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Post by clouds just clouds on Apr 8, 2015 16:18:55 GMT -8
Clyde shook his head, "I want crushed up cookies, double chocolate chunk. And a lot of hot fudge over this." That's it, he couldn't deny it anymore, a smirk curled his lips and he leaned back, taking another cautious drink out of his milkshake. "Brain freezes, by the way, are caused by the sudden change of temperature on the pallet of your mouth. The pain actually comes from blood rushing to the top of your mouth and nerves, and so on." Taking another slow drink, Clyde mixed around his drink and looked up at Edwin. "I can see the appeal of drinking these, and I can't even taste all the sugar." He shook his head. "All the alcohol I drank and this sugar is probably going to undo me. I'll have lock myself up in my room." His smirk turned into a smile and he took another sip, "It's really hard to suck it up through the straw."
As August sat down, a chuckle left him and he glanced over at Elaine. "Yes. When Kaleb was here we painted a lot together. We even painted Clyde a few murals on some of his rooms. I don't think he has seen any, but I doubt he'll paint over them." He smiled over at Elaine. "You and I could try painting-" His brows raised. "Or even playing with clay! I've always preferred working with clay over painting, but I find both enjoyable. Would you work with clay with me, Elaine?"
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Post by Dina Doo on Apr 8, 2015 17:37:19 GMT -8
"Then why did you ask when you obviously knew what a brain freeze was?" Anderson murmured. But then he chuckled as Clyde struggled. "As I recall, I think you're supposed to eat those with a spoon, right?" He asked, glancing over at Edwin.
The malaki nodded. But before he could respond, the waitress finally brought him his plate of food. He thanked her, she left them after asking if they needed anything else to which Edwin shook his head, and dug into his food.
At his offer, Elaine's brows furrowed as she glanced over at her relative. "What? But I've never worked with clay before... Or anything artsy for that matter?" Suddenly she couldn't help but wonder what she had been doing most of her life. Besides moping and being depressed all the time.
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Post by clouds just clouds on Apr 8, 2015 18:39:57 GMT -8
Clyde blushed and shook his head. "I couldn't remember the name," he grumbled and then looked at the silverware they brought for Edwin. "Don't choke," Clyde said, grabbing a spoon. When he pulled back he found a warm... not entirely warm, but relaxing feeling that he had before. Did his buzz really come back from eating sugar? He tried out eating the milkshake with a spoon. "This seems impractical. Why do they serve it with a straw if you eat it with a spoon anyways?"
August shook his head. "That's the perfect place to start, then. I find working with clay incredibly relaxing, though I've never had been able do much of it. When I was married, my wife would buy clay blocks for me to work with, and quite a few times I have worked under a few artists. They often gave me their scraps." He smiled lightly at her. "Will you at least give it a try?"
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Post by Dina Doo on Apr 9, 2015 13:46:18 GMT -8
"Because sometimes milkshakes are thinner," Edwin put in, pausing for a moment to answer. "That's just how they're made, Clyde." And then he resumed eating.
"Clyde, I know you can't get through the day without complaining about something, but please tell me you're not complaining about a milkshake?" Anderson sighed, resting his chin against his propped up arms. a sly smirk twitched the edges of his lips. "You really are a woman, aren't you?"
Certainly Elaine never imagined herself being artsy with her great-great uncle and sculpting with clay. The idea didn't sound that appealing either, but it was better than sitting in a room with her parents, watching them engrossed in caring for her siblings.
Siblings. That didn't sit well with her either.
"Okay, I guess," she said, reluctantly. "I don't have anything else to do..."
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Post by clouds just clouds on Apr 9, 2015 16:00:56 GMT -8
Clyde's buzz had control of his body, and it's what made him childishly kick Anderson on the leg--though not at all too hard, Clyde didn't want to hurt him. "I am not a woman." His lips pursed together and he let out a sigh. "I am so thankful I am not a woman. Hell, if I was a woman, your son probably would have tried to shack me up with one of his million children." Clyde wondered if he went too far with that one, so he innocently took another bite of his milkshake. "In the future, Anderson, would you ever want anymore children? Or how about you, Edwin? Would you ever want to make groups of spawns like your brother?" His tongue was a lot more loose than he expected it to be. "Sorry if I am offending you two," Clyde murmured, eyeing his sugary drink. Maybe he should put the rest aside...
"I promise if you don't find it fun, we can do something else," August smiled brightly at her. "We could also try cooking, but there really isn't a point in it anymore. That's another reason why I'll miss the young ones." He looked out at the pond and said, "You mentioned your parents being busy with more children, does that bother you at all?"
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Post by Dina Doo on Apr 10, 2015 16:40:34 GMT -8
Clyde's rather unusual questions caused Anderson and Edwin to cast one another an unsure glance. "Clyde, how much did you drink before we left?" Anderson inquired, his tone light. "Come on, we shouldn't talk about such serious questions. Not now, anyway." Perhaps no one noticed, but just maybe, if Anderson's little scheme of actually having more kids had already started- Dina isn't sure- then he shifted uncomfortably in his seat, doing his best to lighten the mood as Edwin continued to eat. "And you may not be a woman, Clyde,but you sure do exhibit symptoms of PMS every once in a while~"
Elaine sat back, her legs still pressed against her chest, though now she rested her hands over her knees. "Yeah, it does," she said, even though she risked sounding like a spoiled older child. "I know they're both allowed to do what they want. If they want more kids, fine. But, everything just... happened all at once. I know it's silly to say but..." She paused, taking in a shaky breath. "I suddenly feel.. replaced."
