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Post by ValkoinenLeuka on Sept 6, 2016 0:49:11 GMT -5
(Hehehe i turned out to be good at it. I won a fair number of times. X3 Its competitive though.)
Why wasn't he leaving? Why was the stranger lingering?
Aarow flinched back slightly when the man made a movement toward him, but at the offer of food, he couldn't help but to lift his head and see if the offer was real. His fear subsided to more of a cautious confusion as he hesitated, his eyes moving from the bag to the man, then back. He didn't dare reach for the bag himself, half-expecting the man to pull it away and laugh at his naive nature. He gave a small nod, watching for the man's reaction.
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Post by βΎ--ΡΠ½Ρ ΟΡΞ±cβΡ on Sept 6, 2016 1:03:07 GMT -5
βYou are a queer cat.β Charles sighed, placing the bag down on the ground in front of Aarow. He took a few steps back to let him know he wasnβt going to pounce on him. βIf I was as thin as you Iβd jump at the chance of a meal.β He leaned against the building wall opposite to the one Aarow seemed to be trying to become one with, crossing his arms. βThereβs not much left though, Iβm afraid. β He watched him for a bit before adding. βDo you have a name you go by?β
This is pretty short, sorry. And on that note I should hit the hay cause I'm mostly asleep already. See you tomorrow. )
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Post by βΎ--ΡΠ½Ρ ΟΡΞ±cβΡ on Sept 6, 2016 1:08:26 GMT -5
Oh, before I go I completely forgot. cx it's always nice to win, and also get super competitive. Makes the bond with whoever you're playing with stronger lol )
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Post by ValkoinenLeuka on Sept 6, 2016 7:35:58 GMT -5
Aarow listened to the man speak in silence, still watching him carefully as he set the bag down. Once he was at a safe distance, Aarow leaned forward slowly, still cautious, and picked up the bag. He gave a slight dip of his head in thanks as he leaned back against the wall with the bag in his hand, though he didn't open it just yet since the man seemed intent on sticking around and talking to him.
"Aarow." He answered quietly. He was uncertain why the man was trying to make conversation, but he was slowly starting to think there might actually not be any malice or motive behind it. It was unusual, yes, but not impossible.
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Post by βΎ--ΡΠ½Ρ ΟΡΞ±cβΡ on Sept 8, 2016 22:05:31 GMT -5
I live again! But, gargoyles aside, sorry for not being on, Valk. xc life has been pretty hectic this week hasnβt really been one for free time. Sorry again. This might be my only post for today, just a heads up. )
"Aarow? Thatβs a rather peculiar name." Charles commented, stuffing his hands into lined trouser pockets as a strong gust of wind passed by. It was one of those dreary fall days were it seemed like rain could pour down at any moment, but never did. A day he'd much rather be spending indoors at the moment. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, not really sure how to keep the conversation going. He wasn't often in the company of children, and lacked any skill when it came to dealing, much less speaking, with them, and Aarow wasn't exactly the chattiest person he'd met. But it was better than idling away an hour or two wandering around before the sunset; as long as the boy didnβt run off he wouldn't either.
Finally he spoke. "Soβ¦is your family originally from Scathshireβ¦?" It was a bland question, the sort of idle conversation his classmates used to bore him with when they couldnβt be bothered with thinking original to to say. But it was the first thing that came to mind. It briefly occurred to him shortly after opening his mouth that the boy might not even be aware of his surname, much less his family history, but he couldn't take back what he said now.
I have no idea how Charles can get Aarow to come with him without sounding really creepy lol )
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Post by ValkoinenLeuka on Sept 8, 2016 22:34:36 GMT -5
(I understand. I don't have a free day this week.)
(PPPFT Even if it didn't sound creepy, Aarow wouldn't know how to react.)
Aarow hesitated at that. He wasn't certain why the man was questioning him, but he had no clue what he stood to gain from asking such things. "Um... I'm not sure." He replied. It was honest... He knew that he was born away from here, but he had no idea about his parents. He'd never met his father, and he'd been too young to care or ask his mother before she'd left. He couldn't remember her name, much less where she was from if she'd ever told him.
He thought he heard movement and he turned his head to find the source, only taking his eyes from the stranger for a brief second before identifying the source - a fair-sized rat, but not the biggest he'd seen - before his grip on the bag tightened and he looked back at the stranger once more. Was he supposed to ask something? How did this work?
