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Post by Kitty on Apr 21, 2010 13:52:48 GMT -5
In all honesty he hadn't had much of a childhood. His parents had both been gruff, serious, exceptionally paranoid individuals, and his sister had always been the one with the imagination. They'd made a good team though, she was the brains and he was brawn. It was weird being out here without her, without anyone. He'd never actually been alone, now that he thought about it. It was a strange feeling indeed.
However, the boy's next question pulled out a short lived, deep little chuckle. That ... was hilarious, but he wasn't in the sort of place he felt comfortable laughing in. Sergei would understand the other implications of said question one day, he was sure ... but, it was priceless today. It took an enormous amount of effort not to snicker a bit while answering, but he managed ot keep most of the humor from his tone.
<I'd be a liar if I said I didn't.>
At the mention of the boy, a rather young child really, helping him figure thigns out, well ... he couldn't help but arch his brow and tilt his head to the side, his expression darkening a bit. Sergei's mother, possible ... but the kid himself? That would be ... interesting.
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Jun 7, 2010 18:23:58 GMT -5
Though the humor was lost on the young boy, some deep part of his mind recognized what had caused the older man to smile, and Sergei's lips twitched in a half-grin that was just a little awkward and unsure. Whenever the boy felt that way, it made his head hurt a little, part of his brain saying something different than the rest of it. This time, he was thinking about playing pirate games with his friends and siblings - mostly siblings, if he wanted to be totally honest, but they could be friends as well - and he was also thinking about butts. Round ones. Mostly Miss Xiven's, which was even more strange. Sergei shuffled his feet, tucking his tail beneath his rump and folding his wings in closer to himself.
"<Then someday, maybe, you can play pirates with us. I'll even let you use my eyepatch, since you wouldn't have to squint all day long.>" He turned to look back up at the man, that calculating glimmer present in his gaze once more. "<Maybe if you're helping, we can get at the stuff we can't normally reach. A lot of it's too high. Sometimes, Makkena can get to it, but only if there's lots of handholds. My wings aren't any good yet.>"
While he spoke, the boy pushed himself back to his feet and extended his wings to their fullest - a wingspan which, while marked in lovely Solandrian shades, was clearly still lacking when it came to actual flight capabilities. As if to further demonstrate, he gave them a flap and sent a gust of cooling breeze into Jerome's face. At the man's next statement, the boy's expression only brightened further. "<My lessons. I take a lot of them, almost all day long. It's okay, because when I finish, the sun goes down and it's not so hot outside anymore. But I have to learn about all sorts of things - the Courts and stuff. It's just really boring sometimes, because I already know a lot of it.>" He made a face. What was it that his mom called that - deja vu?
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Post by Kitty on Jul 26, 2010 16:59:47 GMT -5
Pirate might be an interesting game ... the only things close to a game he could remember were Big Bad Aces and Close Combat .... neither were very fun though. It was all too rough and ... serious. That just didn't fit into the definition of 'game' well at all, did it? However, his big, fluffy tail had begun to sway side to side again as he listened to the little Solandrian ... nothing had jumped out ot kill him yet .. .had it? Nope. He could relax a bit.
Until of course the boy's mother was mentioned, then he got a little nervous again. Would she even want to help some big, fluffy stranger that she'd probably never heard about? He couldn't ever remember seeing Seth in the Glacier.... which meant he'd gotten out before he was even born, the man didn't know of him, did he? Would his father be writing letters to the bat? He really wasn't certain on anything.
<Would she even be interested in helping a stranger? I'm not sure about this ...
His toes tensed up a bit and blue claws scraped against the ground briefly before he willed his nerves to stay in check ... meeting adults was just a little .... off setting. They were far less trustworthy then kids, that was for sure.
He blinked in surprise and tilted his head to the side a bit, that all sounded like bookwork. He hadn't done much of that since he was too small to safely maneuver the snow.
<You don't do any training?> |
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