Post by Sadie on Jan 18, 2010 14:03:51 GMT -5
We all knew that it had to happen sometime, even if Masurao and Etoile dreaded the day it would come.
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“And then I was like pyew pyew pyew pyew, all fast like that, and it was like ffffffwoooshng, BOOM, and then it shot them out faster like p-p-p-p-p-peeeeeow! And so I was like ksshhhhh, vrommpsshhhh and it was like KSHHH into a million little pieces and they were like prthrthrthrth all over the floor!”
“Really?”
“Yeah. And then it was like whiiirrrrrrrrr-PSH! And the gears were all like ftng, ftng and so I thought I had broken it but then it was like BOOSH and the plates when WOOSH WOOSH WOOSH through the air so I was like HIII-YAH and they were like kshing, kshing, pyewwww!”
It was almost impossible to tell if she was being serious or not. Coupled with an excited expression and overexaggerated gestures, the girl’s animated way of telling her story was almost mind-blowing and the observer was having a hard time keeping up with her. Unfortunately, this happened whenever she was excited, and getting used to it was a bit slow-going.
Fortunately for him, he had found that simply by saying things like “Really?”, “You don’t say”, and “Woah” kept her occupied enough to make her think that he was getting everything that was tumbling from her lips in the rush of a single breath.
Apparently, that was the end of her story, and the bodyguard soon found that a pair of orange eyes were staring earnestly at him, very earnestly, waiting for his response. Now that she was done slicing her hands through the hair in a huge display of action, she was standing calmly in front of him. . . well, as calmly as Tala Ganmade could actually manage. She wasn’t quite sitting still; every once in a while, she would roll back onto the balls of her feet and wobble a little bit like it was amusing to her.
“So. . .” the bodyguard mulled in response, choosing his words carefully, “the machine is okay?”
“That’s what I just said!” Tala rolled her eyes a bit, but it wasn’t in anger. “I thought it was broken, but it wasn’t! It might make some weird noises, but it works just fine.”
How exactly was he supposed to pull that information from her deranged explanation? Nodding slightly like he understood, Masurao wondered if he was going to regret giving her permission to have the 2x4 technologists build them a disc-flinging machine. It was good for training reflexes, certainly, but she was a little overenthusiastic when it came to shattering the discs.
“That’s good. I would hate to think that you broke the machine after having it for such a short time.” Something, almost like a grin, was teasing the corners of his mouth, although he did his best to hide it behind his calm exterior.
The girl lifted an eyebrow into the air and scoffed at his words. “As if I would break it. I love it to bits and pieces and then even smaller bits and pieces!”
Her enthusiasm was catching. “I’m glad.”
Suddenly, her arms were around him and her head was against his chest, happily nuzzling against the thick fabric of his shirt. The muscles of his back stiffened from the shock of this rather startling show of affection, something that he was still getting used to. It was several long seconds before he relaxed, returning the embrace with a little less energy than she was giving. “Thank you!” she blurted fervently, beaming up at him. “The machine is amazing!”
“I. . .” Would he ever get used to her, so openly affectionate and grateful? “You’re welcome.” His tail twined around her slowly, and the girl tightened her grip around him with a wide smile that spilled happiness out of her like a ball of fire.
“Tala?”
The question came from down the hall, and Tala pulled away slightly to glanced into the doorway where a mop of red curls had colored the walls. The shock that flashed across the blue eyes of her older brother told Tala that the news still hadn’t exactly sunken in yet. Suddenly Masurao’s arms were empty; the girl had put some space between them to ease the mind of her brother.
“Etoile!” As though nothing had happened, she ran to Etoile to greet him, throwing her arms around his waist. “You called?”
“Yeah. . . . you’re needed in the kitchen. Apparently you promised to make treats with some of the other girls?” There was a tone in his voice that was tense, and Tala easily pretended that it wasn’t there.
Nodding, she beamed. “Thanks for reminding me! I’ll see you later!” And with that, she was off down the hall, leaving the bodyguard and the brother in the same room, entirely alone save for each other. Etoile looked like he would rather be anywhere else, and yet he stayed, which was undoubtedly a bad sign.
A few seconds ticked slowly by, during which neither boy said anything.
“So. . .” Etoile dragged out the word much longer than necessary, a testament to the inner emotional turmoil that he was experiencing. “Tala. And you. And. . . you and Tala.”
The last thing Masurao wanted to do was discuss the younger Ganmade with the other, much more protective Ganmade.
“Yes.” A short answer, to make this as simple and painless as possible.
“It. . .”
Frustratedly, Etoile ran his fingers through his bush of hair and huffed out a breath of air. He must have known, with a little sister like Tala, that it would happen eventually. But he still looked immensely awkward, like he would rather jump of a bridge than approach this topic with the bodyguard. “You know I worry about her,” he blurted suddenly.
“Yes.” An obvious fact to anyone who watched the older brother for any amount of time.
