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With the way Tag had been looking at him, it was as if he had disrespected someone. And he'd certainly not said something against leprechauns or Kildares or Irish people so... yeah. Alec was completely at sea when it came to figuring out what that look on Tag's face meant. Was he going to ask, though? NO.
At least the guy was smiling, though, which made Alec grin at him once he had finished laughing. See? Everything was great! Nodnod.
Oh look, Tag was channelling his inner Yoda. "Yeah? Do they give our awards at the end?" In the shape of 'BLT'? ... Nah, that wouldn't work. ... Huh? He was actually talking about techniques? Was he actually serious or was he just making things up? You could never be sure with Mr Kildare. ... Sometimes. "What kind of techniques? Surely you just... well... eat? As quickly and safely as possible?"
He also didn't understand Tag's question. Maybe. "Yeah, of course!" he said, holding up the half-munched sandwich that had been on Tag's plate moments ago, "And I can't let you eat on your own." What kind of best mate did that? Exactly. He was sure it went against all sorts of friendship rules. You just... don't do it, yeah?
Excellent. Everything was EXCELLENT in Sir Tageth's world. "Awesome! Keep it up, yeah?" Because if anything happened to the dude, Alec would not stand for it. Nope! AND he still wanted to know if there were any developments. "I'm great, thanks! I called home to Dad the other day and he sends his regards," he said, grinning at the guy, "He also said that there were two puppy corgis in the vet the other day." CORGIS! PUPPIES!
And shampoo products? "Not anything new..." he said, his grey-blue eyes flicking up to Tag's perfect hair, "How's that blonde shampoo working out for you?"
See? Nothing bad Alec. Just control your laughter was all.
AWARDS! Everything deserves an award. "
Contests, competitions, races, etc. they all have awards in the end, yeah? I guess an award would be a year's worth of supplies that make up a BLT. And, maybe a loss is well, just having a stomach full of BLTs." He answered Alec as he rubbed his own tummy. Well another loss could also be... a stomach empty of BLTs. If you catch the drift. "
Technique one." Tag displayed the sandwich he was currently eating and took large chunks of the bread and all the ingredients and chewed it quickly. "
You take quick, large bites." Gosh. Alec really needed to know this stuff. He had so much to learn about life. "
Technique two." He then grabbed the freshest, uneaten BLT and showed it to Alec. Suddenly Tag stuffed at least half of the sandwich into his mouth, chewed it a good three times- his cheeks puffing out- and swallowed loudly. "
You try to eat it with two or three whole bits."
So he was hungry. That was cool with Tag. "
Thanks for being my eating partner!" Really!
Tag would definitely keep it up. "
I will keep it up, yeah! It's an order I have to obey." He said with a grin and thumbs up. "
You called home..." It took Tag a couple of seconds to realize they had that electricity muggle room, something like that. "
I still haven't been into that muggle electricity room.. Should go in there soon." That was more of a reminder to himself. "
Well, if you talk to him soon, again, tell him I said hi. Yeah? CORGI's! And he couldn't keep them?!" He liked Alec's dad! An the fact that he worked with animals. There were usually stories to be told.
Completely normal reaction.
As soon as Alec had asked his question Tag absentmindedly touched his fluffy blonde hair. "
Fluffier. Shiner. Easy, breezy, beautiful, covergirl." Heh, grin. "
My hair is doing awesome!"