New Century
Chapter III: Of Fountains and Crazy Arguments ____________________________________________________________________________ __
Hey peoples! It's me again! Did ya miss me? *Silence* D'ya want me autograph? *Crickets chirp* D'ya want the next chapter? *Nothing* Fine. *Pouts* Be that way! I won't give you another chapter! *Hears wild cheers* Now that's better.
Disclaimer: pointless. Y'all know I don't own G Gundam, right? *Silence and confused looks* Estupido. Well, I don't. *More confused looks* But I do own Kayla. *Silence, until one shouts "Who?"* Forget it. ____________________________________________________________________________ __
As we walked to the Rosary Inns, we passed a park. With a fountain. I glanced back at Chibbody, the drunken jackass. Anso. I thought. I know a bit of Spanish. (Anso means "jackass") I got a mischievous look in my eye. I tugged George's sleeve.
"Yes, mademoiselle?" he asked.
"I think Chibbody wants a dunk in the fountain." I said. For the first time, I saw George grin (discounting the time he was possessed by the DG cells, that was more of a psychotic smirk).
"I quite agree with you, mademoiselle." He said. We dragged him over to the fountain. And we threw him in. It wasn't a deep fountain, but Chibbody still managed to flounder for a bit before getting his feet on the bottom.
"What was that for?" he sputtered indignantly. I smiled, and we both walked off. For a moment Chibbody stood there, and then he ran after us, staggering every now and then. "Who are you?" he asked me once he caught up.
"Kayla Anderson, a big fan of yours, Queenie." I said.
"Queenie?! How dare you call me that! How'd you even come up with it?" he was more confused and curious than angry and indignant.
"Easy. Queen of Spades: Queenie." I said smugly.
"How'd you--" Chibbody started, but George interrupted.
"Please, Chibbody, don't ask." He said. I giggled. Oh yah, I was cruel. Maybe I'll subject them to my "G Gundam is the Black Sheep" speech sometime. Or my "Gundams and Their Attacks." I'm still debating.
"Anyway, you still single?" I asked Chibbody. He beat his chest with his fist proudly.
"Yup, you becha! An' I don't plan on a family anytime soon." He said proudly. George muttered something uncomprehendable, but it sounded something like: "Idiot." Chibbody glared at him. "Preppy Priss." George turned to him.
"Brute."
"Mr. Goody-Two-Shoes."
"Stupidite,"
"Huh?"
"Stupid."
"Hey!"
"Idiotic."
"You little."
"Queenie."
"Oooooh! You're going to get it now." Chibbody lunged for George, who nimbly sidestepped. I decided to intervene before they began an all-or- nothing brawl.
"Er, guys.We don't randomly kill each other for amusement in this century." I said nervously, my shopping bag behind a leg.
"So?" Chibbody asked, getting up. I stepped between him and George, looking him straight in the eye.
"So if you do, people will either think you're crazy and put you in jail, or think you're crazy and put you in a mental institute. Neither of which I believe will help your cause, whatever that happens to be." I said pointedly. Chibbody grumbled something about women "were supposed to be the submissive gender."
"Now, Queenie, don't get you're feathers all ruffled. I might just tell Shirley that." George said. I was amazed that it was he who said it. Knightly, gentleman-acting, chivalrous, all-about-manners, formal George? Yup, he was spending too much time with Chibbody. I voiced my thoughts.
"Wow, George. I think you've spent too much time around Chibbody." I said.
"You are quite right, mademoiselle." George said. "Chibbody, or should I say Queenie, is too much of a brute for me."
"Which is why we like to spend time together, eh, Sir Knight?" Chibbody said, smiling. He either didn't notice that George had called him Queenie again, or was unperturbed by the fact. I was seriously hoping it was the latter. I changed the subject yet again.
"I think we should go to Rosary Inns now. I for one am dying to meet Domon and the others!"
"Good idea." George said. He began to walk again, Chibbody and I quickly catching up. However, we would soon be sidetracked yet again. And by the cutest and shortest of the group.
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Erm, yah. Short, meaningless chapter. Done for pure amusement on my part. Sorry, I hope next 'un'll be better. Oh, and sorry for the OOCness of George. I'll try to stick more to the image the show gives out from now on. Just couldn't resist this time.
Black Joker Lady-- Okay, sorry you're confused. For one, I like to pretend that Kyoji somehow survived, erm.yah. That's how she can be living with him. And yes, "I" am talking, 1st person and all. "I" am named, in this story, Kayla.
