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ginothepyro replied to your post: /Rather suddenly Miriam would feel a giant form clinging to her, almost completely engulfed in his frame that shook with laughter in anticipation of what he was about to say./ Hey baby, ya tell yer boyfriend about me yet?
/Snorts and rocks with even louder mirth from the delightful squeal./ Is dat right, he sounds pretty scary.. Dough I think I can take him, an’ I can always use youse as a meat shield! /snakes a hand around to snatch one of hers into his grasps/——
*Her natural response to damn near any affection from his is almost always laughter for a while, so, still giggling, she lets him take her hand without a fuss and nods.*
Shua. A course, nat scerry fo’ me, but you bettah nat fight him! Nat shua I could beah if eiddah of you ste hurt! *she drops her head back against him dramatically as she speaks, throwing her free hand over her forehead in a troubled swoon before the meat shield bit registers, and she rolls a shoulder back to nudge him*
‘Ey, bettah nat use me fo’ a shield! I ste too small fo’ stand a chance!
Shh don’t youse worry yer pretty lil head lady. ‘M an honorable fightah, we’ll thumb wrestle fer yer hand. /takes a gallant pose, free hand pressed into his hip, chin turned upward to the ceiling/ An’ I’ll have youse know M da champ when it comes ta thumb wrestlin’. Undefeated in all my bouts, dere’s absolutely no way I can lose ya.
/grins and snickers away at her recognizing of his plans/ Nah babe, yer a perfect shield.. If I crouch down, nobody will even notice ‘m heah. /with that he proceeds to loosen his snuggle hold on her to crouch down. As expected, she serves about as well of a meat shield as she did a window, but where was the fun in that?/ See, can’t even tell.
*Titters and idly runs her fingers along the arm of his latched around her*
So, tink you wen win if I wen challenge you fo’ a tumb match?
*Her quiet giggles morph into outright laughter as he ducks down behind her, though, and she twists around to tap him on the head before suddenly tipping herself backwards toward him in a fake swoon.*
You jus’ wan’ fo’ hurt me! Ipo’lei! I tought you wen loved me!
Dunno bout dat, mean ya got dem nimble fingahs, ya could probably tie mine in knots. Dough I got dese big ole things, dey gotta come in handy fah somethin, like engulfing fingahs.
/His mouth forms a fake gasp as he throws out his arm gallantly to save her from a achy rear’d fate, biting his bottom lip to stifle the laughter that threatened to break through and expose his cleverly crafted persona./
I love ya fine, but look at dis face babe. I gotta protect da bread an’ buttah.. I mean ya don’t get dis handsome all the time.
/Puts on a stereotypical pretty boy pout and tilts his head to the side ‘seductively’ flipping imaginary locks/
ginothepyro replied to your post: /Rather suddenly Miriam would feel a giant form clinging to her, almost completely engulfed in his frame that shook with laughter in anticipation of what he was about to say./ Hey baby, ya tell yer boyfriend about me yet?
/Snorts and rocks with even louder mirth from the delightful squeal./ Is dat right, he sounds pretty scary.. Dough I think I can take him, an’ I can always use youse as a meat shield! /snakes a hand around to snatch one of hers into his grasps/——
*Her natural response to damn near any affection from his is almost always laughter for a while, so, still giggling, she lets him take her hand without a fuss and nods.*
Shua. A course, nat scerry fo’ me, but you bettah nat fight him! Nat shua I could beah if eiddah of you ste hurt! *she drops her head back against him dramatically as she speaks, throwing her free hand over her forehead in a troubled swoon before the meat shield bit registers, and she rolls a shoulder back to nudge him*
‘Ey, bettah nat use me fo’ a shield! I ste too small fo’ stand a chance!
Shh don’t youse worry yer pretty lil head lady. ‘M an honorable fightah, we’ll thumb wrestle fer yer hand. /takes a gallant pose, free hand pressed into his hip, chin turned upward to the ceiling/ An’ I’ll have youse know M da champ when it comes ta thumb wrestlin’. Undefeated in all my bouts, dere’s absolutely no way I can lose ya.
/grins and snickers away at her recognizing of his plans/ Nah babe, yer a perfect shield.. If I crouch down, nobody will even notice ‘m heah. /with that he proceeds to loosen his snuggle hold on her to crouch down. As expected, she serves about as well of a meat shield as she did a window, but where was the fun in that?/ See, can’t even tell.