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Post by ValkoinenLeuka on Sept 13, 2016 22:30:06 GMT -5
(Trying to get this back on my participated list)
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Post by βΎ--ΡΠ½Ρ ΟΡΞ±cβΡ on Sept 16, 2016 23:32:37 GMT -5
Iβm so sorry. Iβve been meaning to reply for days but Iβve only been able to get to my laptop late at night, and by the time could I kept falling asleep. But I think the craziness is pretty much done for now and I'll be getting back to being much more active. ) ( Lol true. Maybe heβll entice him with the promise of a meal or something. Cx Or maybe it starts raining and Charles is about to leave and ask him if he wants to come along? Lol I dunno. )
"Huhβ¦Well, I suppose that canβt be helped." Charles said, more to himself than to the boy before him. Something his mother had said once came dimly to mind. He normally drifted off during her speeches on class, of which she was always very vocal of, but a notion that had been drilled past the point of tuning out was his motherβs disgust at the lack of family history among those 'lower' than them, the 'utter lack of all family pride, or anything to be proud of, for that matter' as she had so quaintly put it on so many an occasion. She could, and often did, say more, much more, and generally had to be coaxed unto a different subject by his Father or Amelia. She had always been a strong advocate for the purity of the nobility, and Charles knew if he even thought of being involved with someone below the rank of count his mother would faint away on the spot from horror.
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Post by ValkoinenLeuka on Sept 17, 2016 0:27:44 GMT -5
(XD Aarow probably won't outright ask for anything unless its offered first. Though I'm in DnD now so i'll have to reply after)
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Post by βΎ--ΡΠ½Ρ ΟΡΞ±cβΡ on Sept 17, 2016 0:46:22 GMT -5
Maybe it starting to rain and Charles bringing him back is our best bet then cx and ok c: take your time.
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Post by ValkoinenLeuka on Sept 17, 2016 1:51:43 GMT -5
(Alright Game just ended so I'm starting my reply )
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Post by ValkoinenLeuka on Sept 17, 2016 1:58:26 GMT -5
Aarow kept his eyes on the pavement at his toes, not certain what he was supposed to do to respond to that. He adjusted his position to sit a little more comfortably, or really as comfortably as he was able to on the hard ground. As much as he appreciated the handout, he wasn't certain why the man was hanging around and talking to him. Would he be upset if he asked? It wasn't anything more than an honest question, but it could be taken the wrong way so easily...
He started to lower his head a bit when a fat drop of water hit the top of his head. At first he thought it was just his imagination, but another drop fell, landing only inches from the first. A slow rain started, though the weight of the drops and dark of the clouds above hinted that the sprinkle could become a heavy shower in moments. He tried to scoot himself back a bit to get under the edge of the building's roof, but he didn't really have much room to move at this point.
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Post by βΎ--ΡΠ½Ρ ΟΡΞ±cβΡ on Sept 18, 2016 22:55:43 GMT -5
Charles contemplated whether or not to make a timely exit. The boy didnβt seem too keen on his company and at this point he wasn't willing to force him to keep it. Besides, there was a quince pie his mother had requested for tonight's dinner sitting somewhere in the kitchens, just begging to be placed and served, to himself, of course.
He was about to utter some word or other of farewell to excuse himself of the alley when the first drops of rain fell heavy upon his brushed back hair. The shower quickly increased to a downpour and Charles muttered an oath under his breath, unbuttoning his jacket and pulling his arms out of the sleeves hurriedly. He pulled it over his head, creating a sort of cape, to protect his already sodden head from any further onslaught, despite the damage already being done. He was turned North to escape to the safety of his car when an odd notion over took him. He swung on his heels, to face Aarow once more.
"You don't have any place to sleep or anyone to look after you, right? How would you like a nice hot meal and place to stay out of this deluge?"
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Post by ValkoinenLeuka on Sept 19, 2016 21:35:41 GMT -5
Aarow lifted his head at the offer, a little confused why someone of his status would give him such a thing. The promise of food and shelter made him want to agree immediately, but he was a little skeptical the offer came without a price of some sort. He meant to ask what the catch was, but when he opened his mouth to speak, he blurted. "Please."
Shut up, mouth! His face turned a bit red as he tried to regain himself. It was sort of hard to back out now, and he wasn't sure he wanted to. Maybe it was genuine and he'd actually have a few hours to not worry. The nobleman didn't look like he wanted to hang around and answer his suspicions anyways. He could try to figure this all out on the way, and if he felt unsure, he could find a way out and flee.
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Post by ValkoinenLeuka on Oct 10, 2016 15:37:01 GMT -5
(I'll be here for this still.)
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