Disclaimer: don't own nothing yet! Wait! I own Pesky and Tomath! *feels bettah*
yeah, I took the last part out and replaced it.
I could 'f just replaced it, I now realise, and maybe keep those (few) reviews I got. (hint) I'd LIKE some.
Come on, gimme the feel I'm writing for more then 2 ppl, will ya?
oh, and check my Pesky pic&comic page. I'll be putting up more this week :))
http://www.geocities.com/asashess/Pesky/Pesky.html
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Two children sat in a little girl's room. Both sweet-looking kids. one about 4. a little girl with a bright smile and
azure blue hair. A boy of about six, with a black long pony and a round face, with a friendly smile on it.
The girl's voice could be heard throughout the _mostly_ empty halls of Capsule Corp.
"And this is Fleur. She gets to be the baby." Bra chimed, eagerly.
-"Alright," Tomath answered, "So Horssie is the mom, right?"
holding up a full-size my-little pony.
_"Rrright!" Well, maybe that was a bit odd, but this was the only doll big enough to be Fleur's mommy.
Not counting a monkey-cuddle. But for some reason, that had to be the daddy.
Tomath didn't get that; the cuddle sure had enough hair on his head to count as the mommy.
But he was hardly going to question Bra's interpretations.
This was the first game in a long time that didn't include tearing the dolls to shredds,
usually for some odd reason only his sister could understand.
"Ok!,.. Lalala,..!" He started, making the pony 'walk' over to the doll house,..
Bra crooned in delight, but Tomath hesitated.
"Are you _sssuuure_ we shouldn't check on where those blasts came from?"
Bra sighed.
"Yes; Sure! My dad's always blowing things up. _Don't worry_! Trunks is watching her, 'K?"
Tomath looked at her a moment. "...'K."
"La-la-laaaa!" he continued, cheerfully.
"Hey, fleur! Mommy's home! Where's your sister, and what is she up to,..?"
-"What?" Bra asked incrediously.
-"Yeah, where is she!" Tomath asked, still engrossed in the game.
-"What? Noo! You're doing it all wrong. Fleur doesn't have a sister! She has,.. a brother."
Bra scowled at him.
"Oh. Sorry." Tomath didn't understand the problem, but :
"Then what kindof trouble is your brother in this time then, eh?"
-"NOOOOOOOooOO! She wouldn't say _that_!"
Bra whined, offended. Tomath couldn't understand why not.
_That_ was _exactly_ what his mother usually askde him when she came home,...
"Look, I'll show you!" she told him:
" Hello, honney, I'm home! Is your father working out again? No matter, I'll go fix dinner!"
Tomath started increadiously at her for a moment.
"Working out....?"
Bra nodded gleefully.
"Why,...?"
Bra started explaining why and such, but Tomath lost his concentration at the soft tap-tap that came from the hall.
He knew that little death-march anywhere. It was the sound of Pesky's little feet in a determined little march.
He only had time to grown in agony before his sister grabbed him by the shirt and hauled him up.
"Ok, let's go. We have to hurry."
She gave Bra an appriasing stare, but the smaller of the girls just smiled back sweetly.
"Your mother is home." Pesky stated, probably thinking that that would excuse the little girl from their presence.
"She's starting at dinner in a minute and I said I'd help. Now, there's a chemists laboritory down the hall,..-"
"YOU whAT?!"
Tomath practically screamed, not believing his ears.
_PESKY_? As in _his sister_, helping at _DINNER_?
"Yeah yeah, come on now, I'll need your help."
She was upto something, he knew. Then it hit him.
"Where is Trunks."
SHe blinked, looking disturbingly innocent.
"Eeeuhh,... Who?"
Not good. Not good at all.
Pesky trying to look innocent could only mean one thing.
" I _asked_ him to keep an eye on you. Now where _is_ he, Sis?"
Tomath made his tone hard, then crossed his arms to get his point across.
He wasn't helping any of her scemes before he got an explanation out of her, and she knew it.
Pesky glared back at him, then looked over at Bra, still sitting at her doll-house, then back at him and to and fro.
"Yes. I understand."
She stated coldly, giving him the distinct feeling she was understanding things very differently again from what he meant.
"Well then,"
and Pesky's voice took on a sweetness that implyed trouble any day of the week.
"Since you asked _him_ to keep an eye on me, and not _me_ to keep an eye on him,
I'm sure you'll understand it when I haven't seen him.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have work to do."
And with that she spun on her heel and marched out the door.
Tomath listened to her angry steps fade a long time before turning to the sweet little blue-haired girl.
She was still playing happily with her dolls.
"Bra?" he asked slowly, waiting for her to look up at him.
