glad this month is over...
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lavandarlizard2Keep in mind, though, that you have through Sunday to smack any last-minute deserving smackees. Some people have already started school again, so keep those school-related smackables on your list. ^___^
But if you try to smack a teacher, I'm pretty sure they'll smack you back. ^__~
August is not a kind month for me. Dragonette's birthday, truck registration, truck insurance, this year truck smog... *sigh* And the rent goes up on Monday. I have this headache.... it's called "life". =p
Don't be surprised if I do some compulsive posting over the weekend, here and at Spandex. >_>
Some BFB to start....
“This is so fuckin’ cool!” Michael exclaimed as they went out the front doors and across the terrace. “Nobody ever wants to hear anything I have to say. It’s always ‘now Michael’ or ‘later Michael’ or ‘we don’t discuss those things at the table Michael’. That is soooo fucked!”
“How old are you?” Duo asked curiously, making a note to himself that perhaps it wasn’t a good idea to leave this kid to his own devices. That could be how Miles came to be such a shit.
“Thirteen last month, but they all act like I’m five.” He slowed slightly, allowing Duo to come abreast of him. “Well, except for Ctik. He’s really cool, but I don’t see him very often. Like Mom said, he mostly comes and goes without us knowing.”
“You like Ctik?”
The kid glanced at him, startled. “Oh yeah. We used to do Legos when I was little. We’d build castles and he’d show me how to make stairs and secret passages and he told me a lot of family history from back in the beginning.” He shrugged, a bit embarrassed. “Dad really sold the house out from under him?”
“Apparently so…”
“Fuck. That sucks. Well, so does the college fund thing, too, I guess, but the house… That’s just… you know, mean.”
“Yes.”
“What did the Dragon guy mean about Ctik’s earth?”
“His name is Heero. It looks like Miles disposed of Ctik’s cache of native earth; whether to simply drive him away or to destroy him, I wouldn’t know.”
“`Destroy’ like in ‘kill’?”
“Yep.”
He shook his head in disgust. “Fuckin’ Christ on a damn cracker…” he muttered.
Duo found it interesting that the kid made no effort to defend his father or to disabuse him of the notion that Miles was capable of such perfidy. Very interesting.
They crossed a large swath of grass and angled around the side of the building toward a small outcropping of stone.
“You don’t seem surprised that your father would do something like this.”
Michael slowed, then stopped and turned to look at Duo. “First off, I know I’m ‘just a kid’ to adults, but I’m not an idiot. I can read, I can hear just fine, I can figure things out and Dad isn’t the best at putting stuff away. And… you know… if it’s lying around in plain sight, I’m gonna take a look. So, I know he’s a lot like Grampa Ted. Especially with money. When I was little, we had a full-time housekeeper; now we have Ms Dotson in twice a week. And I know Mom makes more money now than when I was little. But Dad’s kind of… careless… you know… And sometimes he does stuff that sounds crazy even to Breeze, and she’s not what you’d call financially savvy.”
“And you are?” Duo wondered with a smile.
“Yep.” He made a head toss-shoulder shrug gesture that suggested it was self-evident but also no big deal. “Dad got into day trading.” He rolled his eyes and sighed. “That’s so last century, but that’s Dad; always the last one to the party,” he smirked.
“Does your mother know how much you know?”
Michael shrugged again. “Probably not. Her job is pretty high-pressure and anyway, I think maybe she already knows that Dad isn’t really…”
“Honest?”
Another sigh, delivered this time while staring at his shoes. “Yeah.” He looked up at Duo. “Not anything criminal; I checked up on that, but not so ethical, either.”
“Does your dad know that you know this about him?”
He snorted. “Are you crazy?! He’d tan my hide! But he’s not a computer guy and I am, so I can kind of… well, snoop… and he doesn’t know.”
Duo shook his head, grinning. “You’d make a good investigator.”
Michael brightened. “You think? I was kind of thinking about forensics. I like to know stuff. Hey, are you a Wizard? Ctik mentioned once that he called the Wizards for help…”
“I am not a Wizard; no. I am a Magical Creature; specifically a Banshee. Heero is a Magical Creature; a Wyvern, but he is also a Wizard.”
“Cool!” He turned toward the stone outcrop. “The entrance is down here.” He pulled back some plantings and pointed to a large stone. “You only have to push on the stone and it drops down and away and then you can kind of slither into a passage.” He demonstrated and the stone did indeed open for him.
But if you try to smack a teacher, I'm pretty sure they'll smack you back. ^__~
August is not a kind month for me. Dragonette's birthday, truck registration, truck insurance, this year truck smog... *sigh* And the rent goes up on Monday. I have this headache.... it's called "life". =p
Don't be surprised if I do some compulsive posting over the weekend, here and at Spandex. >_>
Some BFB to start....