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If she’s bad enough ta make youse hold a grudge.. Den ‘m thinkin’ she’s not gonna be good eggs evah, bad people make good people as friends all da time it ain’t like it’s some rare occurrence.
S’not like it’s even yer problem, jus’ cuz ya know somebody doesn’t mean ya gotta be deir keepah Mimzy.
Yeah, Jenny wen sead dat, but… Nat even dat really what I ste worried ovah. Not all da weah, at leas’. Planny a good folk what make bad friends ste good at holdin’ deir own… Dis gal, Avery, she jus’ seem… Like da kine a person…
*slumps*
I jus’ feel like dis ste one a dose tings what I gotta do somedin’ about. If I nat seah ennydin’ about it an’ somedin’ bad gon’ happen… Well… Cuz, I know what she kin do, or did, an’. Nat gon’ seah or try ste almos’ as bad as lettin’ her get aweah wit’ it.
I jus’ need fo’ know I wen did somedin’ about it. But I. I mean, I ste planny shua she nevah wen cheanged at all, considerin’ a few folk an’ me ste undah da impression dat scout wen da one what wen burn da beases.
*And now she’s just confusing herself more, the longer she thinks about it. She knows what’s bothering her, she feels it… articulating it is another matter entirely. It’s a miracle that she hasn’t dissolved out of English entirely at this point, honestly.*
Well dere’s nothin ya can do can ya? You know how people get, dey’re convinced dat dey’re seein’ somethin dey rest a’ us ain’t. Dere ain’t gonna be no convincing her dat her friend is bad fa her, we jus’ don’t undahstand, dat’s da way most abusive relationships work sadly. /pats his lap lightly, beckoning her to him, shooting her a kind and reassuring smile./
Da only thing we can do is wait fa dis Avery chick ta get it tagethah herself and realize dis broad is bad news. Gettin’ involved would probably only bring bad shit down onta yer head, and wese don’t need no conflict outsida da stuff we got going on now yanno?
*She rakes both hands through her hair*
Abusive… I. Guess I nat wen tought a it dat weah. Still… She seems so, well nat normal, but. *exhaling in a frustrated huff, she relents and takes a seat on him, resting her forehead on his shoulder.*
Mebbe. Doh… Nat kin meake enny promises dat I nat gon’ intafeah if I catch on fo’ somedin’ an’ kin do somedin’ about it. Jus’… ceahfully; ste outta big trouble fo’ you, heh.
… Unless…
*No, that’ll just lead to problems on a much larger scale. Best to drop that thought right there. She lifts her head to look at him.*
‘Ey. Unwine wit’ me? Sometimes a few hits nat oughtta ste saved fo’ jus’ a good deah…
Hmmmm.. Thank ya Mimzy.
/bites his bottom lip, and nibbles on his lip nervously, she had been asking for a while and he didn’t know if he could turn her down anymore. Especially when it would help her calm herself from such a huge stir. He takes a deep breath, before nodding his head/
Sure why not.. I guess I can give it a try, I mean.. It ain’t like I ain’t had my vices before yanno?
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Yeah… Yeah?
/huffs as he stares at her, wondering why this was eating her so much. Obviously she didn’t enjoy whatever the hell was going on, he just wished she’d spit it out already so he could say something to cheer her up./
I don’t think I have, Miriam.. What’s happenin’. What ah youse freakin out ovah?
Dat scout ste… a terrible person. I mean it. I nat ste da kine a person fo’ gon’ hold onta a grudge, you know dat… Hell, I even wen got ovah dat bus’ness wit’ da rabbit girl, but. Jus’ trust me, she ste what you like fo’ call “bad eggs” an’. An’ Avery ste tinkin’ dat she ste her friend, an’… Dis girl nat ste da kine a folk what get friends. Nat when I wen steationed wit’ her, at leas’.
But den, what if tings wen cheanged since da las’ time I wen see her? Folk cheange all da time on dis job, sometimes fo’ da bettah, and… Avery seems like a really nice gal, an’ she wen known da scout moah recently.
Ack! *rubs her eyes frantically*
Da hell I oughtta do? Intahvene? Let it go?
