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Post by Westley Walters-Kirkland on Jun 22, 2014 3:57:44 GMT -8
If Vaughan had looked closely he might have taken notice of a small green case under his dog's feet, containing a student ID and a pass for the underground. Whose it was though? A familiar bleat of a certain fiendish sheep rang out, Daffyd the Welsh heart breaker wandering about with his fretting human sidekick.
Wes had dropped his case accidentally on the way to the aquarium, and it wasn't until he had arrived and groped around for his pass that he had discovered it missing. With the only place he had opened his bag earlier being the park for a light snack he wandered about, eyes scanning the ground and Daffyd providing...emotional support with a few head nudges and nibbles of his sweater sleeve.
Honestly it would be too troublesome to call Kyle to come help him, his cousin might be bright and understanding that things happen and not give any questions to why he had to pick him up, but it was humiliating. And then again, passes were expensive and he didn't want to have to ask Kyle to buy him another until it was his only option. So he continued to wander about freely, scooting down onto his belly every so often to peer under benches. He looked much like his usual self with nutty hair elegantly tousled like he had just rolled out of bed, the sweater he loved so dearly with it's sleeves long since stretched out, and the usual coating of dirt from crawling about.
It wasn't really that bad when he remembered the twenty quid he had for lunch that week tucked safely between the two cards, he had little choice but to search after that. He worked hard for that money and he would most certainly not see it wasted. Yet he was slowly growing tired, and once his posture started to slump Daffyd herded him over to a bench to sit, the sheep giving a glance over towards the corgi across the way with amusement.
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Post by Westley Walters-Kirkland on Jun 20, 2014 21:47:58 GMT -8
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Post by Westley Walters-Kirkland on Jun 20, 2014 21:44:47 GMT -8
The Kiwi marveled at Kyle's mothlike abilities, clapping merrily as he walked about and picked up some chips. A ship of chips! America had ships of chips! So many chips...
For a moment his mind crawled off into the gutter, staring at the wall quietly as he thought of a ship filled solely with chips and mayo. That would be a sight to see, he just knew it. That was what they had to do next, fill up a whole ship with chips so he could take a picture and send it to his Mum! The thought made him grin widely, reaching out to take a handful and chew on it thoughtfully as he leaned down to share with Daffyd like Lady and the Tramp.
"M'mm gweet at wridin' sheeps" he mumbled through the mouthful of hot chips, the memory of his sheep riding days a fond one. His Mummy had thought it strange, silly, but certainly darling and she told stories of it proudly to the other mothers. Her little boy, so sweet to think that he could ride a sheep like one would a horse. That was one to save for the grandchildren.
He didn't even need to ask as for what the other wanted him to do for his dare, it was quite plane Kyle was still sore that Westley was far a better rider than he would ever be. Without waiting he climbed up onto Daffyd's back, drunkenly trying to sooth him and make him walk. Luckily Daffyd was a gentle little thing when it came to the boy that fed him towels and Kyle's dinner, ignoring the harsh tugs of his wool in the boy's ketchup stained fingers in favor of wandering over to the next table to chew on a wallet hanging out of a man's back pocket.
The gruff man himself turned around to yell at the little pickpocket, instead his mouth hanging over in surprise and confusion at the odd sight. He motioned to Kyle to get his attention and jabbed a finger at the Kiwi. "This one of yours?" he asked, slurring his words a little as he slumped back and took a good puff of the fag hanging between his lips. "Better keep a better reign on your little ones mate, wouldn't want the missus to be cross. And you'll be paying for m'wallet as well." The last bit was said with a warning, leaving no confusion on the fact that he damn well expected to be compensated for his troubles.
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Post by Westley Walters-Kirkland on Jun 6, 2014 5:32:30 GMT -8
Oooh...that's nasty
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Post by Westley Walters-Kirkland on May 31, 2014 22:53:17 GMT -8
Yuuuus Kiwi wants in baaad
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Post by Westley Walters-Kirkland on May 16, 2014 23:35:48 GMT -8
The Kiwi slouched back in his chair, Matilda perched on his lap as a warm little pillow. Daffyd lounged rather contently beside them, chewing away on a corner of the towel towel that they had laid out to set up on. Honestly it was rather nice, taking a little time out of his usual morning schedule to watch Kyle show up the Poms. It wasn't like he could tell him that though, it would all travel up to his head and make him impossible to deal with until he forgot about it.
