Post by Sadie on Jan 11, 2010 13:44:50 GMT -5
Etoile helps Tala out with some problems she's having.
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Outside of his window, the sun was just barely beginning to shower the grounds with its light while the trees stretched their aching limbs and leaves rustled in the breeze. It was the perfect day for a weekend, with the cool warmth and the clear skies. Etoile felt like it was going to be a peaceful day.
Well, not if Tala Ganmade had anything to say about it.
He glanced at his clock and groaned, feeling around slightly for his shirt while he mentally counted down in his head. Three. . . two. . .
“Etoile!”
Yup. Right on schedule.
As usual, she came flying into the room, not even bothering to look to see if he was awake while she flung the door open. The boy blinked a couple of times and then hastily pulled a shirt over his head while he waited for her to start her enthusiastic greetings. It was a morning routine that they had somehow fallen into, much to Tala’s delight and Etoile’s horror.
She jumped on the end of his bed, but her radiant smile had been replaced by a look that was less than pleased, and Etoile’s brotherly senses became instantly more alert than they had been. “I need your help!” Upon closer inspection, she actually looked somewhat distraught.
“Tala J’nani Ganmade, if you’ve already offended someone before the sun is even fully up, I will not help you out of it,” he began to respond, struggling to sit up and look at her properly.
But she brushed away this assumption with ease. “No, no! I’m having boy problems, I need your help!”
A few seconds ticked slowly by.
“. . . What?”
There was a dangerous edge to the word, as though he was already imagining what kind of chaos that he would unleash on the unlucky male that had somehow captured his sister’s attention. Already he was formulating plans, picturing a thorough beat-down before he locked his sister in a cage until she was old and gray and-
“Yeah.” The girl hugged her knees to her chest. “I mean, it seemed like it was going to be okay. . . we were friends, you know? And that’s all, it was friends! I mean, sure, we had our ups and downs, just like everyone else, but I thought our friendship was really good.”
“Tala, who are you even talking abou-“
“But things have changed!” Her hands flew up into the air expressively and Etoile jerked back. She was absolutely vehement about her situation. “Every time we talk, it’s different, and I’m not sure how I feel about it! I mean, he’s not responding in the same way, it’s just not as comfortable as it was. . .”
“Tala!” Now Etoile looked displeased, leaning forward. “Would you just tell me who it is?”
But she ignored him, appearing even more distraught than before. “I hate it! It’s different and gross and I can’t even make a joke without this really awkward silence! Is that supposed to be a good sign, or a really, really bad one? I don’t know how to tell!”
“I don’t know, it depends on-“
“And now he’s just, argh! He’s all just being hard to talk to and I’m getting really mad and it’s not good! Can you come help, please? Just smooth things over?” Her eyes were pleading now. “You’ve always been good at solving things like this!”
The sleepy Telarian blinked at her, unsure of what to make of the girl, before heaving a sigh. “Alright, alright.” Slipping out of the bed, he tugged on the hem of his shirt and followed her out, shuffling down the hall in his long shorts and bare feet.
“I just don’t know what to do,” Tala continued while they walked, her head hung. “He may seem rough sometimes, but he’s not. . . and I thought I knew that for sure, but now it’s like he’s put up this wall between us, and things are uneven and I can’t help but feel a little sore about the whole thing.”
Etoile bristled, trying to keep from becoming too enraged. He knew that if she kept talking, he would get irritated enough that someone would die. Or at least get thrown into a wall a few times. “It’ll be fine.”
“He’s in here.” Tala’s hand rested on the doorknob to her room. “Just. . . be careful, okay? He may not seem like it, but he’s a gentle soul.”
Etoile brushed that aside and followed her. . . into an entirely empty room.
“Tala, what-“
“Etoile’s here, now.” The boy watched in fascination as his sister addressed her bed. “It’s time we worked this out.”
. . .
“You did not just seriously wake me up so that I can help you solve a problem between you and your bed.”
“Look at him!” The girl gestured to her bed with a heartbroken expression. “Marty and I used to be best friends, and now he’s all rumpled and wrong! It’s just not the same!” The pillow, a light blue with stars sewn in, was thrown askew, and the sheets sat in a crumpled heap on top.
“Tala!” With an exasperated flick of his wrist, the boy jerked her sheets upward and flattened them out until her bed was made nicely and ‘Marty’ looked pleasant again. “I can’t believe you!”
By now, the girl was laughing hysterically, leaning against the wall to support herself. “Y-y-you should have s-seen your face! Blast, I thought you were about to kill someone!” Another wave of laughter came and the girl clutched her stomach helplessly. “Th-that was so brilliant! Hahaha, I can’t believe you were seriously so upset about this!”
“I ought to strangle you,” Etoile growled, bristling again as he crossed his arms.
Trying to calm her chuckles, Tala crossed over to him and hooked her arm in his, leaning her head against his shoulder. “You won’t, because you love me. I’m sorry, it really was funny. And if I ever get a man, I know that you will be the last person I definitely tell.”
“Or I can just lock you away so that you stay single forever,” Etoile grumbled, pulling her along toward the cafeteria. “I can’t believe you. A bed.”
“Don’t judge me, bro,” she quipped lightly as she usually did, grinning at him with affection.
A little more calm now, the two made their way to find breakfast, one smiling and one trying to remain angry but having little luck.
Yup. Just another average morning with the Ganmades.
