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22.Apr.13, 06:00 PM
Peorray kept silent throughout most of the conversation, and Oahvakeen followed suit, mostly because he didn't know what else to do. Everything about them turned Oahvakeen off, and even their physical beauty seemed to wane and pale. He didn't have anything against their voices, but the way they went on and on bothered him.
At last, Peorray stepped up to the plate, saving him the embarrasment of doing it himself. After all, what could he possibly say? He had a slight smile on his face, feeling that Peorray would put them in their places. But what she said suprised him, and a quick expression of horror flashed on his features.
He had to do something, had to say something, but what? He couldn't just stand there like a rag doll while Peorray consented to this verbal abuse! He had to ... wait, what? Ohhhhh.....
"Maybe you could help us by taking an inventory of the ... dresses? Since we're here to help you guys and all.", he stepped forwards and handed a sheet of paper and a pencil to the first girl. It was their turn to look horrified now.
"No way! I won't touch that!", said the first.
"Why- ooh, I forgot you can't write.", replied the second
"I can too, shut up!"
"No you can't, everyone knows you only passed your literacy class because you slept with the instructor."
"It wasn't my fault that he was young and attractive."
"That's cause you dress so skanky!"
"So do you!"
And so the banter continued between them.
"Maybe you could just tell me what's in there and I'll write them down then.", Oahvakeen tried.
"No way! We're not doing work for you, ugly boy!", whined the first.
"Yeah, ulgly-boy, red monkey thing ugly man!", the second tried an insult, and the first looked back at the second as if she'd just sprouted three heads.
"Well....", he tried his wits. "We don't know what's in there until we write it all down, so if someone wanted to, they could permanently accidentally borrow something and no one would ever know because it wasn't in the inventory."
The girls eyes widened and they made a dash for the door, opened it, and then shrieked.
Oahvakeen quickly rushed through his room and into the next, to discover the two girls covered in nine total squirming firelizards delighted at their presence. He drew back into the hall, and then back into the room where Peorray had been.
"They found some .. ah... poop.", he made up a lie. He just didn't feel like telling her that the girls had just bonded with an entire clutch of firelizards and there were none left. Besides, the lie sounded like a more believable story.
"Remember that girl?", the voices of the two girls echoed from the wall next door.
"Which one?"
"The ugly one we were just talking to."
"Yeah? What about her? She was ugly."
"Let's pick up the ugliest dirtiest dress and make her wear it."
"Hahaha, yeah! Like ugly Cindera!"
"Cinderella?"
"Yeah! Except she'll never get a weyrmate or have a happily ever after or ever go to a ball on pumpkins!"
"... Sometimes I worry about you."
"Aww! How nice!"
Oahvakeen turned to Peorray. "So ah... what are you going to do if they do find an ugly dress in there? What would you consider ugly? I don't like the color pink, it makes me feel unmanly.",
He turned to a crate, lifted the lid, peered inside, and marked "oranges, 5, spoiled" on his sheet.
At last, Peorray stepped up to the plate, saving him the embarrasment of doing it himself. After all, what could he possibly say? He had a slight smile on his face, feeling that Peorray would put them in their places. But what she said suprised him, and a quick expression of horror flashed on his features.
He had to do something, had to say something, but what? He couldn't just stand there like a rag doll while Peorray consented to this verbal abuse! He had to ... wait, what? Ohhhhh.....
"Maybe you could help us by taking an inventory of the ... dresses? Since we're here to help you guys and all.", he stepped forwards and handed a sheet of paper and a pencil to the first girl. It was their turn to look horrified now.
"No way! I won't touch that!", said the first.
"Why- ooh, I forgot you can't write.", replied the second
"I can too, shut up!"
"No you can't, everyone knows you only passed your literacy class because you slept with the instructor."
"It wasn't my fault that he was young and attractive."
"That's cause you dress so skanky!"
"So do you!"
And so the banter continued between them.
"Maybe you could just tell me what's in there and I'll write them down then.", Oahvakeen tried.
"No way! We're not doing work for you, ugly boy!", whined the first.
"Yeah, ulgly-boy, red monkey thing ugly man!", the second tried an insult, and the first looked back at the second as if she'd just sprouted three heads.
"Well....", he tried his wits. "We don't know what's in there until we write it all down, so if someone wanted to, they could permanently accidentally borrow something and no one would ever know because it wasn't in the inventory."
The girls eyes widened and they made a dash for the door, opened it, and then shrieked.
Oahvakeen quickly rushed through his room and into the next, to discover the two girls covered in nine total squirming firelizards delighted at their presence. He drew back into the hall, and then back into the room where Peorray had been.
"They found some .. ah... poop.", he made up a lie. He just didn't feel like telling her that the girls had just bonded with an entire clutch of firelizards and there were none left. Besides, the lie sounded like a more believable story.
"Remember that girl?", the voices of the two girls echoed from the wall next door.
"Which one?"
"The ugly one we were just talking to."
"Yeah? What about her? She was ugly."
"Let's pick up the ugliest dirtiest dress and make her wear it."
"Hahaha, yeah! Like ugly Cindera!"
"Cinderella?"
"Yeah! Except she'll never get a weyrmate or have a happily ever after or ever go to a ball on pumpkins!"
"... Sometimes I worry about you."
"Aww! How nice!"
Oahvakeen turned to Peorray. "So ah... what are you going to do if they do find an ugly dress in there? What would you consider ugly? I don't like the color pink, it makes me feel unmanly.",
He turned to a crate, lifted the lid, peered inside, and marked "oranges, 5, spoiled" on his sheet.
