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Post by Westley Walters-Kirkland on Oct 26, 2013 11:53:07 GMT -8
The grin Wez's face broke into at the mention of the greasy delicacy was bright and cheery, something that no amount of five star food could ever bring out. Toasted sandwiches were comfortingly a reminder of Mum, and Kyle could make them just like she did, after all his Mum had been the one to teach Wez's Mum. He waved Kyle away impatiently, wanting his meal right away without a moment of dawdling. The last time he had eaten one of Kyle's sandwiches was at least a good few years if he remembered correctly, he had been pulling on his arm and badgering him for a snack for hours until the other had finally pulled himself away from something more important to feed him. And then once the piping sandwich was made and Kyle settling back in to his work Wez had reappeared with the sandwich inhaled and desperately in need of another. After receiving a response to wait until dinner [it was going to be a large one for the holidays], he changed his tactics. The Kiwi dropped a half eaten loaf of bread on top of the desk, and then a few slices of ham, followed by oil, cheese, and a frying pan. He didn't receive the sandwich, instead he got a rigorous scolding, wonderful memory. "Yeah, I'll call him, go feed me now..." he nagged, waving his hand at him once again dismissively, watching Kyle turn and head off to the kitchen. Of course he didn't call him though, instead rolling over and burying his face into the pillows comfortably, breathing in the familiar brand of detergent and lazy Koala. Said lazy ball of hair was currently draped over his back and he didn't feel like moving her away, she made a wonderful back warmer. He had to eat though and gently he pulled her off and set her down on a pillow to nap on without impaling him if he squished her. Lazily he rolled over at the sound of footsteps and patted his lap for the tray, leaning over to take a large whiff of the food "no soup? Disappointing" he joked, scooting his bum over to make room for the Auzzie. Then without another word he dug in, stuffing his cheeks full of the tasty calories and grease. He felt the bed dip beside him and the blankets be pulled off and away up into the little Kylepillar beside him. "I remember..." he mumbled, glancing over and giving a fond pat to his head. The billy-cart was a great idea, until the landing. Luckily for him he had landed on Kyle and was hardly hurt, and luckily Kyle could never be hurt. He shoved the tray off onto a nightstand and downed the drugs with the rest of the tea, patting his belly happily before lying back down. Green eyes stared at the Kylepillar cynically, trying to figure out the best way to get into the blanket, the bottom seemed like the best point of entrance. He lifted up the edge and crawled up under the blankets, shoving his head up through the tightly bundled blankets at the top and pressing his cheek to his sleeping cousin's. And with that he closed his eyes and made himself comfortable, settling down for a long needed nap. Thread Complete |
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Post by Westley Walters-Kirkland on Oct 20, 2013 16:34:32 GMT -8
 I have a dress that's this same color. One of my favorites!
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Post by Westley Walters-Kirkland on Oct 10, 2013 18:57:27 GMT -8
Wez let out a loud squeak of fright as a dog leaped up from out of the dark and onto his chest, shoving him down to the floor with a violent thump that made his heart race and lungs scream for air. A thick accent rang out through the hallway and he started to breathe quick and shallow breaths, confusion written clearly across his face. Who was yelling?!
Some man had left a book at Carmen's cafe and he had wanted to return it, so he had asked the pretty Spanish woman about the customer and she had given the Kiwi the address. But by the time he had reached the house the man appeared to not be home, it was far out of his usual route back to the dingy little apartment so he decided to wait out on the front steps. Soon enough the once ominous dark clouds that had loomed off in the horizon on his walk over had swarmed in, and rain started to beat down onto the steps with fat drops as the temperature dropped drastically. He had shivered, pulling his arms into the sleeves of his sweater and hugging himself to try to stay warm. But the water soon soaked through that too, and he looked around for a safe place to stow the book so it wouldn't get wet. Maybe a window?
Whenever his mother cooked anything she often opened the window, the kitchen window was the most likely to be unlocked out of any other entrance to the house. Making sure the book was safe and dry under his shirt the Kiwi scampered around the house, peering in each and every window and giving a gentle little tug to be sure it wasn't open. Yet his mother was right as always, and once he reached the kitchen the window slit open without a hitch, the boy climbing in and closing it to keep the rain out. Hurriedly he had pulled the book from underneath his shirt and set it out on the counter, making sure for a second time that it was still nice and dry. Then...the dog had struck and...he...