His glance darted toward the door, like he considered leaving. Or running away and locking his sister somewhere where she could never be found. “Yeah, that’s obvious,” he consented after a moment, a weak, amused smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “And. . . it’s not that I don’t trust you. . .”
The awkwardness shot up a few more levels, and both boys could feel it. Masurao kept shifting his gaze to different sides of the room, and Etoile shuffled his feet with his eyes on his bare toes.
A few more seconds ticked by, dragging as slow as snails across the air.
“Treat her good.”
The words came suddenly, a little louder than his words before, as though he had spit them out from nowhere. “If anything happens to her, I’ll hurt you. Well, as best I can before you pound me into the ground.” His sentences had become a steady stream; he was trying to get it all out while he could. “I don’t know you that well, but Tala does, and I trust her.”
The small-scale speech surprised the bodyguard, who could feel the conviction behind the words. It wasn’t just a false threat; he was speaking truth, full of caring for his little sister that was deeper than they sometimes suspected. He would carry out his threat if the need arose.
“. . . You . . .” What would be the best words to reassure the brother of his most honest intentions? “You don’t have to worry.”
Immediately looking relieved, Etoile almost slumped in his upright position as though a huge weight had just rolled off of his shoulders. “That’s good. Good! Yeah, good. I’m, uh, I have to go-“
“I KNEW IT!”
A green-and-yellow streak blasted into the room and hit Etoile from behind, clinging to his shoulders while the boy tried to keep from falling over. Smiling like a crazy girl, Tala laughed and latched herself onto Etoile’s torso, hugging him tightly. “I knew you’d be okay with it, I just knew it!”
“Tala, were you listening the entire time?!” Etoile asked incredulously, trying to push her off while staggering to the side.
The girl laughed again and hugged him tighter. “Yeah-huh! Well, most of it. Well, no, all of it. I knew you would, I love you, je ea’nao til, h’jin mutan myn l’yo br’eun q’uno!”
“Alright, alright, get off.” Looking faintly embarrassed, Etoile succeeded in pushing her off, before hurrying to the entryway. The look he cast over his shoulder at the girl could only be described as caring, but then it was gone as he strode down the hallway and disappeared from view. But he didn’t worry. Not at all.
Well. . . maybe just a little.
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N'YAWWW SO CUTE.
Just for reference, Tala's D'thlanyian at the end was, "I love you, you're my favorite brother ever!"
And her animated speech in the beginning makes me LAUGH. HAHA. HOPE YOU LIKED IT. X3
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“And then I was like pyew pyew pyew pyew, all fast like that, and it was like ffffffwoooshng, BOOM, and then it shot them out faster like p-p-p-p-p-peeeeeow! And so I was like ksshhhhh, vrommpsshhhh and it was like KSHHH into a million little pieces and they were like prthrthrthrth all over the floor!”
“Really?”
“Yeah. And then it was like whiiirrrrrrrrr-PSH! And the gears were all like ftng, ftng and so I thought I had broken it but then it was like BOOSH and the plates when WOOSH WOOSH WOOSH through the air so I was like HIII-YAH and they were like kshing, kshing, pyewwww!”
It was almost impossible to tell if she was being serious or not. Coupled with an excited expression and overexaggerated gestures, the girl’s animated way of telling her story was almost mind-blowing and the observer was having a hard time keeping up with her. Unfortunately, this happened whenever she was excited, and getting used to it was a bit slow-going.
Fortunately for him, he had found that simply by saying things like “Really?”, “You don’t say”, and “Woah” kept her occupied enough to make her think that he was getting everything that was tumbling from her lips in the rush of a single breath.
Apparently, that was the end of her story, and the bodyguard soon found that a pair of orange eyes were staring earnestly at him, very earnestly, waiting for his response. Now that she was done slicing her hands through the hair in a huge display of action, she was standing calmly in front of him. . . well, as calmly as Tala Ganmade could actually manage. She wasn’t quite sitting still; every once in a while, she would roll back onto the balls of her feet and wobble a little bit like it was amusing to her.
“So. . .” the bodyguard mulled in response, choosing his words carefully, “the machine is okay?”
“That’s what I just said!” Tala rolled her eyes a bit, but it wasn’t in anger. “I thought it was broken, but it wasn’t! It might make some weird noises, but it works just fine.”
How exactly was he supposed to pull that information from her deranged explanation? Nodding slightly like he understood, Masurao wondered if he was going to regret giving her permission to have the 2x4 technologists build them a disc-flinging machine. It was good for training reflexes, certainly, but she was a little overenthusiastic when it came to shattering the discs.
“That’s good. I would hate to think that you broke the machine after having it for such a short time.” Something, almost like a grin, was teasing the corners of his mouth, although he did his best to hide it behind his calm exterior.
The girl lifted an eyebrow into the air and scoffed at his words. “As if I would break it. I love it to bits and pieces and then even smaller bits and pieces!”
