Post by Sadie on Dec 9, 2009 18:25:30 GMT -5
For those of you who aren't in the roleplay, this is based off of Etoile's epic pledge to Nalo:
""Nalo . . . oh, blast, I forgot your last name." Wrinkling his nose, he continued anyway, trying not to laugh while he spoke. "Nalo of the Galactic Kids Next Door, I hereby pledge my life to you, in danger and in safety, in the thickest of candy shortages, in the greatest of bellyaches from eating too much spaghetti, and in the face of the most intense staring contests." "
A little ficlet because I've been wanting to write something fun. Characters belong to their respective owners, obviously. Enjoy!
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The morning was bright; much too bright for the sleepy alien’s eyes. The invading sunlight cast a purple tint on his closed eyelids and he rolled over grumpily, curling up tighter with his tail winding around one of his legs. They had been up incredibly late the night before and he really just wanted to sleep.
But alas, no sleep for Etoile.
A green streak came bounding into the room and leaped into the air, impossibly high, before landing on the sleeping Etoile. A yelp escaped his throat as he jerked awake, whirling to meet grinning orange eyes. “Get up, glowworm, get up! Up, up, up!”
“Gerroff.” The mumble came softly as a red-ended hand tried to push the girl off of his frame so that he could return to his sleeping. “S’too early.”
Fists propped onto her hips, the girl wrinkled her nose. “That’s what you get for trying to beat the record on Super Asteroid Smash 3! You were up for hours! Now you have to be punished for it, up, up, up!” She climbed on the other side of him and began to push. There was a loud thud as his gangly body struck the floor, and a stream of insults directed at his sister came tumbling out of Etoile’s lips.
“Tala, why the blast would you-“
“Good morning!” Cheerfully shouting at him, she leaped onto his back and hooked her arms around his neck. “To the kitchen, hurry, it’s time for food!”
“I don’t-“
“GO!” She kicked his side lightly, spurring him on, and with a roll of his eyes, Etoile took off running, hooking his arms around her legs.
By the time they got to the kitchen, they were both laughing so hard that Etoile could barely stand. He came barreling into the nearly-empty kitchen while doing a strange half-gallop that had her bouncing with each new step, and she was clinging onto his pajama shirt as though her life depended on it. He stumbled slightly and went careening around the counter, toppling to the floor while Tala landed behind him. Both of them stopped for a second before bursting out into even louder laughter, and Etoile helped her to her feet.
“I can’t believe you dropped me!” she chided, cuffing his upper arm slightly amidst her chuckling. His fingers ruffled her drooping fringe.
“It was your fault, you’re too heavy.” An amused noise stopped both of them, who had been so wrapped up in their shenanigans that they had failed to notice the others in the kitchen. Two pairs of contrasting eyes swiveled around to meet a smirking Dengeki, who was leaning in the refrigerator in search of something delicious. “Eerrrrr, morning,” Etoile greeted, trying to stop laughing and failing miserably.
“Sorry if I’m interrupting something,” the fish-boy smirked, flipping a can of soda into his hand. As usual, Tala was a little faster at her cover-up than Etoile was, smiling easily and twisting her arms behind her slim back.
“Good morning, Dengeki!” She bowed properly, letting her ponytail flail around her in all of the excitement. “You look chipper!”
“I could go for some candy,” the response came, slightly weary. “I need the sugar, I can’t get any sleep with Ynda constantly pestering me to know where I hid her romance novels. It wasn’t even me, it was Unagi, but she won’t listen.” The glint that barely flashed in the blue eye suggested that the statement was a fib, but Etoile ignored that.
“Then let’s get some candy.” Shrugging, he climbed onto the counter, where he had to stretch to get the sacred candy container that held all of their stores of delicious treats. He knew something was wrong, though, when it felt too light to his grip, and, pulling it down, he realized something with horror. “It’s empty!”
“What?!” Dengeki darted over, looking disbelieving. “Princess Niji has to have some of her lollipops, I will not take no for an answer!”
Etoile shook his head sadly. “Niji’s not here. She went on a mission yesterday, remember? She, Milo-Lee, Finnick, Masurao and Vibe all went to check out how our other headquarters are holding up and they won’t be back until tomorrow.”
The fish boy let out an exasperated sigh and shuffled away, muttering something about invading Unagi’s secret stores. Etoile shrugged and went to the fridge himself, digging around for something that seemed appetizing. Tala was sitting on the counter behind him, and he wasn’t paying much attention to her until she called out a cheerful “Good morning, Nalo!”
Turning around to confirm that his friend had indeed entered, Etoile grinned at her from the fridge, but his smile faltered when he noticed her expression. It was tense, stressed, and she was emotionless as she waved slightly at Etoile’s younger sister. Straightening, Etoile faced her fully, tilting his head so that his curls gave a personable bounce. “Are you alright?”
