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If you really want to say something, say it. Words were given to you for a reason, and if your opinion obviously has to no value you wouldn't feel the need to say anything anyways, so spit it out or stop dancing around the problem immediately. Just the thought of you continuing to speak in such a vague and indirect manner makes my skin crawl and hands clammy. Quite simply you can do it again, but I may simply tear your face off. Are we clear? Good~ Let's go get a drink

Boundaries? Nah - Wes is a horribly open person, and once he sticks to an individual they would have a challenging time getting him off. He shamelessly will ask for food, favors, and companionship without seeming to have any intention of returning such things. And, if your door is left unlocked he will take it as an invitation to come inside without seeing the slightest problem in entering unannounced. He'll go into your room, rifle through your photos, and nap on your bed without the slightest sliver of permission. But...you are friends right? Well...find comfort in the fact that his family has it even worse.

Loyalty - Now while the Kiwi does still creep into your bed, eat all your snacks, and laugh at the sorry state of your closet he does expect the same treatment from you. Every favor asked of him he will most likely complete...if he doesn't forget or something more important doesn't come up. And while he does say he would share his food too when you would visit, he hasn't really revealed where he lives as of yet. To be truthful the Kiwi isn't really that loyal in mundane situations, I mean. Why would you be friends with the little fluffy freeloader anyways? Yet, when something truly vital to your existence comes up you can count on him to be on your side and support you. Isn't that a nice thought after having your privacy invaded? Do you feel violated yet? Good.

Stubborn - Similar to most of his family the little Kiwi has a head and a will made from stone. Once he makes a decision regarding much of anything you would have an easier time trying to teach a horse to ride a bear than change his mind. His mother taught him to never compromise for anything that he feels strongly about, and he has not as of yet. Whether in school with a disagreement between himself and a teacher, or a spat with his landlord, and even a little tumble with a cop now and then. He simply won't compromise, no matter what is at stake. Do note his inability to apologize is fueled by this.

Teasing - Lil' Kiwi boy is rather playful, prodding and jabbing jokingly with those he feels close and connected with. It's really a complement if he pranks you, it simply means that he is at ease about you. Now, while pranks to friends are light and joking, [unless they are drinking buddies, then all cards are on the table.] pranks towards family members are much more cutthroat. Because they are family they can't get too displeased about it, it's obvious that if they do it's a simple overreaction. So what if your bed is glued to the ceiling! It's for family!

Independence - He has a good head on his shoulders, that while even with his shortcomings he manages to fend for himself rather well. Please note the 'rather'. Wes himself is a bit of a Mama's pampered baby boy, and can hardly do his own laundry or wash a dish. This stretches to his cooking ability outside the range of instant noodles as well. As he obviously is not independent in the ways of caring for himself in the slightest, he is independent in his mindset and the way he views the world.

Sweet - Sick? Injured? Nurse Kiwi is on his way with a nice fluffy pillow and a piping bowl of canned soup he swears he made from scratch. Can;t have the people he freeloads off of bedridden for too long, where would he get snacks then?! But, he is a rather affectionate person, using an excess of physical contact to show it. If you need a person to rant about your personal problems to he is the one, especially if there are biscuits to fill the void between his teeth. 

Diligence - Want to make a treehouse? Want to blow up a cemetery? The Kiwi is one to ask. He truly enjoys the reward of working on something with his hands and having it come to fruit. Why would someone ever want to do anything else? Hard work always wins out in the face of money being thrown around, even if they money bought something nicer and more sturdy you still have the satisfaction and the skills that come from blood, sweat, and tears. 

Blunt - Do you just love the sugar coating on candy to make it slip down a little easier? The Kiwi doesn't. Well, metaphorically he doesn't, he really does like the candy coating. And how so is this? He likes to get to the center of things, greatly disliking it when people tiptoe around serious issues. They have words! Obviously there are a use for them other than mindless babbling. Also, if the Kiwi does have an issue with much of anything he will be very vocal with that dislike. Generally, don't be offended by him being pushy and insensitive, he doesn't think any lesser of you as long as you feed him.

Friendly - While so far he may seem like an actual horror to be acquainted with there has to be a reason people like him outside his charming cheeks and smile. He is actually a rather friendly an open person, often walking over to strangers and starting up a conversation or two to pass the time. The Kiwi is often charming, with a sweet laugh and a quick wit. Do note than anyone he meets in quite this matter is often not someone he ever does meet again, someone he meets at a party or two or while catching a bus he is unlikely to ever see again.

