“Hmmm.”
“We both benefit. You more so then I.” She offered, setting the clothes in his arms. Vandall seemed lost in thought yet again, scowling, looking over his shoulder at the study, then back at the coat. He finally snorted, slipping it back over his frame. He turned for the stairs, to where she heard a great deal of thumping before he returned; a trunk hoisted over his shoulder.
“Come on then.” He motioned for her to exit before him, locking the door behind them as they left.
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Post by luseylottay on Nov 8, 2011 20:02:53 GMT -5
The walk back was slow and almost silent, save the few friendly pedestrians who would walk by and greet Lusey. She always responded with a nervous little "Bonjour", and would move on, too focused on making sure Vandall's scarf and hat weren't removed and too timid to continue to speak in the language she barely knew. She had tried to pick up conversation with Vandall, only to ever really get a muffled grunt in response. It's a miracle I managed to get him out of that abomination of a house... Perhaps daddy's job has rubbed off on me... How did he come across such a nice house anyways She shrugged it off, it could have easily been abandoned, the economy everywhere was having trouble, her father had always been one to inform the family weekly of the news around the (what he believed to be important parts of) world. America was slowly falling, and France was doing better... but still not too well...
Well, at least she was away from her parents and their... expectations. "You're making an awfully funny face..." Lusey snapped back to reality and stared at Vandall with a rather vacant expression. "What?" "You made an odd face." She pondered this statement for a moment before things clicked correctly. "Oh! Oh sorry, I was thinking about my oh so wonderful parents." She said those last word with such distaste, it matched even Vandall's bitterness. He kept walking though, lugging his trunk along behind him. Everybody's got a reason for something, he supposed. It would at least explain what she was doing in Paris at her age. Up the stairs they went and Lusey pushed the door open to her home. Vandall hefted up his case as she walked inside, watching his feet as to not run into anything. The door shut behind him and the next thing he heard was a set of loud, joyous chitters followed by a thud and an OOF He peeked around the case and found that Raimy had practically ran over the girl in an attempt to hug her, chittering happily as Lusey sat there dazed. He huffed and set the case down behind the couch. He silently sat down on the closest chair, avoiding the look the doctor was giving him.
Lusey managed to get out of Raimy's grasp, ruffling his hair tufts in reassurance. "See? I'm all right, I'm back. Sorry to have left you like that." Mags tutted and looked over at Vandall. "And what of him?" "His house was a nightmare and falling apart around him. So I convinced him to come back here and hire some workers to clean up his place." "What's the catch?" "He has to stay here and teach me French." She hissed sarcastically and shot Vandall another, more amused look. Vandall was starting to clench his hands in irritation. He had agreed to stay here for how long now? "Vandall, I suggest you call up anybody you think might help tonight, so that we can get some people ready for their nightmare cleaning job. Okay?"
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Post by badluckcat on Nov 9, 2011 7:30:29 GMT -5
Vandall’s response was cut short when he was grabbed by two pairs of arms and lifted up in to a slightly crushing hug. Happy chirps and chitters streamed from Raimy’s mouth for a few second before the former human snarled and started to trash in his embrace.
“Let go of me ,you idiotic insect!”
Chirping in fear and surprise Raimy dropped the other bug and scrambled behind Lusey.
“Krii?”
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Post by kinkachu on Nov 10, 2011 13:14:15 GMT -5
He had not meant to be so cruel but that annoying fly had left him no choice in the matter. Always touching and feeling, constantly invading ones space. Vandall had had enough of that, thank you. All this togetherness rode on his last nerve - and it was incredibly painful too! He massaged the large goose egg forming on his head, gritting his teeth a little in remembrance. Need to stay far, FAR away from them. Especially that girl. Christ she has a nasty temper.
He gave the two housemates a good, hard stare before hoisting his trunk upon his shoulder again, lugging it towards Lusey’s room. There he proceeded to unpack the contents he’d thrown carelessly inside, first removing a crumbled blanket. That got thrown onto her bed, pushed aside while he continued to dig around, Next came out his cloths, which he quickly folded onto hangers and hung them inside her wardrobe. He hesitated a split second when glancing at her choice in outer wear, studying the strange male trousers and cotton, button up shirts. They were strange, in the sense, that she had absolutely NO dress’s. Not even an evening gown!
What a curious woman, he thought to himself, stroking one of the shirts. She certainly was an odd ball, or an eccentric. But then again, he wasn’t exactly normal himself. Heh, guess we weirdo’s should stick together. A rueful smile ghosted over his lips before he straightened it out again, pushing her cloths to one side of the wardrobe while filling the other with his.
“What was that all about?”
Vandall nearly jumped out of his skin, his wings fluttering underneath his long coat. Once he calmed enough to look behind, he nearly barked, “Woman! What are you doing sneaking up on me?”
She shrugged, turning away to hide that sadistic smile of hers. “Just wanted to see what you were doing in my room. You look like you just got caught sniffing my underwear.” She chuckled when he blushed right before her eyes. So he CAN blush. Interesting.
“I was doing no such thing.”
“Then why so jumpy…. And defensive?”
“I‘m not defensive!” Okay, maybe a little. “I was startled when you crept up out of no where. And it‘s very rude to go unannounced you know. People have died from such things.”
“Died from making you piddle yourself?” Snort.
“You know what I mean!”
”Oh, right. I get it. Didn‘t mean to give you a heart attack, old man. I‘ll remember that next time.” She giggled wickedly, straightening her back to pretend writing down a mental note, “Don‘t scare Vandall. He‘s the biggest fraidy cat in all of Paris.”