Either way his niece Matilda was looking very smashing in her bikini and large plastic sunglasses, the drop bear looking every bit of the super diva she was as she chewed on a rabbit apple that Westley had given her. Daffy didn't look too bad himself, the fluffy knave looking rather smashing in the garment. Then Wes...he certainly was working hard to seem encouraging of his cousin. Once one got past the flat chest he wasn't too bad to look at, short hair pulled up into two ragged ponytails on either side of his head. He had bet that Kyle wouldn't do it and lost.
Lazily he waved a sign as he sipped at his tacky little palm tree cup of juice, the words on it reading 'SWIM YOU DULLARD' in large vibrant print. He even had a megaphone that he would hold up to Daffyd every now and then to give an encouraging bleat to the other as he swam about.
Honestly it was a little chilly, but the Kiwi had packed accordingly after having seen the day's weather on the news a day earlier. There were four towels, a change of clothes for Oz, Kiwi's school uniform, sunscreen, sandwiches, his school sweater, and of course an insulated flask of tea for when the Aussie climbed out of the water shivering. The people passing on foot would pause and stare for a moment before continuing their morning commute, shaking their heads wearily about the youth and their oddities.
After a bit he leaned over a and set a pair of tacky pink sunglasses on Daffyd's nose, slipping an identical pair up over his eyes as he waved the sign a bit and handed it to Matilda to hold.
"SWIM FASTER WANKER! DON'T WANT THE BLASTED POMS SEEING YOU MAKE A FOOL OF YOURSELF!"
Best coach ever.
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Post by Westley Walters-Kirkland on May 13, 2014 10:29:27 GMT -8
Wes was rather tipsy after the fourth, the boy slumping a little in his seat with Daffy nudging him every few minutes to make sure he stayed up. He was trying his best to keep up with his cousin, yet it was his first time ever on the piss like this, a small glass of wine once or twice was the most he had ever encountered prior. Mum wasn't very fond of drinking, she found it slovenly and told him never to do it outside of special occasions. ANZAC Day certainly qualified.
He had done everything as he was supposed to, was wearing the plaid shorts and dress shirt his Mum had sent over because she had found them darling and wanted pictures, and the poppy he had been wearing in his buttonhole had migrated behind his ear out of Daffy's reach. Breakfast and lunch had been biscuits, he had eaten so many of them that he had thought Kyle's eyes would pop out of his head trying to figure out where they all went. Yet they were special, like Christmas pavlova only once a year did it taste so marvelous.
To be honest the kid had no idea what he was doing with the endless flow of alcohol, his head was swimming yet he couldn't let Kyle upstage him so he had to keep going. Every now and then he would grab a pretzel from Daffy and nibble away on it, nuzzling up against the fluffy creature and tugging him up into his lap to hug with a drunken snicker. Conversation between the cousins had been rather dry, Wes growing quiet after the second, save for some soft mumbling to himself and Daffyd. The six round though...the Kiwi started to grow chatty.
He giggled, a heavy flush in his cheeks as he reached out and gripped Kyle's stray hairs in his fist, giving a firm tug. "Oooh...they aren't glued on...I wondered..." This seemed to amuse him even more, snickering away like he had just told the joke of the century. "I think...maybe they're like...moth antennae...blindfold you and see if you can make your way around in the dark...."
There it was...the Kiwi was gone off to the clouds
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Post by Westley Walters-Kirkland on May 8, 2014 15:32:25 GMT -8
Wes stretched up his arms and blindly began to search the flat of the fan blades for the missing presents. Matilda for all of her innocent little naps and adorable little hugs was certainly a demoness in disguise. How she could hide all of the presents with such ease without them noticing was certainly explained by a contract with the devil.
"None up here..." was the final verdict, the words whispered softly as if speaking it aloud made it all the worse. The precious presents were missing and they had no way of finding them without wasting even more time to look. The pavlova was waiting for them! And he wanted to eat more of it than Kyle could ever dream of! It was a contest they had every year that usually ended in more pavlova on the ceiling and each other rather than in their stomachs.
He let out a soft sigh and rested his hands on Kyle's head, holding on to his little cowlicks as reins childishly and about to give a tug before a heavenly sound drifted its way from the bathroom and into his ears. The Kiwi froze for a moment, muscles still tensed to give the firm tug.
The Kiwi took off as if he had been shot from a canon, the Australian falling to the couch a quick save that kept the Kiwi from breaking his neck in the man dash to the bathroom. Nothing could make him run that fast, even if an axe murderer was chasing him at top speed he still wouldn't be able to gain such speed and dedication. The call of the sheepy siren was the only thing that could make the boy move with such fervor.
