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rekindleme2013-08-19 12:42 am
smallspot) wrote in rekindleme2013-08-19 12:42 am
A Story and a Song...
Who: Diarmuid Ua Duibhne (smallspot ) and anyone who wants to run into a cute little kid.
Where: An open grassy area near Building One.
When: 8-19, in the afternoon
Format: Starting in prose, but please use whatever you want to reply!
Summary: There are a lot of fun ways to spend a warm afternoon, though, for a bitty knight the best way to spend it is...training! Oh, and sometimes stopping to sing songs to his 'family.'
Warnings: Cuteness?
For once Diarmuid is using his cloak as something other than a blanket. Right now, he is carefully spreading it out on the grass so that he can set his new toys on it. With him are three small stuffed animals he got at the end of the festival--two adult swans and a baby one.
"Here is the father swan," Diarmuid carefully sets the first of the adult swans onto the cloak--the one he has picked to represent his foster father, Aengus. He then sets the other adult swan next to the first, this one representing his foster mother, Caer, "And here is the mother swan! And here is the baby swan who isn't lost anymore!" The boy sets the baby swan in front of the two adults and then jumps up and claps his hands happily.
"Now the whole family is together again! Watch me, Father! Watch me, Mother! I'll show you what everyone has been teaching me while I've been away!" The boy bows to the toys and then picks his practice sword up off the ground. He takes a few steps away before starting to practice the new sword moves he's been taught by Suzaku and some of the others who have offered to train him.
He knows that the toys aren't really his family, of course, but over the last few days he's been more homesick than usual and talking to them like they are helps for some reason. Once he's practiced for a while, Diarmuid will sit down by the toys for a rest and to sing some happy songs to his 'family.' After a few songs, he will jump up and start practicing again. Diarmuid isn't really paying attention to anything going on around him, but he will be happy to talk to anyone who approaches him and be even happier should anyone decide they want to train along with him.
smallspot ) and anyone who wants to run into a cute little kid.Where: An open grassy area near Building One.
When: 8-19, in the afternoon
Format: Starting in prose, but please use whatever you want to reply!
Summary: There are a lot of fun ways to spend a warm afternoon, though, for a bitty knight the best way to spend it is...training! Oh, and sometimes stopping to sing songs to his 'family.'
Warnings: Cuteness?
For once Diarmuid is using his cloak as something other than a blanket. Right now, he is carefully spreading it out on the grass so that he can set his new toys on it. With him are three small stuffed animals he got at the end of the festival--two adult swans and a baby one.
"Here is the father swan," Diarmuid carefully sets the first of the adult swans onto the cloak--the one he has picked to represent his foster father, Aengus. He then sets the other adult swan next to the first, this one representing his foster mother, Caer, "And here is the mother swan! And here is the baby swan who isn't lost anymore!" The boy sets the baby swan in front of the two adults and then jumps up and claps his hands happily.
"Now the whole family is together again! Watch me, Father! Watch me, Mother! I'll show you what everyone has been teaching me while I've been away!" The boy bows to the toys and then picks his practice sword up off the ground. He takes a few steps away before starting to practice the new sword moves he's been taught by Suzaku and some of the others who have offered to train him.
He knows that the toys aren't really his family, of course, but over the last few days he's been more homesick than usual and talking to them like they are helps for some reason. Once he's practiced for a while, Diarmuid will sit down by the toys for a rest and to sing some happy songs to his 'family.' After a few songs, he will jump up and start practicing again. Diarmuid isn't really paying attention to anything going on around him, but he will be happy to talk to anyone who approaches him and be even happier should anyone decide they want to train along with him.
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[ Oh boy. Well, it isn't like he hasn't already arbitrarily dedicated his day to this task. Shopping for one more kid shouldn't be too daunting a challenge for a SOLDIER.
(Who's never even really shopped much more than occasionally for himself, regardless of his own personal preference for eating right - not a lot of time, and even less space around the barracks and then the apartment he'd rarely ever been in.)
It's time for the Fistpump of DeterminationTM (which is really just an exaggerated physical tic Zack's never fully grown out of, as he socks his elbow into his side and closes his hand on empty air). ]
In that case, we'll just have to get enough for the both of you to stay well-stocked for a while. If I teach you how to make some easy meals, do you think you could show your friend, too?
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[Actually, Diarmuid's not sure if it's a good idea for his friend to be cooking with how easily distracted he is, but the boy is too nice to actually say that.
He holds up his pouch toward Zack.]
I have my card and everything is put away. Should we get going?
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[ To Zack's credit, he really isn't intending to teach any kids Diarmuid's age how to cook anything that requires more than maybe a little mixing and measuring (mostly harmless) and possibly the brief use of the microwave. He's not exactly a five-star chef, himself, and he's got no real aspirations to be, but he might have to rethink that, if there are many more kids around here subsisting entirely on candy and sandwiches.
He nods, motioning toward the door. ]
Let's get a move on. I don't know about you, but all this talk of food's starting to make me really hungry.
Shall we end and leave these two troublemakers to shop?
Yes! It's making me hungry too!
[Diarmuid bows and then reaches out for Zack's hand to pull him toward the door.]
Shopping here we come!
of course! o7
Hey, don't forget to lock up!
[ Even as he's voicing the caution, though, he reaches back to do it himself while on his way to being dragged out through the same door. ]