For a moment his breath hitched and he could faintly see a figure out in the corner before white spots blurred his vision, and he panicked, a throbbing pain blossoming in the back of his head.
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Post by Westley Walters-Kirkland on Oct 3, 2013 17:09:43 GMT -8
If I don't like the llama you bring then I'm returning you and it will be your replacement.
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Post by Westley Walters-Kirkland on Sept 27, 2013 22:25:55 GMT -8
"Sure...sure..." he mumbled lazily, shifting the little drop bear up onto his chest and stroking her head. Oz's house was really different from his cramped apartment, sure it wasn't anything spectacular. He didn't have an indoor pool or a private cinema, but it was homely. The whole house said that someone lived there, even if there were still a number of unpacked boxes lying around for someone to trip over. The comforter on his bed smelled great too...he used the same detergent brand as his aunt, and his mother used that one as well. Maybe he could convince the Australian to let him move in, but then there were the cats... They hadn't really done anything wrong, and it would be cruel to make them live off in the laundry room because he couldn't stand their company. But still, the comforter smelled just like home, the Beeteater probably had aired it out earlier that day.
Now that it came to mind he hadn't had much contact with the Australian in the past few years, they used to be as thick as thieves. He only saw the elder on major holidays, but he was one of his only friends and when they were together they never split apart until it was time for the Kiwi to return home. He had even followed the Aussie into the bathroom on many occasions, and used to hold his hand while he slept. And then there were the times that he was used to help shoplift, not one of his proudest moments.
"Do I pour the tea into the honey?" he asked with a charming chuckle, shifting Matilda up onto his thigh as he rolled over to his side to reach the piping beverage. "I'll keep the marsupial, and lunch sounds grand. Can I have...eh...anything that tastes good? Or wait. I want a cheese sandwich! Or...uh..." His eyes lit up the prospect of some nice home cooked food. How could he ever go back to instant noodles after such delicacies?!
"Are you going to come join in the snooze fest after you cook?" He lifted up the blanket on the other side of the bed invitingly with his foot, an expectant brow raised. The Kiwi was being rather greedy, but he hadn't slept in the same bed as the other since he was much smaller. He was sleeping there right? The Aussie wouldn't make him call home to be picked up and shoo him out once they arrived? Hopefully he wasn't too bright on that, but an excuse was needed. "I'll just send a text to my dad and let him know that I'm over here...nearly forgot." He nervously spooned a few globs of honey into his tea and handed back the jar, planning on telling the Australian that he had texted the man while the other had made lunch. There was really no reason to question it, other than he didn't have his bag to get an imaginary phone from. "Now go, feed me and your child!"
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Post by Westley Walters-Kirkland on Sept 13, 2013 21:57:30 GMT -8
One Sheep
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Three Sheep
Oh? "Everyone is a little scared of something you know, at least it's something more convenient than being scared of people, or of ghosts. You're probably scared of something even sillier I just know it..." He let a long sigh and let his guard slip a little, it was only Kyle after all. When he was a tot and Kyle was but in his early teens they had been attached at the hip. When he in his mother were staying in Australia for a month Wez had pitifully clung to the older boy as he begged him to not leave to school. The thought of that nearly brought up a few chuckles in his chest, if not for the soft ominous mewling behind the closed door of the Living Room.
"I'm just going to cut on right to your room..." he called to the Australian once he had composed himself a little from the kitten shock "...uh...I'll clean the mark on the wall later, sorry about that." He had acted a little much like a brat hadn't he, this was Oz's house and he might as well treat it right just like Oz would his place. Keeping the comforting analogy in mind the boy located the largest bedroom and peered in curiously. It was surprisingly clean for a house kept by a nature buff, the boy shoving a rabbit or two out of the way before curling up under a blanket in an attempt to rest.