He glared at her from over his shoulder. She could practically hear his teeth grind. Eventually he cleared his throat, setting about to hang his cloths again. Lusey sat down on the bed, helping to dig out a few knick knacks. Her fingers fell over a few sheets of papers, all of which looking very important. She squinted her eyes at the neat hand writing, wishing she understood French instead of sitting her admiring the pretty cursive. She then fished out another set of his cloths, a baby blue dress shirt, rubbing her hands over the strange material. This didn’t feel like anything she was used to. Stretching it out a bit, she marveled at how it could be flexible yet retain its shape.
Vandall quickly snatched it out of her hands, placing it on a hanger to store it away. “That‘s some interesting clothes you have there.”
“Hmph.”
“What‘s it made of any way?” She took up his blanket, seeing it was made of the same material. “It‘s feels almost like one of my father‘s camping tents.” She furrowed her brows in thought, continuing to pull on the blanket, “a mesh of some sort.”
“It is.”
“You‘re wearing and sleeping in tents?” That question seemed to irritate him somewhat. He snapped the hanger a little to forcefully into the wardrobe, taking a deep breath.
“Are you going to continue hounding me over trivial things or am I allowed a moments peace?”
“There‘s no need to get testy, I was only curious-”
“Don‘t be!” His shout made her jump. “You don‘t need to know about my life or how I live it. I‘m just here long enough for my house to be repaired and that‘s all. It would be best if we kept to ourselves for the time being. I‘ll respect your privacy if you respect mine, agreed?”
Lusey looked on the verge of whacking him again. But she didn’t, folding his mesh blanket on her bed. “We cant avoid each other forever, especially if we‘re living together.”
“Temporarily.” He quickly added.
“Yes, but you also have to teach me French while you‘re here. So unless you plan on teaching me through secret notes strung across the house, I‘d like to at least be on friendly terms. Or… as friendly as a grump like you can get.”
“I don’t remember agreeing to that.”
“You didn’t, but it‘s something that needs to be done. I plan on living here for quite some time so being able to communicate with future employers is a must. Oh, I get it now!” That last part came as a surprise. Vandall cocked his head curiously when she beamed at herself, practically glowing with her discovery. “I get it now. Mesh so as not to rip into the material - like what you did to my covers last night.”
Vandall spun his back to her, blushing again. Damn her for being so observant. He was going to have a hell of a time keeping his secrets buried if she was going to be this witty. And if there was one thing he hated more than eating healthy it was a smart woman.
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luseylottay
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Sexy Flea Monster
... *chirps happily*
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Post by luseylottay on Nov 11, 2011 20:42:15 GMT -5
She did highly enjoy seeing his entire face turn right red at her mention of the torn covers she had given him the night before. "You could always file them down to nubs like what you did to your horns there..." His upper arms instinctively went up to his filed horns. "How did you--" "It's kind of obvious, I mean, honestly you really don't think I'm THAT unobservant..." Okay, he couldn't argue with that, and he simply narrowed his eyes and frowned in a covered-up-submission fashion. Her smile slowly softened and she pulled the small coin that he had left out of her pocket. "I should really thank you for leaving me this... I suppose it's for repairs... I appreciate that you know..." His expression normalized as he stood there registering her thank you... he hadn't heard that in what, three or so years? Somewhere deep under his thick hide, that felt pretty good. He focused back on the wardrobe as to avoid showing too much of his emotion. "You're... welcome..."
Oh yes, Lusey was grinning at that. She got some good old-fashioned positive politeness out of the grumpy bug. "Well, with that being said. Take all the time you need to unpack, and we'll discuss plans in a bit... Yanno, French, Cleaning Crew.... eccetera..." She was about to leave the room to return to her paint corner, but stopped in the doorway for a moment. "By the way... you really need to stop calling me "Woman". I've got a name you know. It's Lusey, and if you continue to call me by that I'll get mad... very quickly... and I do have a frying pan..." She shut the door with a sadistic chuckle, leaving him to gape in slight horror at the thought of being whacked in the face with a frying pan.
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Two or days passed by before anybody knew it, Lusey had picked up a little French, Vandall had discovered that she didn't have many (or any) sweets in the house, and Ephraim had... well... been Ephraim. Now it was a nice Friday afternoon, and it was time for Lusey and Vandall to head out to meet the hired workers...
Lusey smiled and looked over at Ephraim. "I know you want to come with us... but you'll need a good coat... and some gloves... Thankfully, if you keep your head down you won't need too much more than the goggles..." Ephraim chittered, grabbing for the nearest trenchcoat and gloves. At least he knew how to put them on. Lusey buttoned up the coat and patted his shoulder. "Alrighty, let's head out."
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badluckcat
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C'est la vie
I keep all my dreams under a lock and key. I?m so afraid that they will fly, away from me
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Post by badluckcat on Nov 14, 2011 6:43:30 GMT -5
discovereddjusted his scarf before is slipped down to far to reveal his lack of a human nose, peering around as he trailed behind Vandall and Lusey. He stuck close to the female after her repeated words of not to stray to far away from her.
Puffing his cheeks at her back Raimy pouted behind his scarf before letting his gaze wander. Sure, he was not always paying attention but he was not that much of a dreamer. He did live alone on the streets before Henry and her.
“Raimy! You are falling behind! Come on!”
Blinking he looked up and found the two ahead of him, he probably slowed down while he was thinking, ignoring Vandall’s irritated look at him for slowing them down, Ephraim strode past them and made a motion with his hand signaling for them to move on.
Lusey looked a bit put off by his behavior and wanted to speak of it when, Vandall merely strode past the fruit fly in disguise as if nothing happened. “The less time we waist out here in the open, the less chance we’ll have of being discovered” He grumbled as he continued his way.
Ephraim let out a muffled chirp and ducked his head as Lusey eyed him with a look that promised nothing good once they had reach the safety of being indoors.
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