~*DarkDragon*~
Chapter III: Of Fountains and Crazy Arguments ____________________________________________________________________________ __
Hey peoples! It's me again! Did ya miss me? *Silence* D'ya want me autograph? *Crickets chirp* D'ya want the next chapter? *Nothing* Fine. *Pouts* Be that way! I won't give you another chapter! *Hears wild cheers* Now that's better.
Disclaimer: pointless. Y'all know I don't own G Gundam, right? *Silence and confused looks* Estupido. Well, I don't. *More confused looks* But I do own Kayla. *Silence, until one shouts "Who?"* Forget it. ____________________________________________________________________________ __
As we walked to the Rosary Inns, we passed a park. With a fountain. I glanced back at Chibbody, the drunken jackass. Anso. I thought. I know a bit of Spanish. (Anso means "jackass") I got a mischievous look in my eye. I tugged George's sleeve.
"Yes, mademoiselle?" he asked.
"I think Chibbody wants a dunk in the fountain." I said. For the first time, I saw George grin (discounting the time he was possessed by the DG cells, that was more of a psychotic smirk).
"I quite agree with you, mademoiselle." He said. We dragged him over to the fountain. And we threw him in. It wasn't a deep fountain, but Chibbody still managed to flounder for a bit before getting his feet on the bottom.
"What was that for?" he sputtered indignantly. I smiled, and we both walked off. For a moment Chibbody stood there, and then he ran after us, staggering every now and then. "Who are you?" he asked me once he caught up.
"Kayla Anderson, a big fan of yours, Queenie." I said.
"Queenie?! How dare you call me that! How'd you even come up with it?" he was more confused and curious than angry and indignant.
"Easy. Queen of Spades: Queenie." I said smugly.
"How'd you--" Chibbody started, but George interrupted.
"Please, Chibbody, don't ask." He said. I giggled. Oh yah, I was cruel. Maybe I'll subject them to my "G Gundam is the Black Sheep" speech sometime. Or my "Gundams and Their Attacks." I'm still debating.
"Anyway, you still single?" I asked Chibbody. He beat his chest with his fist proudly.
"Yup, you becha! An' I don't plan on a family anytime soon." He said proudly. George muttered something uncomprehendable, but it sounded something like: "Idiot." Chibbody glared at him. "Preppy Priss." George turned to him.
"Brute."
"Mr. Goody-Two-Shoes."
"Stupidite,"
"Huh?"
"Stupid."
"Hey!"
"Idiotic."
"You little."
"Queenie."
"Oooooh! You're going to get it now." Chibbody lunged for George, who nimbly sidestepped. I decided to intervene before they began an all-or- nothing brawl.
"Er, guys.We don't randomly kill each other for amusement in this century." I said nervously, my shopping bag behind a leg.
"So?" Chibbody asked, getting up. I stepped between him and George, looking him straight in the eye.
"So if you do, people will either think you're crazy and put you in jail, or think you're crazy and put you in a mental institute. Neither of which I believe will help your cause, whatever that happens to be." I said pointedly. Chibbody grumbled something about women "were supposed to be the submissive gender."
"Now, Queenie, don't get you're feathers all ruffled. I might just tell Shirley that." George said. I was amazed that it was he who said it. Knightly, gentleman-acting, chivalrous, all-about-manners, formal George? Yup, he was spending too much time with Chibbody. I voiced my thoughts.
"Wow, George. I think you've spent too much time around Chibbody." I said.
"You are quite right, mademoiselle." George said. "Chibbody, or should I say Queenie, is too much of a brute for me."
"Which is why we like to spend time together, eh, Sir Knight?" Chibbody said, smiling. He either didn't notice that George had called him Queenie again, or was unperturbed by the fact. I was seriously hoping it was the latter. I changed the subject yet again.
"I think we should go to Rosary Inns now. I for one am dying to meet Domon and the others!"
"Good idea." George said. He began to walk again, Chibbody and I quickly catching up. However, we would soon be sidetracked yet again. And by the cutest and shortest of the group.
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Erm, yah. Short, meaningless chapter. Done for pure amusement on my part. Sorry, I hope next 'un'll be better. Oh, and sorry for the OOCness of George. I'll try to stick more to the image the show gives out from now on. Just couldn't resist this time.
Black Joker Lady-- Okay, sorry you're confused. For one, I like to pretend that Kyoji somehow survived, erm.yah. That's how she can be living with him. And yes, "I" am talking, 1st person and all. "I" am named, in this story, Kayla.
~*DarkDragon*~