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Post by clouds just clouds on Apr 10, 2015 17:00:29 GMT -8
"I have no real idea why I'm speaking so much," Clyde sighed, pushing the sugary drink away. He held his head in his hand and shook it. "I'll admit--I had a buzz speaking to Edwin earlier, but it went away on the walk over here. Perhaps it's the sugar..." Clyde pursed his lips together and looked over at Edwin. "I'm sorry for ruining this. You two can continue this meal, I should probably get back to my room before I start bouncing off the walls or something else ridiculous." A sigh left him.
It was then that Clyde probably stood, left some money, and then quit the restaurant.
The walk back seemed different to Clyde. He felt himself begin to get sweaty. It took all his effort to keep his mouth clenched shut and walk straight. Suddenly, his knee gave out and Clyde stumbled forward a few paces before falling to his knees, "Dear gods, what is wrong with me?" Clyde shakily pushed himself up and found himself a bit too dizzy to really wipe off the dirt.
August scooted closer to her and placed a hand on her shoulder, giving a small smile. "I know how you feel. Now, I expect your complete confidence that you're not going to tell anyone this, alright?" He eyed Elaine, looking serious for a moment, before giving a soft smile and glancing away. "I feel that every older sibling can feel that way. Even if a sibling absolutely loves another, at some point they will feel as you do." He glanced at her. "When Anderson was born, both... both my parents passed away. I was around twenty at the time, homeless and poor. I didn't think I could take care of a child, and I didn't want to. I... hated Anderson at first. And I even gave him up to an orphanage, though..."
August glanced away. "It was one of my biggest regrets I've ever had. I got him back and raised him." He leaned back and glanced up at the dark sky. "Your parents still love you, Elaine. Imagine how much time they put into raising you. Now they have to put that much time into your siblings. I'm sure when they wanted more children, they weren't thinking of replacing you, but the contrary. Having someone you've raised grow up and become independent... it's heart breaking." He turned his head to look at her again. "But if you ever feel alone, Elaine, you can feel free to call on me anytime." A smirk curled his lips. "It's not as if Clyde would fire me if I stopped doing my job."
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Post by Dina Doo on Apr 11, 2015 12:09:56 GMT -8
Perhaps Anderson and Edwin weren't too far behind when Clyde had left the restaurant. Perhaps, they had been able to catch up to Clyde. If Cloudy wants, maybe Anderson swarmed to Clyde's side, helping the noble straighten himself out. His deep maroon gaze flashed with worry. "Clyde, are you alright?" He asked, voice light. "I didn't think you drank that much before we left.."
Edwin emerged on Clyde's other side, if he could, smiling tightly. "You can ride on Lowell, if you want. That way you won't have to worry about tripping or not being able to walk yourself home."
Elaine couldn't believe August trusted her enough to confide such words in her, especially since she doubted that was something he shared often, or had even told his brother. And why? They barely knew each other. His words weighed heavily on her shoulders as she thought about her own siblings. And she suddenly realized she didn't know them much either. "Thanks for talking to me," she finally said, resting her head against her knees once more. "And getting me out of that room. I needed a good walk..."
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Post by clouds just clouds on Apr 11, 2015 12:37:04 GMT -8
Clyde leaned on Anderson a lot more than he probably should have. "I'm not..." His brows fell together and he held a hand to his stomach. "I'm not feeling very well at all, actually. I'm half afraid I might puke." Taking in a breath, Clyde glanced over at Edwin, unsure if he should try and make the boy feel at ease. "I was not where near this drunk, and I don't..." Clyde shook his head. "I should be fine to... make back, to go back? Home. To make it home, just perhaps a bit-" He let out a small, choked laugh. "Damn it, I'll take your offer on Lowell, Edwin."
"Of course," August let out a breath, watching the pond before him. In the silence, he checked on his bat to see how his favorite noble and brother were doing. Shock filled his face and he stood quickly. "It seems as if Clyde has gotten into a bit of trouble, little Elaine," August held out a hand for her to take to help her up. "Would you like me to walk you back?"
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Post by Dina Doo on Apr 11, 2015 13:41:26 GMT -8
Edwin gave a curt nod and stepped away from Clyde. Lowell let out a bark and bounded over to them. The wolf grew suddenly, growing to his maximum size before crouching besides Edwin. If Cloudy wants, maybe Anderson was able to direct Clyde over to the wolf. "Do you need help getting up?" Anderson asked the poor noble. "Or do you think you can manage on your own?" Meanwhile, poor Edwin wasn't quite sure what to make of the situation as he couldn't understand why Clyde seemed so ill all of a sudden.
But Elaine shook her head. "No, it's okay. I think I'll stay out here for a bit. You should go make sure Clyde's okay."
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