Delia sputtered for several minutes before letting out an animalistic growl of "NO!" Josh grinned.
"I dunno, I kinda liked it." He winked at Krystyn, who promptly buried her face in her hands. Delia settled for promptly whacking him with a pillow, starting an all out pillow war where everyone participated, except for Christian, who ran around wailing, "Such violence! Cease and desist!" and Krystyn, who ran around wailing, "No! You're ruining everything!" until Magda gave her a face-full of chenille, at which she followed the age old advice of, 'If you can't beat 'em, do some damage.' Christian then was attacked by everyone simultaneously, forcing him to kowtow to the power of pillow. Josh, Delia, and Scott were declared the winners because no one was stupid to have any tiebreaker matches between them. The twins were evenly matched, Scott wouldn't dare touch Delia, and everyone credited themselves with the intelligence not to pair Josh and Scott together in any kind of competition.
Josh, sore about not getting the chance to wup Delia and maim Scott, attacked Delia from behind and began to tickle her mercilessly. This was stupid, because Delia was vulnerable at that moment, so therefore her pride suffered a blow, so therefore she was steamed, and had good reflexes and a hatred of being touched besides. Josh had attacked in a moment of emotion, which let Delia throw him halfway across the room before he registered the fact that she had done so. Josh then lunged for Delia, grabbed Scott, who had stepped in front of his girlfriend (oblivious to the fact that fake wrestling matches were the highlight of the apartment's resident's lives), and started an all out brawl.
Christian immediately yelled furiously, "STOP!" Scott, surprised at 'Father Christian' showing anything remotely similar to an un-virtuous emotion, immediately dropped his fist. Josh was smart enough to know never to argue with Christian on matters of violence, and he valued his breath enough not to waste it. He let go of Scott's other fist, which he was in the process of jerking behind Scott's back, and accidentally felt the cool metal of a gun. Josh wasn't stupid; this was New York City, and if someone wanted to be armed, good for them and their smarts.
"Better not let Christian see that," he muttered, relying on Christian's vehement scolding to drown out his voice.
Scott nearly grimaced at the thought, but upon remembering this man was the enemy, he covered it with a cool mask of indifference.
Josh, meanwhile, was rethinking the sissy he had first labeled Scott as. He could grow to like this guy; he seemingly had guts, and he had observed that if Scott hadn't lost it in that fight, Josh was pretty sure his chances of prevailing were about as slim as Magda hoped to be at the end of each diet. Anorexic.
Scott's impression of Josh was rapidly changing, too. Now that he thought about it, the only crime he was guilty of was being just like Delia, and a bit like he, Scott, too. Slow to trust, more prone to violence than friendliness. And, if he wasn't mistaken, a hand of friendship had been offered, or at least as close to one as could be expected. This Josh guy was shaping up to be decent. There was one thing, though. Sniggering, he muttered, "Gareth?" The only response was a light, friendly punch on the arm and a grin, the former of which started Christian on another rant.
***
Observing things in the penthouse, God chuckled, gasped, and was properly upset at all the right times, just like any good audience. When 'The Boyfriend' and 'The Brother' finally reconciled, however, He was especially ecstatic. "The last of my chosen ones, sealed in friendship at last!" The Divine Creator winced as Christian's speech got louder, then He broke into a smile.
"Go get 'em, Son!"
"I dunno, I kinda liked it." He winked at Krystyn, who promptly buried her face in her hands. Delia settled for promptly whacking him with a pillow, starting an all out pillow war where everyone participated, except for Christian, who ran around wailing, "Such violence! Cease and desist!" and Krystyn, who ran around wailing, "No! You're ruining everything!" until Magda gave her a face-full of chenille, at which she followed the age old advice of, 'If you can't beat 'em, do some damage.' Christian then was attacked by everyone simultaneously, forcing him to kowtow to the power of pillow. Josh, Delia, and Scott were declared the winners because no one was stupid to have any tiebreaker matches between them. The twins were evenly matched, Scott wouldn't dare touch Delia, and everyone credited themselves with the intelligence not to pair Josh and Scott together in any kind of competition.
Josh, sore about not getting the chance to wup Delia and maim Scott, attacked Delia from behind and began to tickle her mercilessly. This was stupid, because Delia was vulnerable at that moment, so therefore her pride suffered a blow, so therefore she was steamed, and had good reflexes and a hatred of being touched besides. Josh had attacked in a moment of emotion, which let Delia throw him halfway across the room before he registered the fact that she had done so. Josh then lunged for Delia, grabbed Scott, who had stepped in front of his girlfriend (oblivious to the fact that fake wrestling matches were the highlight of the apartment's resident's lives), and started an all out brawl.
Christian immediately yelled furiously, "STOP!" Scott, surprised at 'Father Christian' showing anything remotely similar to an un-virtuous emotion, immediately dropped his fist. Josh was smart enough to know never to argue with Christian on matters of violence, and he valued his breath enough not to waste it. He let go of Scott's other fist, which he was in the process of jerking behind Scott's back, and accidentally felt the cool metal of a gun. Josh wasn't stupid; this was New York City, and if someone wanted to be armed, good for them and their smarts.
"Better not let Christian see that," he muttered, relying on Christian's vehement scolding to drown out his voice.
Scott nearly grimaced at the thought, but upon remembering this man was the enemy, he covered it with a cool mask of indifference.
Josh, meanwhile, was rethinking the sissy he had first labeled Scott as. He could grow to like this guy; he seemingly had guts, and he had observed that if Scott hadn't lost it in that fight, Josh was pretty sure his chances of prevailing were about as slim as Magda hoped to be at the end of each diet. Anorexic.
Scott's impression of Josh was rapidly changing, too. Now that he thought about it, the only crime he was guilty of was being just like Delia, and a bit like he, Scott, too. Slow to trust, more prone to violence than friendliness. And, if he wasn't mistaken, a hand of friendship had been offered, or at least as close to one as could be expected. This Josh guy was shaping up to be decent. There was one thing, though. Sniggering, he muttered, "Gareth?" The only response was a light, friendly punch on the arm and a grin, the former of which started Christian on another rant.
***
Observing things in the penthouse, God chuckled, gasped, and was properly upset at all the right times, just like any good audience. When 'The Boyfriend' and 'The Brother' finally reconciled, however, He was especially ecstatic. "The last of my chosen ones, sealed in friendship at last!" The Divine Creator winced as Christian's speech got louder, then He broke into a smile.
"Go get 'em, Son!"