Her golden eyes regarded him for a long moment, almost chiding him for the question. He knew her well enough to know that she wasn’t alright; the question wasn’t even needed. Two extra limbs strayed outward and gripped a pencil and a notepad and then she was scrawling away, glaring at the paper while she wrote.
“Just stress. Lots to do today.”
Etoile frowned, but before he could offer to help, Tala spoke up, having read over his shoulder like a good little sister. “Candy would make you feel better!”
“Weren’t you just listening?”
“Sort of. Not really, no.”
“We’re out of candy.”
Nalo seemed to deflate, casting her eyes toward the ground. The small hope that she had carried of brightening her morning slightly before all of her duties was gone, lost to the empty bin that was sitting loftily on the counter. Etoile hesitated for a moment, sweeping his gaze over her face, and then bit his lip and spoke hesitantly.
“Just. . . wait here, okay?”
Nalo looked confused, but nodded, and Etoile bolted away toward his room. It wasn’t very organized, with a few item scattered over the floor that he stepped over nimbly. Reaching his closet, he began to glow and lifted himself upward, reaching into the depths of the top shelf and feeling around the wooden surface until his hand closed around a small item.
He was back in the kitchen quickly, where he held out his hand to Nalo. In his palm rested a single lollipop, large and wrapped colorfully. “Here.”
The girl lifted her eyebrows at him, her golden depths asking him what her mouth wouldn’t.
Etoile shrugged lightly. “Well, yeah, it was mine, but I’m not going to eat it. I was saving it for a day when I really needed candy, but you need it more than I do.”
Shaking her head obstinately, Nalo’s expression said it all. She wouldn’t take his candy from him.
“Just take it!” His hand pushed it closer to her. “Remember what I said, all those years ago?” He watched her lips jerked upward slightly in the memory of it. “I said ‘in the thickest of candy shortages.’ Remember? That’s now, so it’s yours.” Refusing to let her argue any longer, he dropped it into her palm and dug his hands into the pockets of his jacket.
Nalo rolled her eyes, but it wasn’t negatively. One tendril looped around him in a fleeting hug while a couple of others focused on unwrapping the treat. The second the lollipop was resting on her tongue, her arms were around Etoile’s shoulders, thanking him for it. He laughed delightedly and embraced her quickly.
“Oh, and uh. . . don’t tell Dengeki.”
""Nalo . . . oh, blast, I forgot your last name." Wrinkling his nose, he continued anyway, trying not to laugh while he spoke. "Nalo of the Galactic Kids Next Door, I hereby pledge my life to you, in danger and in safety, in the thickest of candy shortages, in the greatest of bellyaches from eating too much spaghetti, and in the face of the most intense staring contests." "
A little ficlet because I've been wanting to write something fun. Characters belong to their respective owners, obviously. Enjoy!
--
The morning was bright; much too bright for the sleepy alien’s eyes. The invading sunlight cast a purple tint on his closed eyelids and he rolled over grumpily, curling up tighter with his tail winding around one of his legs. They had been up incredibly late the night before and he really just wanted to sleep.
But alas, no sleep for Etoile.
A green streak came bounding into the room and leaped into the air, impossibly high, before landing on the sleeping Etoile. A yelp escaped his throat as he jerked awake, whirling to meet grinning orange eyes. “Get up, glowworm, get up! Up, up, up!”
“Gerroff.” The mumble came softly as a red-ended hand tried to push the girl off of his frame so that he could return to his sleeping. “S’too early.”
Fists propped onto her hips, the girl wrinkled her nose. “That’s what you get for trying to beat the record on Super Asteroid Smash 3! You were up for hours! Now you have to be punished for it, up, up, up!” She climbed on the other side of him and began to push. There was a loud thud as his gangly body struck the floor, and a stream of insults directed at his sister came tumbling out of Etoile’s lips.
“Tala, why the blast would you-“
“Good morning!” Cheerfully shouting at him, she leaped onto his back and hooked her arms around his neck. “To the kitchen, hurry, it’s time for food!”
“I don’t-“
“GO!” She kicked his side lightly, spurring him on, and with a roll of his eyes, Etoile took off running, hooking his arms around her legs.
By the time they got to the kitchen, they were both laughing so hard that Etoile could barely stand. He came barreling into the nearly-empty kitchen while doing a strange half-gallop that had her bouncing with each new step, and she was clinging onto his pajama shirt as though her life depended on it. He stumbled slightly and went careening around the counter, toppling to the floor while Tala landed behind him. Both of them stopped for a second before bursting out into even louder laughter, and Etoile helped her to her feet.