Secretive - The Kiwi won't talk about his own problems, instead liking to focus on other people. He prefers to fix them by himself, and not trouble people to go out of their way to assist him. To be quite frank he won't ever mention them, he will simply deflect any question that would lead to anything important with a joke or a question right back at them. Thought he does prefer to deal with it by himself there are quite a few times that he won't be able to, and even then as he digs himself into a deeper and deeper hole he won't ask for the slightest bit of assistance or leave any signs that he is in trouble.

+Rugby He really really wants to play it, but all he can do is sit back and watch sadly as other people run along outside
+Tea Nice and warm with some honey and milk, good for sore throats, upset stomachs, and tastes good.
+His Mummy Who doesn't like their mummy? Mummies are the most wonderful thing that can give kises goodnight and scare away the monster in the closet
+Wool Sweaters Warm, tacky, and a great fashion statement, what could be better.
+Apple Jam Warm toast slathered in spiced apple jam with a warm cup of tea on the porch in the fall...
+Carpentry Though it rather strenuous the idea of making something with his own effort and on his own merits is odly appealing.
+Filming Telling a story through his own eyes is simply fascinating, it's like giving someone a little window to his world.
+His Mummy Again [he really likes her] See reason above.

-Loud Noises They are just frightening, and when one is often home alone it is rather disturbing to hear a sound other than one you make yourself.
-Spinach It tastes like slime, horrible slimy slime with some alien goo added in. 
-Heat When you war an awful lot of thick sweaters the heat becomes your mortal enemy, turning your delightful sweaters into sweat sponges.
-Braggy People Who wants to know how fast you can run, or how much you can remember from Pi, what matters is how you use it.
-Long Waits Seriously, who likes to sit around waiting? No one.
-Showing Weakness He might be sickly but he does have his pride, often enough he won't even mention anything about being sick in the slightest, nor give any indication.

~ To become a famous filmaker He loves the camera, the way it captured people's movements and sounds simply fascinated him as a child. Even more so the more films he watched. He always wanted to tell a story in pictures, it was far more interesting than telling a story with words which everyone had a different vision of. He could show his vision! His thoughts! His interpretation and people would want to see it! What is more wonderful than that?

~To become healthy While he does like to give off the impression of being in perfectly good health he is far from it, having been sickly since he was a child. Yet, as he grew older he realized just how much it set him apart from other children, leaving him to sit on the side as the other children ran about in their Physical Education courses. He watches loads of sports on the television, and swears that once he becomes the picture of health he will become the top player in every sport just to stick it to his sickness!

~ To do well and be able to provide for a family and his mother comfortably His mother provided for him endlessly as a child [not to mention he still technically is one], and he wants to do nothing more than repay her for all those years of coddling and pukey midnight awakenings. So he does his best in school, and focuses on working hard in his out of school jobs to be able to lighten the load even if just a little bit until he can do more.

=Cats Ever since he was a child the Kiwi hated the little mewling buggers wit a passion. Apparently one of them crawled into his crib when he was but a babe and scratched him. Is it the truth? No one knows, either way keep all forms of furry felines away or you'll reduce the poor little guy to tears. Now who would want to do that?

= Anything happening to his Mum He does talk an awful lot about her, and for good reason. His Mum raised him single handed and never left him to want or need for anything. She took on a few extra jobs to support them and was always tired by the time she was home, and even so she did all the laundry, cooking, and cleaning around the house without letting her son even try to assist her. To him she is just as important as his most important thing, which happens to be her either way.

= Loneliness He may be clingy, rude, and quite a little bit of an annoyance but it's only because he is worried about being left all alone. When he was much smaller and first came to London to live with his father and the rest of his family for a bit he was always so horribly lonely and isolated from the rest. He had not been the most outgoing child, so making friends in a new place was rather tough, and he became so quiet and reserved after arriving that his mother took him right back home after he had a few anxiety related episodes. That feeling of abandonment combined with a lack of affection towards himself is still a large knot in his chest that never ceases to go away.