Her enthusiasm was catching. “I’m glad.”
Suddenly, her arms were around him and her head was against his chest, happily nuzzling against the thick fabric of his shirt. The muscles of his back stiffened from the shock of this rather startling show of affection, something that he was still getting used to. It was several long seconds before he relaxed, returning the embrace with a little less energy than she was giving. “Thank you!” she blurted fervently, beaming up at him. “The machine is amazing!”
“I. . .” Would he ever get used to her, so openly affectionate and grateful? “You’re welcome.” His tail twined around her slowly, and the girl tightened her grip around him with a wide smile that spilled happiness out of her like a ball of fire.
“Tala?”
The question came from down the hall, and Tala pulled away slightly to glanced into the doorway where a mop of red curls had colored the walls. The shock that flashed across the blue eyes of her older brother told Tala that the news still hadn’t exactly sunken in yet. Suddenly Masurao’s arms were empty; the girl had put some space between them to ease the mind of her brother.
“Etoile!” As though nothing had happened, she ran to Etoile to greet him, throwing her arms around his waist. “You called?”
“Yeah. . . . you’re needed in the kitchen. Apparently you promised to make treats with some of the other girls?” There was a tone in his voice that was tense, and Tala easily pretended that it wasn’t there.
Nodding, she beamed. “Thanks for reminding me! I’ll see you later!” And with that, she was off down the hall, leaving the bodyguard and the brother in the same room, entirely alone save for each other. Etoile looked like he would rather be anywhere else, and yet he stayed, which was undoubtedly a bad sign.
A few seconds ticked slowly by, during which neither boy said anything.
“So. . .” Etoile dragged out the word much longer than necessary, a testament to the inner emotional turmoil that he was experiencing. “Tala. And you. And. . . you and Tala.”
The last thing Masurao wanted to do was discuss the younger Ganmade with the other, much more protective Ganmade.
“Yes.” A short answer, to make this as simple and painless as possible.
“It. . .”
Frustratedly, Etoile ran his fingers through his bush of hair and huffed out a breath of air. He must have known, with a little sister like Tala, that it would happen eventually. But he still looked immensely awkward, like he would rather jump of a bridge than approach this topic with the bodyguard. “You know I worry about her,” he blurted suddenly.
“Yes.” An obvious fact to anyone who watched the older brother for any amount of time.
His glance darted toward the door, like he considered leaving. Or running away and locking his sister somewhere where she could never be found. “Yeah, that’s obvious,” he consented after a moment, a weak, amused smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “And. . . it’s not that I don’t trust you. . .”
The awkwardness shot up a few more levels, and both boys could feel it. Masurao kept shifting his gaze to different sides of the room, and Etoile shuffled his feet with his eyes on his bare toes.
A few more seconds ticked by, dragging as slow as snails across the air.
“Treat her good.”
The words came suddenly, a little louder than his words before, as though he had spit them out from nowhere. “If anything happens to her, I’ll hurt you. Well, as best I can before you pound me into the ground.” His sentences had become a steady stream; he was trying to get it all out while he could. “I don’t know you that well, but Tala does, and I trust her.”
The small-scale speech surprised the bodyguard, who could feel the conviction behind the words. It wasn’t just a false threat; he was speaking truth, full of caring for his little sister that was deeper than they sometimes suspected. He would carry out his threat if the need arose.
“. . . You . . .” What would be the best words to reassure the brother of his most honest intentions? “You don’t have to worry.”
Immediately looking relieved, Etoile almost slumped in his upright position as though a huge weight had just rolled off of his shoulders. “That’s good. Good! Yeah, good. I’m, uh, I have to go-“
“I KNEW IT!”
A green-and-yellow streak blasted into the room and hit Etoile from behind, clinging to his shoulders while the boy tried to keep from falling over. Smiling like a crazy girl, Tala laughed and latched herself onto Etoile’s torso, hugging him tightly. “I knew you’d be okay with it, I just knew it!”
“Tala, were you listening the entire time?!” Etoile asked incredulously, trying to push her off while staggering to the side.
The girl laughed again and hugged him tighter. “Yeah-huh! Well, most of it. Well, no, all of it. I knew you would, I love you, je ea’nao til, h’jin mutan myn l’yo br’eun q’uno!”
“Alright, alright, get off.” Looking faintly embarrassed, Etoile succeeded in pushing her off, before hurrying to the entryway. The look he cast over his shoulder at the girl could only be described as caring, but then it was gone as he strode down the hallway and disappeared from view. But he didn’t worry. Not at all.
Well. . . maybe just a little.
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N'YAWWW SO CUTE.
Just for reference, Tala's D'thlanyian at the end was, "I love you, you're my favorite brother ever!"
And her animated speech in the beginning makes me LAUGH. HAHA. HOPE YOU LIKED IT. X3
