03-01-2017, 09:22 PM
(This post was last modified: 03-01-2017, 09:41 PM by dame.)
[align=center][div style="width: 400px"][justify] "Sel" "Aaron" "Lessa"
She really hoped no one got the wrong idea about all this. But realistically, at least one of them would and she'd have to kill them with a look, which would only make whoever it was think it was true and that she didn't want them talking about it. But no, John was her manservant, not her boyfriend, not her sex slave, her manservant. Christ, she was already predicting disaster.
Striding up to her family's house, not bothering to make sure John was behind her as she made her way to the door and shoved it open. To no one's surprise, Aaron was eating some cereal at the bar in the kitchen and Lessandra was probably off in some corner with a book about lesbians or something. "Ey, where y'all at? I'm back and I brought Whiskers."
When the door opened, Aaron looked up in surprise, his spoon halfway to his mouth. Damn, Sel was back? Hopping off the barstool he headed into the forte where she was standing with a strange guy wearing a... cat's skin? Jesus, of course this was the guy she decided to bring home, one that was probably bats**t. Kind of cute, but probably bats**t.
"Welcome back, Sel. Hi, uh, Whiskers?" Should he shake his hand? It was rude not to, but offering felt just as awkward. F**k it, he couldn't keep fidgeting with his hands so he raised his in an offer for the other guy to shake.
Sel's guess that Lessa was reading about lesbians was accurate, though the assumption that she was in a corner was wrong. Actually, the young woman was reading on her bed, enjoying the quiet until she heard her older sister yelling downstairs. With a sigh she marked her place and got up, sadly leaving the book behind.
Downstairs Sel was smirking and Aaron was attempting to shake hands with a stranger. Whiskers? Was that what Sel had called him? Lessa supposed she could sort of see why, what with the cloak. Still, weird name. "Hi."
//I might keep doing my posts like this but maybe not idk
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[align=center][div style="width: 400px"][justify] "John" "Isabel"
John didn't really expect to have Sel drag him to what she claimed was her family; but then again, he didn't really expect most of the things Sel did. John kept a decent pace, his body strong enough to trot alongside Sel for what felt like miles without any rest or stop.
When they did finally stop, it was in front of a house. Sel showed no signs of caring about their surroundings as she threw open the door and started calling out. He shuffled behind her and drew his cloak closer nervously.
A few people started approaching, all of them giving him suspicious glances. He huffed quietly as one of them, a guy, approached and stuck his hand out. Were they supposed to shake hands? Been a while since he'd done that..
John shook the guy's hand awkwardly, recoiling as quickly as he could while still being polite. These people were Sel's family? He could sort of see the resemblance; none of them were as excitable as her though.
"I prefer John, actually. Sel just likes to call me Whiskers." He stated before going silent, hoping one of these people would lead the conversation.
Isabel heard the call and she couldn't really believe it, but at the same time she could; this was Sel, after all. She'd been curled up in her room when the call rang out, writing in her super secret diary. She used to scribble little notes in there for Sel, since she'd been fifty percent sure that her eldest sister read her diary, but she'd stopped when Sel left.
Did this mean she was back for real? Isabel hoped so; she missed Sel. She jumped off her bed and dropped her diary on her bedside table before racing downstairs, dashing past Lessa. She noticed Sel had brought a weird guy with her, but she didn't pay him much mind; instead, she threw her arms open and tried to pull Sel into a hug.
"Sel! Where've you been?"
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[align=center][div style="width: 400px"][justify] "Sel" "Aaron" "Lessa"
Predictability was boring, and if there was one thing Sel hated above all else, it was being bored. Therefore she had to do whatever it took to remove any predictability from her life - though not everything had to be spontaneous, plans were sometimes important.
Sel grinned as Isabel hugged her, returning it happily. She did sometimes like taking a peek in both of her sister's diaries, and her brother's "journal". Basically she was a huge snoop and there was no escaping it for her siblings. "Don't listen to him, his name's Whiskers." Sel said, trying to ruffle Isabel's hair. "I've been in the Badlands, sweetie. You wanna say hi to the cat-man?"
Aaron was honestly a bit grateful that the handshake was a brief one. He might be at ease around Sel more than most anyone else, but the people she liked surrounding herself with... not so much.
"Nice to meet you, John, I'm Aaron." Sel huffed, but Aaron ignored her, deciding to take half a step back. "Can we get you anything to drink?" Hopefully - that'd land him back by his food.
So he had a proper name and Whiskers was just a nickname Sel picked? That made sense. Lessa had started to descend the stairs when Isabel bolted past her to fling herself at Sel, so the middle girl paused, only now beginning to actually join them in the room.
"Lessandra." She said simply, awkwardly deciding to follow Aaron's lead and offer her hand for John to shake.
[align=center] I wanna be your happiness I wanna be your common sense pain Wrap your head in a [glow=#684460,2,300]picket fence[/glow] Rebuild after the hurricane [abbr=this user is trailhead's miss american pye — aporia has tip toed in here, peed on all your things, and then deathdropped through the floor into hell — you've been poked by fangs — crows cleaned up apoira's pee and threw chocolate at you — joey baked you yummy cookies — firebird is definitely building a nest here — you have been bitten by a wild eskie (but w love though) — skullcrow has built u a pillow fort — vid sat on your head for about ten seconds before flying away — rev loves you — hoot hoot — you are my wife / you're my wife / boogie woogie woogie — hoot tried making a nest but got burnt zoinks — darwin gave you a kees — joey loves you <3]![/abbr] —
[align=center][div style="width: 400px"][justify] "John" "Isabel"
John stepped back as someone.. Launched themselves at her. Well, there had to be someone who shared her enthusiasm within this family; it had to be genetic, he wouldn't accept anything else. He repressed a sigh as another person came in - Lessandra, what a weird name - for a handshake.
