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Tazenhani · 01-17-2010, 01:36 AM

SPOILER!!: Chaucer, Arya, Allison

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Originally Posted by grangerfan8

"Great, you'll love it. I swam this morning and it was wonderfull, reminded me of home." She took a sip of her drink still looking out the window daydreaming about home and what everyone was doing by now.

Tearing her gaze from the window she looked at Allison wisper about the Chaucer. She looked Chaucer over with slight amusement. He didn't act mean like Allison said Kellen did. So she didn't see the need to be bothered by the small factor of them being related.Taking the candy she stuffed it into her bag."Thanks, i'll save it for latter."

"Sounds nice...the community not the neighbor."She lazily siped her drink, peting Perseus with her free hand. "So does every dress and speak like you?" She said this with ginuine curiosity as she looked at him with wondering eyes.She didn't want to affend him but she couldn't hold back her curiosity anylonger.

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Originally Posted by Vinegar Tom

Bullying?! Well, he'd have to find Kellen again and give him a proper talking to. Likely the father's influence; the big brute always disliked Chaucer's way of dealing with things and more often than not instructed his will counteracted his own. "Be sure I'll be speaking with him then. Picking on a young girl is no way to act, none at all! My, he's so impressionable." He lifted a hand delicately to his face and gave a little sigh. Chaucer had been worried for himself, but if what this girl said was true than Kellen was the one that may be heading for disaster! I will guide you, dear cousin, along the path of the righteous! This thought was completely interrupted, never to be seen again, when the girl followed with the words that rang poetically in his ears "your hair... it's so beautiful". He supressed the grin of pride that was welling in his chest with great difficulty, barely managing to play a reserved smirk of confidence on his thin mouth instead.

"Thank you dear, thank you. It's quite good, I know!" He padded his hair fondly before noticing the obvious distress on the girl's face. "Ah, but I have the wealth to access only the best products so I really have no excuse... Oh! I have just the thing!" From his leather satchel-that-was-not-a-purse, Chaucer took out a small spray bottle. With small rapid steps, he went up behind her and pulled her hands out of her hair -"You'll only muss it that way". He ungloved his hands and, with impressive speed, squirted a few quick spurts onto her hair, running through it with his spindley fingers. He looked up at Arya while he fussed...

"Mercy, I should say not! No, they all dress in whatever happens to be expensive at the time and displayed in a shop window. I've seen periods where they outdo myself in their dress followed immediately by periods of such modesty, it feels rather like the depression has sunk in! Such is the way of those who have no idea what drives them. It must be a sad existence." Though this may have been true, he smiled nonetheless. Chaucer, in a way, actually liked how everyone else at home dressed the same; it left less work for him to appear unique. Often a simple hat would do the trick, though he preferred a more complete ensemble when possible.

He looked down at the girl whose hair he was still working with. "La la, almost forgot about you I did! I think we're done here though, yes..." Chaucer gave a discerning stare at it for a moments before confirming with a steady nod. "In weather like this, I often have to spray myself a few times a day. Little trade secret you can put under your cap." He gave a wink that came off more effeminate than he probably intended.

Managing not to choke on his bacon and swallow it back, although still rather unchewed, Sabel gave Arya a small smile and nod. "How cold is the water here. Because back in Canada in the mountains the water is free---"

He blinked rapidly as Chaucer removed a spray bottle from his...err...bag. And then he stared. He simply stared at Allison and Chaucer. Why she was letting Chaucer run his fingers through her hair was beyond him. But of more interest was to why he was carying hairspray in his bag; besides that it was Chaucer and he probably sported a hairdryer in there as well. Not one to be particularly timid around his friends, Sabel latched a finger on the lip of the bag and peered in. "Gosh man. What else do you have in here? The bathroom sink?"

01-17-2010, 01:36 AM	#60 (permalink)
Tazenhani DMLE & DoM Doxy Join Date: Oct 2009 Posts: 6,150 Hogwarts RPG Name: Amur Neverwinter Fourth Year	~ Rise and Rise Again, Until Lambs become Lions ~ SPOILER!!: Chaucer, Arya, Allison Quote: Originally Posted by grangerfan8 "Great, you'll love it. I swam this morning and it was wonderfull, reminded me of home." She took a sip of her drink still looking out the window daydreaming about home and what everyone was doing by now. Tearing her gaze from the window she looked at Allison wisper about the Chaucer. She looked Chaucer over with slight amusement. He didn't act mean like Allison said Kellen did. So she didn't see the need to be bothered by the small factor of them being related.Taking the candy she stuffed it into her bag."Thanks, i'll save it for latter." "Sounds nice...the community not the neighbor."She lazily siped her drink, peting Perseus with her free hand. "So does every dress and speak like you?" She said this with ginuine curiosity as she looked at him with wondering eyes.She didn't want to affend him but she couldn't hold back her curiosity anylonger. Quote: Originally Posted by Vinegar Tom Bullying?! Well, he'd have to find Kellen again and give him a proper talking to. Likely the father's influence; the big brute always disliked Chaucer's way of dealing with things and more often than not instructed his will counteracted his own. "Be sure I'll be speaking with him then. Picking on a young girl is no way to act, none at all! My, he's so impressionable." He lifted a hand delicately to his face and gave a little sigh. Chaucer had been worried for himself, but if what this girl said was true than Kellen was the one that may be heading for disaster! I will guide you, dear cousin, along the path of the righteous! This thought was completely interrupted, never to be seen again, when the girl followed with the words that rang poetically in his ears "your hair... it's so beautiful". He supressed the grin of pride that was welling in his chest with great difficulty, barely managing to play a reserved smirk of confidence on his thin mouth instead. "Thank you dear, thank you. It's quite good, I know!" He padded his hair fondly before noticing the obvious distress on the girl's face. "Ah, but I have the wealth to access only the best products so I really have no excuse... Oh! I have just the thing!" From his leather satchel-that-was-not-a-purse, Chaucer took out a small spray bottle. With small rapid steps, he went up behind her and pulled her hands out of her hair -"You'll only muss it that way". He ungloved his hands and, with impressive speed, squirted a few quick spurts onto her hair, running through it with his spindley fingers. He looked up at Arya while he fussed... "Mercy, I should say not! No, they all dress in whatever happens to be expensive at the time and displayed in a shop window. I've seen periods where they outdo myself in their dress followed immediately by periods of such modesty, it feels rather like the depression has sunk in! Such is the way of those who have no idea what drives them. It must be a sad existence." Though this may have been true, he smiled nonetheless. Chaucer, in a way, actually liked how everyone else at home dressed the same; it left less work for him to appear unique. Often a simple hat would do the trick, though he preferred a more complete ensemble when possible. He looked down at the girl whose hair he was still working with. "La la, almost forgot about you I did! I think we're done here though, yes..." Chaucer gave a discerning stare at it for a moments before confirming with a steady nod. "In weather like this, I often have to spray myself a few times a day. Little trade secret you can put under your cap." He gave a wink that came off more effeminate than he probably intended. Managing not to choke on his bacon and swallow it back, although still rather unchewed, Sabel gave Arya a small smile and nod. "How cold is the water here. Because back in Canada in the mountains the water is free---" He blinked rapidly as Chaucer removed a spray bottle from his...err...bag. And then he stared. He simply stared at Allison and Chaucer. Why she was letting Chaucer run his fingers through her hair was beyond him. But of more interest was to why he was carying hairspray in his bag; besides that it was Chaucer and he probably sported a hairdryer in there as well. Not one to be particularly timid around his friends, Sabel latched a finger on the lip of the bag and peered in. "Gosh man. What else do you have in here? The bathroom sink?"