Wes's mother got knocked up by a married man while on holiday in London with her boyfriend. Needless to say he was surprised when he found out that the baby inside her was not his own and left her promptly. She did contact the man back in London, and with the carefree attitude that he seemed to hold towards his bastard child she felt a little irked, as if she was selling the babe for child support. So instead she rolled up her sleeves, got out the elbow grease, and started to work relentlessly up until the child's birth so she could afford to keep him.

He was born sickly, with an abnormal heartbeat and weak immune system, a child that was much more work than his mother had planned for. But even so she kept him, raising him as well as she could. By the time he was five he had been hospitalized over a dozen times, and the doctors recommended having a surgical implant in an attempt to control his arrhythmia. Having nowhere else to turn his mother sucked up her pride and called up the man she hadn't spoken to since before his birth, explaining the situation to him. Within a week he was packed up and shipped off to London, the man insisting on paying for the surgery as long as he came to live with his family for a while. Needless to say once he recovered he worked hard to avoid the whole family, hiding in closets and running off to the woods to play by himself. At first it was fun, and then he grew horribly lonely as the rest of the children avoided him once they realized that he hadn't had any intention of playing with them before. 

Soon after he started to have anxiety episodes, afterwords crying for his mother until he was blue in the face and passed out, and then even more so once he woke up. It escalated to a point that his father agreed to send him back to his mother, as there was really no other option left to deal with the fussy child.He was soon after shipped back to New Zealand, his stay in the UK not even totaling a year.


He returned to his usual life with his mother, living the same way up to secondary school where his mother wanted him to go study in the best school that he could. His grades were fairly good, so they printed out a few applications for full scholarships to various schools in english speaking countries and filled them out.

A few weeks later he received his acceptance to a school off in New York in the Untied States, and one in London. After browsing through the pamphlets they [his mother] decided on the London school, as he could live with his father and not pay for a dormitory. He was not thrilled with the idea but went along with it, his mother making all the arrangements and shipping him off right before the next term started. 

He dodged around the relative waiting at the airport and decided to head to the nearest payphone, calling his father's office and leaving a rather rude and long message in his best impression of his mother's voice, telling him to never call again and that he would not be arriving. Using the money he had been given for the year he got a dingy little apartment and a job, scrimping and pinching to get by and keep up his grades and his pride. 

Westley started up the hill home, long tucked out from a full of rugby on the beach. It had been another one of those days, where everything seemed to come out just right from absolutely nothing. It had all started with a little early morning tiki tour through the woods and down to the beach, his work having been shoved aside once again for later. The particular later he did not dwell on, it would come in its own time, and pass just the same whether he had gotten it done or not. Politics were nowhere near as exciting as exploring the island for the umpteenth time, when would his boss learn...

Yet once he had arrived at the beach the Kiwi had come across a few boys kicking around a ball and he had instantly joined in, the game quickly growing as more people wandered down aimlessly on a morning stroll. As the day progressed onward the game had only grown bigger, a few nice individuals bringing down large packed lunches for the lot of them. It was wonderful, so many people coming and going, the idle chatter pleasant and a few adventurous teenagers breaking off with a mate and heading into the woods for a snog. But soon as the day drew on they stopped coming, the people continuing to trickle away back to their homes for the night. Then he was alone on the beach, and then it was empty, Westley having already started to head home.

As he walked he fiddled with his phone, checking it for any new messages and finding it just as empty as when he had awoken. He had to admit to being rather disappointed, trailing off into the woods for a day was sure to be something that would be noticed, especially by his boss. Yet no one seemed to even mind it. They all were rather busy, yet he would have thought it would have been noticed. It was better this way though he supposed, no one to lecture him on being lazy or something like that. Sighing he ate some leftovers from the fridge and crawled into bed, his sheep already waiting for him nestled up under the blankets. "Cheers" he chattered to it while he wrapped his arms about its neck and pressed a cheek to its nose gently.

It felt like he had been asleep for only a few seconds when he was woken by his phone buzzing loudly against the wooden nightstand, Sleepily he slapped his hand to the wood, sloppily searching for the device and pulling it up to his face to read the text. His eyes narrowed from bright light of the screen and he could make out the word that he had been sent. Sheepf***er. Grimacing he thumbed his way over to the menu and paused over the question 'Do you wish to delete this message?'

He hesitated, and eventually chose against it, instead hurriedly typing a response to Australia and going right back to sleep with a smile on his lips 'Beeteater.'