“This is so fuckin’ cool!” Michael exclaimed as they went out the front doors and across the terrace. “Nobody ever wants to hear anything I have to say. It’s always ‘now Michael’ or ‘later Michael’ or ‘we don’t discuss those things at the table Michael’. That is soooo fucked!”
“How old are you?” Duo asked curiously, making a note to himself that perhaps it wasn’t a good idea to leave this kid to his own devices. That could be how Miles came to be such a shit.
“Thirteen last month, but they all act like I’m five.” He slowed slightly, allowing Duo to come abreast of him. “Well, except for Ctik. He’s really cool, but I don’t see him very often. Like Mom said, he mostly comes and goes without us knowing.”
“You like Ctik?”
The kid glanced at him, startled. “Oh yeah. We used to do Legos when I was little. We’d build castles and he’d show me how to make stairs and secret passages and he told me a lot of family history from back in the beginning.” He shrugged, a bit embarrassed. “Dad really sold the house out from under him?”
“Apparently so…”
“Fuck. That sucks. Well, so does the college fund thing, too, I guess, but the house… That’s just… you know, mean.”
“Yes.”
“What did the Dragon guy mean about Ctik’s earth?”
“His name is Heero. It looks like Miles disposed of Ctik’s cache of native earth; whether to simply drive him away or to destroy him, I wouldn’t know.”
“`Destroy’ like in ‘kill’?”
“Yep.”
He shook his head in disgust. “Fuckin’ Christ on a damn cracker…” he muttered.
Duo found it interesting that the kid made no effort to defend his father or to disabuse him of the notion that Miles was capable of such perfidy. Very interesting.
They crossed a large swath of grass and angled around the side of the building toward a small outcropping of stone.
“You don’t seem surprised that your father would do something like this.”
Michael slowed, then stopped and turned to look at Duo. “First off, I know I’m ‘just a kid’ to adults, but I’m not an idiot. I can read, I can hear just fine, I can figure things out and Dad isn’t the best at putting stuff away. And… you know… if it’s lying around in plain sight, I’m gonna take a look. So, I know he’s a lot like Grampa Ted. Especially with money. When I was little, we had a full-time housekeeper; now we have Ms Dotson in twice a week. And I know Mom makes more money now than when I was little. But Dad’s kind of… careless… you know… And sometimes he does stuff that sounds crazy even to Breeze, and she’s not what you’d call financially savvy.”
“And you are?” Duo wondered with a smile.
“Yep.” He made a head toss-shoulder shrug gesture that suggested it was self-evident but also no big deal. “Dad got into day trading.” He rolled his eyes and sighed. “That’s so last century, but that’s Dad; always the last one to the party,” he smirked.
“Does your mother know how much you know?”
Michael shrugged again. “Probably not. Her job is pretty high-pressure and anyway, I think maybe she already knows that Dad isn’t really…”
“Honest?”
Another sigh, delivered this time while staring at his shoes. “Yeah.” He looked up at Duo. “Not anything criminal; I checked up on that, but not so ethical, either.”
“Does your dad know that you know this about him?”
He snorted. “Are you crazy?! He’d tan my hide! But he’s not a computer guy and I am, so I can kind of… well, snoop… and he doesn’t know.”
Duo shook his head, grinning. “You’d make a good investigator.”
Michael brightened. “You think? I was kind of thinking about forensics. I like to know stuff. Hey, are you a Wizard? Ctik mentioned once that he called the Wizards for help…”
“I am not a Wizard; no. I am a Magical Creature; specifically a Banshee. Heero is a Magical Creature; a Wyvern, but he is also a Wizard.”
“Cool!” He turned toward the stone outcrop. “The entrance is down here.” He pulled back some plantings and pointed to a large stone. “You only have to push on the stone and it drops down and away and then you can kind of slither into a passage.” He demonstrated and the stone did indeed open for him.
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Date: 2008-08-30 03:54 am (UTC)*chews on thumbnail nervously.
As for compulsive posting...I'll be watching eagerly.
Hope September is better for you.
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Date: 2008-08-30 04:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-08-30 05:22 am (UTC)I shouldn't say it can't get worse, because it could, but I'm hoping it'll get better instead... O.o;
^___^
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Date: 2008-08-30 05:23 am (UTC)^____^
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Date: 2008-08-31 01:22 am (UTC)But isn't it fun when they grow up enough to realise we were right? ^___^
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Date: 2008-09-01 08:22 pm (UTC)annakas
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Date: 2008-09-06 12:23 am (UTC)