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Post by Twich on Mar 3, 2008 18:18:41 GMT -5
Twich skipped happily through the doors of Johnson's little restaurant. Starsage at his side. He shoved passed people as if he were royalty, people stared, but he couldn't care less. He found an empty booth and slid in happily.
The wator approached them with a laugh and asked for their orders Twich ordered a cold drink and a extra large bowel of ice cream. "You know, t-t-this is probably gonna sound really weird, b-b-but, I don't actually think I have ever had any ice cream before..." he laughed, he couldn't believe it. "Wow, t-t-that's really strange if ya think about it, huh?" he looked at her from across the booth and grinned a stupid grin.
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Post by Twich on Mar 4, 2008 16:03:53 GMT -5
Twich dumped several spoonfulls of sugar into his already sweet drink, stiring it with his straw. He bit his lip, "I, I d-d-don't know, I j-j-just dont know." he looked up at her quickly, then look back down and countinued stiring his drink, adding more sugar. "I do t-t-think that, we will a-a-always, and I mean always, h-h-have to be carefull, b-b-but, being carefull is better than where w-w-we where b-before." He shrugged and dumped the rest of the sugar from the sugar bowel into his glass. He took a sip and puckered up his face, "Wow, t-t-that is sweet."
He laughed, but he was really starting to worry. He frowned, he still felt it was his falut, he could have told Starsage she couldn't come, he knew what would happen, he didn't know why he had felt the need to tell someone he wouldn't be comming back.
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Post by Twich on Mar 4, 2008 17:17:45 GMT -5
"Well, t-t-that got you laughing a-a-again!" he to started to laugh, "I t-t-thought I loved sugar!" he cocked his head, "B-b-but, I guess, j-j-just, not that much..." He laughed. "You know what? W-w-we are gonna be just fine, w-w-we'll look out for each other, y-y-you know, like..." he couldn't think of a word to finsh his sentence.
"Oh! g-good!" he said as the waitor placed the icecream in front of them. Twich hurriedly grabed a spoon and dug in practly cramming his whole face in the bowel. "Wow, that is g-g-good!" he lauged and wiped vinallia icecream off his nose. He put the spoon down and tiped the bowel up to his mouth. "B-b-bottems up!" he said drinking down the cold treat.
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Post by Twich on Mar 5, 2008 15:52:09 GMT -5
Twich's face crinkled and he pursed his lips "Ahhhh!" he said placing his hands on his head. "Ow ow ow!" he crumpled over, his head felt like it was gonna explode. "W-w-what the heck i-i-is that?!" he yelled. The peoplei n the room turned to look at them, some stared, others laughed, "Its n-n-not funny!" he whined. "OW"
He sat back up "Wow, w-w-what was that?" he shook his head. "And, uh, y-y-yeah, of c-c-course I'll stay, but don't y-you think that will be one of t-t-the f-first places, you know, he, w-w-will look? M-m-maybe, w-w-we should keep low, j-j-just for a little while." he looked down at the table, stirred and wiped his face on his shirt.
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Post by Twich on Mar 6, 2008 19:12:58 GMT -5
Twich wiped his forehead and thought hard. First about the idea of brain freeze, then about where they would stay. Of course, he usually went to sleep in the park, but he didn't know how she would feel about that. "Uhhh, I d-d-don't know, got any ideas?" he asked almost positive she wouldn't, he decided to bring up the idea of the park, he looked down. "Uhh, I um, u-u-usually sleep, y-y-you know, over in the p-p-park, we could always go there, i-i-it's not real nice, but, it works if y-y-ya don't know anywhere else we c-c-could g-go." he felt bad about even suggesting this to her, but they were running out of time, it was getting late.
He thought about the long nights he had spent in the park over in Brooklyn. He would sleep on the wooden bench by the fountain. In the summer, he would use the fountain to wash up, but in the winter, the fountain was turned off. He could usually nab a hot dog form a vendor it things got bad. Of course, it was cold, but he could just hold on through the night, things would be better in the morning, but things never were, ever.
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Post by Twich on Mar 7, 2008 14:13:46 GMT -5
Twich bit his lip and picked at a scab on his elbow. He nodded."Right, l-l-lodging houses." he was new with the whole idea. He didn't really care for them, but it was better than the park. 'Ok, you got it, a l-l-lodging house it is." of course, they couldn't stay in the Bronx. "S-s-so, which one?" he wasn't familiar with any of them. he didn't really like the idea of sleeping in a room full of people he didn't know. Twich had never been a people person.
It was almost dark outside now and he knew they would have to get going. He looked around. "C-c-come on, w-w-we can't stay in one place for too long, just f-f-for a while, I p-p-promise it won't last l-l-long." he winked at her and took her hand. Twich slipped the money on the table.
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