“I can’t believe you dropped me!” she chided, cuffing his upper arm slightly amidst her chuckling. His fingers ruffled her drooping fringe.
“It was your fault, you’re too heavy.” An amused noise stopped both of them, who had been so wrapped up in their shenanigans that they had failed to notice the others in the kitchen. Two pairs of contrasting eyes swiveled around to meet a smirking Dengeki, who was leaning in the refrigerator in search of something delicious. “Eerrrrr, morning,” Etoile greeted, trying to stop laughing and failing miserably.
“Sorry if I’m interrupting something,” the fish-boy smirked, flipping a can of soda into his hand. As usual, Tala was a little faster at her cover-up than Etoile was, smiling easily and twisting her arms behind her slim back.
“Good morning, Dengeki!” She bowed properly, letting her ponytail flail around her in all of the excitement. “You look chipper!”
“I could go for some candy,” the response came, slightly weary. “I need the sugar, I can’t get any sleep with Ynda constantly pestering me to know where I hid her romance novels. It wasn’t even me, it was Unagi, but she won’t listen.” The glint that barely flashed in the blue eye suggested that the statement was a fib, but Etoile ignored that.
“Then let’s get some candy.” Shrugging, he climbed onto the counter, where he had to stretch to get the sacred candy container that held all of their stores of delicious treats. He knew something was wrong, though, when it felt too light to his grip, and, pulling it down, he realized something with horror. “It’s empty!”
“What?!” Dengeki darted over, looking disbelieving. “Princess Niji has to have some of her lollipops, I will not take no for an answer!”
Etoile shook his head sadly. “Niji’s not here. She went on a mission yesterday, remember? She, Milo-Lee, Finnick, Masurao and Vibe all went to check out how our other headquarters are holding up and they won’t be back until tomorrow.”
The fish boy let out an exasperated sigh and shuffled away, muttering something about invading Unagi’s secret stores. Etoile shrugged and went to the fridge himself, digging around for something that seemed appetizing. Tala was sitting on the counter behind him, and he wasn’t paying much attention to her until she called out a cheerful “Good morning, Nalo!”
Turning around to confirm that his friend had indeed entered, Etoile grinned at her from the fridge, but his smile faltered when he noticed her expression. It was tense, stressed, and she was emotionless as she waved slightly at Etoile’s younger sister. Straightening, Etoile faced her fully, tilting his head so that his curls gave a personable bounce. “Are you alright?”
Her golden eyes regarded him for a long moment, almost chiding him for the question. He knew her well enough to know that she wasn’t alright; the question wasn’t even needed. Two extra limbs strayed outward and gripped a pencil and a notepad and then she was scrawling away, glaring at the paper while she wrote.
“Just stress. Lots to do today.”
Etoile frowned, but before he could offer to help, Tala spoke up, having read over his shoulder like a good little sister. “Candy would make you feel better!”
“Weren’t you just listening?”
“Sort of. Not really, no.”
“We’re out of candy.”
Nalo seemed to deflate, casting her eyes toward the ground. The small hope that she had carried of brightening her morning slightly before all of her duties was gone, lost to the empty bin that was sitting loftily on the counter. Etoile hesitated for a moment, sweeping his gaze over her face, and then bit his lip and spoke hesitantly.
“Just. . . wait here, okay?”
Nalo looked confused, but nodded, and Etoile bolted away toward his room. It wasn’t very organized, with a few item scattered over the floor that he stepped over nimbly. Reaching his closet, he began to glow and lifted himself upward, reaching into the depths of the top shelf and feeling around the wooden surface until his hand closed around a small item.
He was back in the kitchen quickly, where he held out his hand to Nalo. In his palm rested a single lollipop, large and wrapped colorfully. “Here.”
The girl lifted her eyebrows at him, her golden depths asking him what her mouth wouldn’t.
Etoile shrugged lightly. “Well, yeah, it was mine, but I’m not going to eat it. I was saving it for a day when I really needed candy, but you need it more than I do.”
Shaking her head obstinately, Nalo’s expression said it all. She wouldn’t take his candy from him.
“Just take it!” His hand pushed it closer to her. “Remember what I said, all those years ago?” He watched her lips jerked upward slightly in the memory of it. “I said ‘in the thickest of candy shortages.’ Remember? That’s now, so it’s yours.” Refusing to let her argue any longer, he dropped it into her palm and dug his hands into the pockets of his jacket.
Nalo rolled her eyes, but it wasn’t negatively. One tendril looped around him in a fleeting hug while a couple of others focused on unwrapping the treat. The second the lollipop was resting on her tongue, her arms were around Etoile’s shoulders, thanking him for it. He laughed delightedly and embraced her quickly.
“Oh, and uh. . . don’t tell Dengeki.”