He sighed.
"I think we had better go find your brother."
yeah, I took the last part out and replaced it.
I could 'f just replaced it, I now realise, and maybe keep those (few) reviews I got. (hint) I'd LIKE some.
Come on, gimme the feel I'm writing for more then 2 ppl, will ya?
oh, and check my Pesky pic&comic page. I'll be putting up more this week :))
http://www.geocities.com/asashess/Pesky/Pesky.html
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Two children sat in a little girl's room. Both sweet-looking kids. one about 4. a little girl with a bright smile and
azure blue hair. A boy of about six, with a black long pony and a round face, with a friendly smile on it.
The girl's voice could be heard throughout the _mostly_ empty halls of Capsule Corp.
"And this is Fleur. She gets to be the baby." Bra chimed, eagerly.
-"Alright," Tomath answered, "So Horssie is the mom, right?"
holding up a full-size my-little pony.
_"Rrright!" Well, maybe that was a bit odd, but this was the only doll big enough to be Fleur's mommy.
Not counting a monkey-cuddle. But for some reason, that had to be the daddy.
Tomath didn't get that; the cuddle sure had enough hair on his head to count as the mommy.
But he was hardly going to question Bra's interpretations.
This was the first game in a long time that didn't include tearing the dolls to shredds,
usually for some odd reason only his sister could understand.
"Ok!,.. Lalala,..!" He started, making the pony 'walk' over to the doll house,..
Bra crooned in delight, but Tomath hesitated.
"Are you _sssuuure_ we shouldn't check on where those blasts came from?"
Bra sighed.
"Yes; Sure! My dad's always blowing things up. _Don't worry_! Trunks is watching her, 'K?"
Tomath looked at her a moment. "...'K."
"La-la-laaaa!" he continued, cheerfully.
"Hey, fleur! Mommy's home! Where's your sister, and what is she up to,..?"
-"What?" Bra asked incrediously.
-"Yeah, where is she!" Tomath asked, still engrossed in the game.
-"What? Noo! You're doing it all wrong. Fleur doesn't have a sister! She has,.. a brother."
Bra scowled at him.
"Oh. Sorry." Tomath didn't understand the problem, but :
"Then what kindof trouble is your brother in this time then, eh?"
-"NOOOOOOOooOO! She wouldn't say _that_!"
Bra whined, offended. Tomath couldn't understand why not.
_That_ was _exactly_ what his mother usually askde him when she came home,...
"Look, I'll show you!" she told him:
" Hello, honney, I'm home! Is your father working out again? No matter, I'll go fix dinner!"
Tomath started increadiously at her for a moment.
"Working out....?"
Bra nodded gleefully.
"Why,...?"
Bra started explaining why and such, but Tomath lost his concentration at the soft tap-tap that came from the hall.
He knew that little death-march anywhere. It was the sound of Pesky's little feet in a determined little march.
He only had time to grown in agony before his sister grabbed him by the shirt and hauled him up.
"Ok, let's go. We have to hurry."
She gave Bra an appriasing stare, but the smaller of the girls just smiled back sweetly.
"Your mother is home." Pesky stated, probably thinking that that would excuse the little girl from their presence.
"She's starting at dinner in a minute and I said I'd help. Now, there's a chemists laboritory down the hall,..-"
"YOU whAT?!"
Tomath practically screamed, not believing his ears.
_PESKY_? As in _his sister_, helping at _DINNER_?
"Yeah yeah, come on now, I'll need your help."
She was upto something, he knew. Then it hit him.
"Where is Trunks."
SHe blinked, looking disturbingly innocent.
"Eeeuhh,... Who?"
Not good. Not good at all.
Pesky trying to look innocent could only mean one thing.
" I _asked_ him to keep an eye on you. Now where _is_ he, Sis?"
Tomath made his tone hard, then crossed his arms to get his point across.
He wasn't helping any of her scemes before he got an explanation out of her, and she knew it.
Pesky glared back at him, then looked over at Bra, still sitting at her doll-house, then back at him and to and fro.
"Yes. I understand."
She stated coldly, giving him the distinct feeling she was understanding things very differently again from what he meant.
"Well then,"
and Pesky's voice took on a sweetness that implyed trouble any day of the week.
"Since you asked _him_ to keep an eye on me, and not _me_ to keep an eye on him,
I'm sure you'll understand it when I haven't seen him.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have work to do."
And with that she spun on her heel and marched out the door.
Tomath listened to her angry steps fade a long time before turning to the sweet little blue-haired girl.
She was still playing happily with her dolls.
"Bra?" he asked slowly, waiting for her to look up at him.
He sighed.
"I think we had better go find your brother."