Post by TUESDAY DAVENPORT on Sept 2, 2010 7:30:31 GMT -5
Tuesday had no more time to waste with these mere mortals. He continued to steal across the courtyard, his shifty glance alternating between the watch on his wrist and the civilians on the surrounding benches and tables, flashing them innocent smiles as he crept through, adjusting his bandana. Non-expectation was the essence here. No one needed to suspect. They just had to ignore the bandana. Lots of people wore bandanas, right? It could be a fashion statement, or something. Yeah.
“Okay, sure.”’
Tuesday spun around. “Wasn’t me!” he shouted instinctively, raising his hands in surrender, before the response fully registered in his mind. “What? Oh! Erm, great!” He began to trot back, fishing around in his pockets for a piece of paper or something, potentially for a diagram of his plan. He returned to the bench, biting down hard on his bottom lip like he always did when he was thinking hard. It was like a kind of idiot…idio...ydiosink…weird thing about him. Among many others. He grinned at the thought, then returned to examine his apparent accomplice.
Well, she was blonde. That was always good. Blonde meant hot, and hot meant his brother would be jealous. Tuesday grinned. He lived for making Thursday jealous, poor kid. Her eyes were like, blue or green or something, but he didn’t feel like examining the color in close quarters. Just because, you know, that’d be kind of pedophilish. Pedophilish. Was that even a word? Maybe he should…nope. Job to do. Job to do.
She smiled, and Tuesday was almost blinded by the glint of the sun. Damn, she had nice teeth. Real nice. Like, if you took a row of Encyclopedia Britannicas and like, lined them up on a shelf, and then painted them all white. Oh, and if they were made out of glass. Glass Encyclopedia Britanicas. Now that idea he was saving.
So all in all, she wasn’t his brother, but she’d do. He nodded curtly. If only he knew what to call her. Had he asked her name already? Cause if he hadn’t, it’d probably be kind of creeperish if he asked again. Creepy? Naw, creeperish. Yeah. Anyways. He racked his brains but came up with a blank, as usual. Better safe than sorry, he guessed.
“So, um, what’s your name…again?”
“Okay, sure.”’
Tuesday spun around. “Wasn’t me!” he shouted instinctively, raising his hands in surrender, before the response fully registered in his mind. “What? Oh! Erm, great!” He began to trot back, fishing around in his pockets for a piece of paper or something, potentially for a diagram of his plan. He returned to the bench, biting down hard on his bottom lip like he always did when he was thinking hard. It was like a kind of idiot…idio...ydiosink…weird thing about him. Among many others. He grinned at the thought, then returned to examine his apparent accomplice.
Well, she was blonde. That was always good. Blonde meant hot, and hot meant his brother would be jealous. Tuesday grinned. He lived for making Thursday jealous, poor kid. Her eyes were like, blue or green or something, but he didn’t feel like examining the color in close quarters. Just because, you know, that’d be kind of pedophilish. Pedophilish. Was that even a word? Maybe he should…nope. Job to do. Job to do.
She smiled, and Tuesday was almost blinded by the glint of the sun. Damn, she had nice teeth. Real nice. Like, if you took a row of Encyclopedia Britannicas and like, lined them up on a shelf, and then painted them all white. Oh, and if they were made out of glass. Glass Encyclopedia Britanicas. Now that idea he was saving.
So all in all, she wasn’t his brother, but she’d do. He nodded curtly. If only he knew what to call her. Had he asked her name already? Cause if he hadn’t, it’d probably be kind of creeperish if he asked again. Creepy? Naw, creeperish. Yeah. Anyways. He racked his brains but came up with a blank, as usual. Better safe than sorry, he guessed.
“So, um, what’s your name…again?”