He burst into the bathroom and lept over the chewed bath mat to the tub, not even bothering to send back a snide remark to his cousin's clever barb. All that mattered was the soft wool that rubbed against his cheek as he pressed gentle kisses to the creature's neck. Kyle had gotten him a sheep, a real live sheep for him to love and keep company. "Hello lovely one...." he cooed, gently stroking behind the gent's ear and hugging him close as he chewed on the Kiwi's shirt. "D'ya want some pavlova friend? It's very good and we have to make sure Kyle doesn't get a single drop! It's much better than towels. You'll see...."
With gentle touches and soft pets the boy coaxed the sheep out of the tub, leading him into the hallway and down to the dining table where a whole pavlova minus Oz's piece had their name on it. He was off in sheep land, and mere words couldn't reach him as he helped the sheep up into a chair and sat next to it, the boy dragging the plate of the pavlova over towards them.
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Post by Westley Walters-Kirkland on Apr 23, 2014 9:17:37 GMT -8
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Post by Westley Walters-Kirkland on Mar 22, 2014 20:10:16 GMT -8
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Post by Westley Walters-Kirkland on Mar 22, 2014 20:09:33 GMT -8
Wes waved his arms wildly making loud ghostly noises in an attempt to mimic the sounds of a Pommy killing machine. "Wrapping paper will tear beneath our fingers and bows will wilt!" he announced dramatically, wiggling his fingers for a little more effect as he chuckled good naturedly at Kyle's little joke. How had he managed without the elder one around? It was too horrible to think of how he had survived without the Australian around to raise his spirits. They had grown up so close together that it was impossible for them not to be just like regular siblings.
"Ceiling fan is good, no idea what could fit up there but I know better than to question it eh..." He sighed, leaning forward to hug him awkwardly before clambering up onto his shoulders and placing his hands on the Australian's head for support. "So...what did you get me anyways? Just in case we can't find it you know. Just in case..." He patted his head comfortingly and glanced around, enjoying his new found height. Everything would be fine as long as he wasn't hit by a doorframe or something to that degree. He would hate to have something like that happen and potentially give him a large knock on the head that he would have to explain at work. Some people were already suspicious and he didn't want them to think he was being abused or anything. The trouble that would come with that was something he didn't even want to think about.
He hunched down over Oz's head, to simply be sure that he wouldn't hit his head on some low hanging fruit ornaments or one of the streamers that he had strew about the room. Maybe it had been a bit much, he could hardly see over all of the brightly colored decorations. "On to the ceiling fan we go!" he cheered, holding out his arm triumphantly.
[Search montage?]
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Post by Westley Walters-Kirkland on Feb 22, 2014 3:37:37 GMT -8
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Post by Westley Walters-Kirkland on Feb 22, 2014 3:35:55 GMT -8
"Shoulder rides sound just fine to me...I haven't developed a fear of heights yet but I'm hardly worried." He huffed out his cheeks and prodded the little bits of leftovers with his fork, annoyed that he would have to wait until the ceremonial tearing off of wrapping paper. It would be an irritating mess to clean, the nap beforehand would be much needed. He didn't want Kyle to worry in the slightest about his health, it was a fun day, a family day, not a Westley has a coughing fit into the hospital day. He had ruined one too many family events like that already, this one was special.
He slipped from his chair and moved over to Kyle, wrapping his arms around him tightly and nudging into his cheek gently with his nose. "I'm happy that you're here you know...it's nice to have actual family about." He couldn't simply admit that he was lonely, that he was struggling, that he had gone right against his mother's wishes. yet now that Kyle was here he had a reason to stay strong and stick with it, wouldn't he be impressed that the Kiwi was off pulling his own weight in the real world out on his own. Sick or not he would show them all that there was nothing to worry about.
"Is it time for the treasure hunt then?" he asked, peeling himself off the other in a slight bit of embarrassment. He was far too old to be doing silly little things like that sincerely, but it was horribly nice to curl up to the other like a child. It was warm, and he felt as safe as he had once in his mother's arms. "We can transform into a Pommy killing machine and find all those presents at the speed of light!" He grinned widely and reached over to pick off his cousin's plate with his fingers.
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Post by Westley Walters-Kirkland on Jan 26, 2014 15:48:59 GMT -8
Dialects: Ridiculously Northern
How British: As British as Stephen Fry walking a corgi outside Buckingham Palace
How Irish: As Irish as a Tayto sandwich
How Welsh: You’re as Welsh as a Gavin and Stacey stage musical performed on a North Wales farm.
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Post by Westley Walters-Kirkland on Jan 24, 2014 2:00:26 GMT -8
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