He might as well humor them. He shook Lessandra's hand before drawing away awkwardly, still nervous but slightly more relaxed. At least Sel's family was decent and not trying to kill and eat him or some shit.
"I'm not even going to bother with correcting you." John groaned at Sel. "Nice to meet you both, and yes I'd love a drink." If they were going to offer him free food, he was not going to refuse.
Isabel let out a giggle as Sel ruffled her hair, a grin taking ahold of her face and not letting go. She clung to her sister happily as she tried to make up for months worth of lost hugging-time. She glanced at "Whiskers", uncertainty weeding its way into her good mood. He looked kind of crazy, but most of the wanderers looked crazy.
"Um.. Hi mister." She mumbled before turning back to Sel shyly. "Badlands? That place doesn't sound nice. You're gonna stay here now, right?"
[align=center][div style="overflow: hidden; font-size: 12pt; color: #646464; font-family: georgia"]I need to save you, but who's going to save me?
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[align=center][div style="width: 400px"][justify] "Sel" "Aaron" "Lessa"
Sel would have laughed if John voiced his belief - it certainly wasn't genetic; neither of their parents were enthusiastic and Lessa and Aaron were chill. But really, what could she say about anything? She insisted Whiskers was his actual name.
"It's not really that nice." Sel admitted with a shrug. "But I am living with the only nice guy there." At Lessandra's look, she rolled her eyes. "Not my boyfriend. His." She jerked her head towards John, a s**t-eating grin on her face. Oh boy, his reaction to that couldn't be anything less than gold. "Well... I'll be back and forth." It was hard to tell her littlest sister that she wasn't quite as "back" as she would have liked, but it was the truth.
Ah, yes, back to the food, exactly what Aaron was hoping to hear. Flashing John a smile, he waved his hand for their guest to follow him to the kitchen. It was pretty clean and organized in there, other than Aaron's cereal at the bar.
"What would you like to drink?" He asked, glancing at Sel in surprise when she said she was living with John's boyfriend. What... kind of arrangement was that? F**king hell, his sister always landed herself in the weirdest of situations.
Lessandra crossed her arms awkwardly - she could try to make conversation but without knowing John and what he liked talking about, all she could imagine was a painful conversation for at least one of them. Goddamn, Sel, now would be a good time to direct things.
Well... that was a place to take it, she supposed, hanging at the back of the group as they moved into the kitchen. Sel's smile and the way she was looking at John implied that she was full of s**t, so Lessa followed her gaze to the cloaked visitor to see if it was true or not.
//ew this is crap
[align=center] I wanna be your happiness I wanna be your common sense pain Wrap your head in a [glow=#684460,2,300]picket fence[/glow] Rebuild after the hurricane [abbr=this user is trailhead's miss american pye — aporia has tip toed in here, peed on all your things, and then deathdropped through the floor into hell — you've been poked by fangs — crows cleaned up apoira's pee and threw chocolate at you — joey baked you yummy cookies — firebird is definitely building a nest here — you have been bitten by a wild eskie (but w love though) — skullcrow has built u a pillow fort — vid sat on your head for about ten seconds before flying away — rev loves you — hoot hoot — you are my wife / you're my wife / boogie woogie woogie — hoot tried making a nest but got burnt zoinks — darwin gave you a kees — joey loves you <3]![/abbr] —
[align=center][div style="width: 400px"][justify] "John" "Isabel"
John started following behind Aaron, brushing past Sel in favor of focusing on the person offering him free food. He froze when he heard Sel refer to Mettaton as a "nice guy" and also as his boyfriend. What the fuck? Honestly, he didn't know what he'd expected from her.
"Not my boyfriend, jesus christ he's tried to kill me before." John snapped at her as he pulled up his hood to attempt to hide how he was blushing. He didn't like Metta at all, he just blushed when he got embarrassed; still, everybody would probably get the wrong idea.
"Something strong enough to last until I get home." John half-joked in response to Aaron's question. He still had to tolerate Sel for the journey home; now that he was thinking about this, this had been a horrible idea.
Isabel frowned at Sel's explanation; living with a guy? back and forth? He was Whiskers' boyfriend? Why.. Why wouldn't she just stay here? It'd be so much simpler and better if she stayed here. Isabel looked at the ground sadly, trying not to get too upset that her biggest sister wasn't going to stick around for long.
"You'll come for my birthday though, right? And for Lessa's? And Aaron's?" Isabel asked. "And.. Why are you even staying there?"
[align=center][div style="overflow: hidden; font-size: 12pt; color: #646464; font-family: georgia"]I need to save you, but who's going to save me?
[abbr=n/a]characters[/abbr] ++ [abbr=darky is the best little sib - pyre; tiddy - crows; how bad can i be - zodiac; #swiggity swooty I tolerate Hooty]staff ;p[/abbr]
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