One eye lay trained on the door, waiting patiently for the kittens to be stowed away and his tea brought to the bedside simply brimming with honey. In fact it would be better if there was more honey than of the actual tea. He would drink it, and he could name at least half dozen that would be willing to as well. When he was sick his Mum always took care of everything, fussing over his hair and making him eat healthy. A piercing pain shot through his chest and he settled down, no longer watching the door."Oz.....oz?" he called out his name "tea? Don't forget it...
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Post by Westley Walters-Kirkland on Sept 12, 2013 17:49:55 GMT -8
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Post by Westley Walters-Kirkland on Sept 12, 2013 16:34:46 GMT -8
Granted. But oh dear you now flounder with far too many things to choose from!
I wish I could make my fan work.
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Post by Westley Walters-Kirkland on Sept 12, 2013 16:28:36 GMT -8
Kill-Miguel
Fuck-Lovino
Marry-Kyle
Francis, Kiku, Heracles
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Post by Westley Walters-Kirkland on Sept 12, 2013 12:59:22 GMT -8
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Oh?
He started at the shoes. The shoes obviously did not feel the need to do the same in return, nor did they have much in the way of eyes even if you did count the little holes his laces poked through. Either way there was not the slightest drop of mud or dirt or simply anything foul in sight. The stupid Australian lectured him on wiping his shoes before entering over nothing! The smartass himself had several pairs of dirt crusted trainers lying haphazardly beside the front door. Oh he would feel the wrath of a sick Kiwi, leaving him standing stunned in the doorway with a headache and chest pains,
"Oiiiii...do these trainers look dirty to you?" he called, waving one of the array of filthy shoes by it's laces. "It's not mine you git, it's yours! Clean your own bloody shoes!" Not looking pleased in the slightest the Kiwi tossed the shoe at the wall with a thump and stomped in his worn socks to the living room. "You might want to get your eyes checked...eh..."
The boy started from the doorway in stunned silence, taking a few moments to process precisely what he was seeing. He knew just what they were, but the why and the how of the soft mewling little scumbags stayed unknown, and Kyle would have to answer.
His chest rose and fell rapidly as he breathing started to become quick and shallow, Westley grabbing onto the door and slamming it shut to protect himself. There were so many cats, soft little poisonous balls of corruption rolling around on the couch and in the unlit fireplace. They wouldn't hurt him, he knew that after having been told it time after time yet still the crippling dread that the sight of one brought to his stomach was something that could not be ignored. "...Can you move them?" he asked to the door in an unusually small voice, hoping that the Australian could hear him and comply. If only he had an allergy to cats, it would be far more useful than anything else.
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Post by Westley Walters-Kirkland on Sept 11, 2013 15:21:47 GMT -8
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Oh?
It had been an uphill battle all the way, but after much pain and suffering he was finally presentable as a busty young woman at the start of the prime of her sex appeal. If he could have taken a deep breath before entering he would have, but the tape on his chest that gave the impression of cleavage seemed to have fa funny way of preventing that. The strapping young lad had been plucked, primped, and sadistically waxed into a rather good female impersonator. The boy forced himself into a pale green bikini from the lost and found, the straps tying back around his neck securely. He had even spent an agonizing ten minutes on a school computer studying how to preform the fabled 'tuck' to make it look right down below. It was all horribly uncomfortable, but over and over in his mind he chanted 'Bag for Mummy. Bag for Mummy.' like a prayer, and that kept his feet moving.
He stood by the door to the woman's changing room awkwardly, unsure as to what he should be doing. What did women do when they stood idly? Nervously he played with the straps of the swimsuit and fiddled with his hair, feeling rather silly standing there all alone. What had he been thinking?! No one would be able to tell that he was supposed to be a woman, they would all just see some random male teenager in a bikini and...
The Kiwi started to fret, a trembling at the tips of his toes as he started to clasp and unclasp his hands mechanically. He never really worried about making a fool of himself but this was something completely different. Maybe he had been just the slightest bit hasty in accepting it, if he was caught by a school official then they might revoke his scholarship for...well...there was a whole list to choose from now wasn't there. It was better to shove it to the back of his mind for now. Mummy's bag, Mummy's bag, Mummy's bag.