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Hee hee, I wonder how many of you saw that coming. X3
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Outside of his window, the sun was just barely beginning to shower the grounds with its light while the trees stretched their aching limbs and leaves rustled in the breeze. It was the perfect day for a weekend, with the cool warmth and the clear skies. Etoile felt like it was going to be a peaceful day.
Well, not if Tala Ganmade had anything to say about it.
He glanced at his clock and groaned, feeling around slightly for his shirt while he mentally counted down in his head. Three. . . two. . .
“Etoile!”
Yup. Right on schedule.
As usual, she came flying into the room, not even bothering to look to see if he was awake while she flung the door open. The boy blinked a couple of times and then hastily pulled a shirt over his head while he waited for her to start her enthusiastic greetings. It was a morning routine that they had somehow fallen into, much to Tala’s delight and Etoile’s horror.
She jumped on the end of his bed, but her radiant smile had been replaced by a look that was less than pleased, and Etoile’s brotherly senses became instantly more alert than they had been. “I need your help!” Upon closer inspection, she actually looked somewhat distraught.
“Tala J’nani Ganmade, if you’ve already offended someone before the sun is even fully up, I will not help you out of it,” he began to respond, struggling to sit up and look at her properly.
But she brushed away this assumption with ease. “No, no! I’m having boy problems, I need your help!”
A few seconds ticked slowly by.
“. . . What?”
There was a dangerous edge to the word, as though he was already imagining what kind of chaos that he would unleash on the unlucky male that had somehow captured his sister’s attention. Already he was formulating plans, picturing a thorough beat-down before he locked his sister in a cage until she was old and gray and-
“Yeah.” The girl hugged her knees to her chest. “I mean, it seemed like it was going to be okay. . . we were friends, you know? And that’s all, it was friends! I mean, sure, we had our ups and downs, just like everyone else, but I thought our friendship was really good.”
“Tala, who are you even talking abou-“
“But things have changed!” Her hands flew up into the air expressively and Etoile jerked back. She was absolutely vehement about her situation. “Every time we talk, it’s different, and I’m not sure how I feel about it! I mean, he’s not responding in the same way, it’s just not as comfortable as it was. . .”
“Tala!” Now Etoile looked displeased, leaning forward. “Would you just tell me who it is?”
But she ignored him, appearing even more distraught than before. “I hate it! It’s different and gross and I can’t even make a joke without this really awkward silence! Is that supposed to be a good sign, or a really, really bad one? I don’t know how to tell!”
“I don’t know, it depends on-“
“And now he’s just, argh! He’s all just being hard to talk to and I’m getting really mad and it’s not good! Can you come help, please? Just smooth things over?” Her eyes were pleading now. “You’ve always been good at solving things like this!”
The sleepy Telarian blinked at her, unsure of what to make of the girl, before heaving a sigh. “Alright, alright.” Slipping out of the bed, he tugged on the hem of his shirt and followed her out, shuffling down the hall in his long shorts and bare feet.
“I just don’t know what to do,” Tala continued while they walked, her head hung. “He may seem rough sometimes, but he’s not. . . and I thought I knew that for sure, but now it’s like he’s put up this wall between us, and things are uneven and I can’t help but feel a little sore about the whole thing.”
Etoile bristled, trying to keep from becoming too enraged. He knew that if she kept talking, he would get irritated enough that someone would die. Or at least get thrown into a wall a few times. “It’ll be fine.”
“He’s in here.” Tala’s hand rested on the doorknob to her room. “Just. . . be careful, okay? He may not seem like it, but he’s a gentle soul.”
Etoile brushed that aside and followed her. . . into an entirely empty room.
“Tala, what-“
“Etoile’s here, now.” The boy watched in fascination as his sister addressed her bed. “It’s time we worked this out.”
. . .
“You did not just seriously wake me up so that I can help you solve a problem between you and your bed.”
“Look at him!” The girl gestured to her bed with a heartbroken expression. “Marty and I used to be best friends, and now he’s all rumpled and wrong! It’s just not the same!” The pillow, a light blue with stars sewn in, was thrown askew, and the sheets sat in a crumpled heap on top.
“Tala!” With an exasperated flick of his wrist, the boy jerked her sheets upward and flattened them out until her bed was made nicely and ‘Marty’ looked pleasant again. “I can’t believe you!”
By now, the girl was laughing hysterically, leaning against the wall to support herself. “Y-y-you should have s-seen your face! Blast, I thought you were about to kill someone!” Another wave of laughter came and the girl clutched her stomach helplessly. “Th-that was so brilliant! Hahaha, I can’t believe you were seriously so upset about this!”
“I ought to strangle you,” Etoile growled, bristling again as he crossed his arms.
Trying to calm her chuckles, Tala crossed over to him and hooked her arm in his, leaning her head against his shoulder. “You won’t, because you love me. I’m sorry, it really was funny. And if I ever get a man, I know that you will be the last person I definitely tell.”
“Or I can just lock you away so that you stay single forever,” Etoile grumbled, pulling her along toward the cafeteria. “I can’t believe you. A bed.”
“Don’t judge me, bro,” she quipped lightly as she usually did, grinning at him with affection.
A little more calm now, the two made their way to find breakfast, one smiling and one trying to remain angry but having little luck.
Yup. Just another average morning with the Ganmades.
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Hee hee, I wonder how many of you saw that coming. X3