If she’s bad enough ta make youse hold a grudge.. Den ‘m thinkin’ she’s not gonna be good eggs evah, bad people make good people as friends all da time it ain’t like it’s some rare occurrence.
S’not like it’s even yer problem, jus’ cuz ya know somebody doesn’t mean ya gotta be deir keepah Mimzy.
Yeah, Jenny wen sead dat, but… Nat even dat really what I ste worried ovah. Not all da weah, at leas’. Planny a good folk what make bad friends ste good at holdin’ deir own… Dis gal, Avery, she jus’ seem… Like da kine a person…
*slumps*
I jus’ feel like dis ste one a dose tings what I gotta do somedin’ about. If I nat seah ennydin’ about it an’ somedin’ bad gon’ happen… Well… Cuz, I know what she kin do, or did, an’. Nat gon’ seah or try ste almos’ as bad as lettin’ her get aweah wit’ it.
I jus’ need fo’ know I wen did somedin’ about it. But I. I mean, I ste planny shua she nevah wen cheanged at all, considerin’ a few folk an’ me ste undah da impression dat scout wen da one what wen burn da beases.
*And now she’s just confusing herself more, the longer she thinks about it. She knows what’s bothering her, she feels it… articulating it is another matter entirely. It’s a miracle that she hasn’t dissolved out of English entirely at this point, honestly.*
Well dere’s nothin ya can do can ya? You know how people get, dey’re convinced dat dey’re seein’ somethin dey rest a’ us ain’t. Dere ain’t gonna be no convincing her dat her friend is bad fa her, we jus’ don’t undahstand, dat’s da way most abusive relationships work sadly. /pats his lap lightly, beckoning her to him, shooting her a kind and reassuring smile./
Da only thing we can do is wait fa dis Avery chick ta get it tagethah herself and realize dis broad is bad news. Gettin’ involved would probably only bring bad shit down onta yer head, and wese don’t need no conflict outsida da stuff we got going on now yanno?
oahu-blu-bonfire replied to your post: *rubs the bridge of her nose in mild distress* Ipo’lei… you get a minute?Da scout on our team… an’ dat oddah pyro we get. I… I know dat scout. From befoah. Kine a nat shua what fo’ do about dis at all.Whoah.. Slow down dere Mim, yer not makin’ no sorts a sense.. What happened? What happened ta dose two? /tilts his head, wondering what was making her so antsy/
Ah *rubs the bridge a little harder, eyes tightly shut*. Okeah.
So… We get dis one scout on out team, yeah? Name ste Abigail Brighton. I wen knew her back at my firs’ steation, an’ I know from all a dat what kine a person she ste. An’ our oddah pyro, she ste friends or somedin’ wit’ dat scout an’… You wen met Avery?
Yeah… Yeah?
/huffs as he stares at her, wondering why this was eating her so much. Obviously she didn’t enjoy whatever the hell was going on, he just wished she’d spit it out already so he could say something to cheer her up./
I don’t think I have, Miriam.. What’s happenin’. What ah youse freakin out ovah?
Dat scout ste… a terrible person. I mean it. I nat ste da kine a person fo’ gon’ hold onta a grudge, you know dat… Hell, I even wen got ovah dat bus’ness wit’ da rabbit girl, but. Jus’ trust me, she ste what you like fo’ call “bad eggs” an’. An’ Avery ste tinkin’ dat she ste her friend, an’… Dis girl nat ste da kine a folk what get friends. Nat when I wen steationed wit’ her, at leas’.
But den, what if tings wen cheanged since da las’ time I wen see her? Folk cheange all da time on dis job, sometimes fo’ da bettah, and… Avery seems like a really nice gal, an’ she wen known da scout moah recently.
Ack! *rubs her eyes frantically*
Da hell I oughtta do? Intahvene? Let it go?
If she’s bad enough ta make youse hold a grudge.. Den ‘m thinkin’ she’s not gonna be good eggs evah, bad people make good people as friends all da time it ain’t like it’s some rare occurrence.
S’not like it’s even yer problem, jus’ cuz ya know somebody doesn’t mean ya gotta be deir keepah Mimzy.
I..
I know.
/hangs head in shame/
More cooking in the kitchen with Gino.