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Post by Westley Walters-Kirkland on Sept 9, 2013 7:36:56 GMT -8
Westley bit back a bleat as his hair was stroked, a silly little habit he had picked up as a child and somehow was unable to rid himself of. Anyways, it would just give Kyle more of a reason to tease him, and he already had plenty of ammo stockpiled up over the years to use, he didn't need something else. "Thrilled? Eh. I wouldn't say thrilled. More amused, did all the cars make you cry?" He pursed his lips in thought as he dragged his cousin along, trying to think of a proper place to get some lunch, and of course some piss. There was lots of that curry stuff all over, but something told him that it wasn't the best idea, as amusing as it would be to see if Kyle struggled with spicy food he would need him alive to pay the bill. "Uh...pub? I don't think anyone will mind an animal or two right Matilda? They would let the Ozzie eat inside like a real person." Stiffly he patted the dropbear's head, ready to pull his arm away at the slightest sign of the sharp claws digging into his skin. "I do miss my Mum...I haven't seen her in over two years you know, and she isn't really the most savvy person with technology so video chat isn't really an option. I talk to her loads on the phone though, I want to go back but I promised I wouldn't until I graduate..." It was almost as if he wilted at the mention of his beloved parent, the cheer stripped from his voice and the light dimmed in his eyes. Yet, in a few mere moments it was back, a grin on his face as he looked up at the Australian and changed the subject quickly. "I can't find any pineapple lumps here though, and I looked! So you'll have to get some of those for me...ask Auntie to send them?" He tugged him out of the zoo and looked to the other expectantly. "How did you get here then? Car? Bus? Do you know any good pubs around here? You have a house righ-..." The boy broke off, pulling down the sleeve of his sweater to hack into as he struggled to regain his breath. "Shitte...was talking too fast..." he mumbled sheepishly once the coughing fit has ceased. |
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Post by Westley Walters-Kirkland on Sept 7, 2013 21:03:54 GMT -8
It took the Kiwi a few moments to recognize the man in front of him, the other having already put two and two together with the familiar manner that his spoke the the boy in. Something about that tone, the stance of someone full of himself, and the utter stench of an overcooked ego just tipped the memory jar right over. "You...Kyle! So you are picking up little kids then, 'fraid I'm a little big to be fitting into your van then so you best be moving along. That little girl with the pink ribbons in her hair seem more of your type I'd say..." He chuckled nervously at his cousin and moved to pull him into an awkward hug, finishing off the last dregs of melted ice cream in his cup.
"Cuz...what are you doing all the way over here then? S'not like you to come out to a large city, I thought you preferred the quiet and simple. And there is much more interesting work on farms out there too don't you think? Is the money good as a vet?" He leaned down and lifted up the Koala gently in his arms, keeping her close enough to the Australian so if she started to rampage that he would nab her before too much blood was shed. He had one too many scars from the little bugger, and even though that number was none he was not willing to risk it. Shifting the animal awkwardly the Kiwi sat back down, casting a glance around the crowded zoo a he debated the best way to answer his cousin's question.
"Well...he uh...it's going well. I miss my Mum a whole lot though, but I think you would have already guessed that ages ago. How long have you been here? How's Auntie?" He hurriedly changed the subject, not wanting to dwell too long on his father and the rest of his kind. Luckily Kyle wouldn't really question such matters to the best of his knowledge, it wasn't like his relationship with his father was very interesting at all. It was just a father, and his hoard of children.
"So? I don't know about you but I am feeling rather peckish at the moment, fancy a snack? I'm nearly done here anyways and as a vet you can answer any other questions that I need to have answered on this survey." Smiling softly he gathered up the rest of his things, hardly waiting for an answer as he gave back Oz's little girl and tugged him off towards the gates. "There are a few nice pubs around here, and you can get me some beer right? It's completely legal if you get it for me being family and all." Wes felt pretty smooth, having steered the conversation quickly away from his living situation and turned it into a free meal with possible booze, who would have thought. It would be even better if he lived a little close by, or even had a house all to himself. Sometimes things just went so perfectly.
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