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- Noir Aston - 08-07-2009 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/ ... irtban.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> 300
The blonde Aston girl bounced around and around the basket until she became dizzy and almost stepped on Baby Duck. In the basket was Toefur, because the girl had decided that he would like to come with them too. ”Uncle Hooo, come oooon!” the girl complained loudly, her eagerness getting the best of her. She wanted berries berries berries berries berries lots of berries! Perhaps they could eat berryfish for dinner. Om nom, that sounded nice. Noir liked her Uncle’s cooking, especially this ketchup thing that he had introduced. It was super yummy and made her taste buds sing. Right now he was super slow though, and the girl groaned with impatience. What if everyone else took all the berries so that there would be none left for Noir and her uncle? That would be such a shame. Now when they had their own house, it was important that they found their own food! - Honoré Bélanger - 08-17-2009 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/ ... /hoban.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;">
300+ Afternoons were dedicated to relaxation, hence why Honoré’s initial plans had revolved around a nice siesta. As of late though, nothing went according to his wishes. No one had ever warned him that having a niece could be so exhausting at times! It felt as though his life revolved around her. Was this how things were supposed to be for an uncle? Because he couldn’t recall any of his uncles spending so much time with him as a child. As a matter of fact, he couldn’t even remember their names! If having nieces and nephews required so much of his time, he sure was thankful for having only one of them (that he knew of). In reality, Honoré had six. Six little brats! Four were Tayui’s, and two were Aurèle’s. It was a little bizarre, how no one had notified him of the other children in his family. In his mind, Noir was the only one, even though it often felt as if there were six of her. The Québécois did not feel like picking berries; he’d tried ignoring the brat at first, but no such luck! Noir had earned several of her mother’s traits, and persistence was one of them. So he took plenty of time gathering his things, dragging his feet wherever he went, mimicking a dying man’s enthusiasm. He probably would’ve anticipated their little outing if he hadn't tasted blueberries before. His taste buds never forgot food that made its way to his stomach. He remembered it all too well; blueberries did not taste good at all! They were a little too sour for his personal taste. Little did he know, other kinds of berries existed as well! Red ones, as he would soon come to realize, tasted like heaven. “Hey, you stop complain or I’m put grass in my ears. Then I’m won’t hear you no more.” he warned just as loudly, stepping out of his newly acquired cottage. There was no way he’d wiggle himself out of this trip; it was best to just get it over with. So he started walking in a random direction, hoping Noir would redirect him if needed. He had no clue where the berry fields were. - Noir Aston - 08-19-2009 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/ ... irtban.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> 300
”If you put grass in your ears your brain could not breathe!” the girl said back at his sour reply, but he was already on his way. A whining sound sounded from the girl in frustration when he strode away in his always random direction without taking the basket. Did he not know that she could not carry as well as him since she was in her plain form? She picked up the basket with her toy and followed after, golden eyes staring accusingly at his back and stupid girly bum. ”Uncle Ho, backet ich heavy fohr mee!” the girl complained noisily. She had expected him to carry it and he did not because he was lazy and did not seem to wish to do this. Why not! The girl sped up and bumped into her uncle’s feet. |