|
|
Post by luna on Mar 13, 2010 14:22:19 GMT -5
Painting my nails red and wearing a two-bit ring
Everytime that I get hurt, I get new earrings [/font] ★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★
Geor's chuckle after her lost-comment seemed suspicious but also sort of funny at the same time. I wonder what he is laughing at? Luna thought, afraid of what will happen next. But she didn't want to think about it, instead, listened to his voice talk on about Christmas. Many people liked the same things about Christmas in general, and Luna was no exception.
"Chrismas is my favorite as well. I mean, who doesn't like recieving presents?" A grin split her face when she heard her butler suggested her to go snowboarding. "Oh, I will. It looks fun, actually!" Her body swayed in a little reverie. I'd be dangerously fun, since Luna liked the thrill of things like that.
Something ticked in her brain after a run through of his words again. "Your birthday is not your favorite?" Luna asked. She gave a sigh of relief. "I mean, lots of people like their birthday because it's focused on them. While Christmas is like about family and friends." The lady paused before continuing. "Birthday parties are not that fun in the first place," she nodded in agreement to herself.
Next, she asked Geor, "So... what kind of animals do you like? I like dogs, I guess... but then again I like everything!"
[/blockquote] ★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★ TAGSgeor !COUNT210NOTESshortLYRICSButterfly on Your Right Shoulder - Kagamine RinCREDITme |
|
|
|
Post by GEOR T. WOLF on Mar 14, 2010 5:46:16 GMT -5
Geor couldn't argue with her, when she said birthdays weren't all that great. He didn't like all the preparations and stuff. If it was up to him, he would rather spend his birthday with his friends, having fun, doing whetever they wanted, whenever they wanted. Sure, he didn't have all that many birthday parties, but the ones he had, were annoying. Cleaning up after the guests left, having to be all friendly with people two or three times his age just because they were distant relatives. It annoyed him to great lengths.
As they were nearing the dormitory, his lady asked her next question. His favorite animal. They had a dog at home, it was a german shepherd, solid black in color. He was 8 when they got it, and he had been taking care of it for years, but it dies some 3 years ago due to an accident.
"I guess I like dogs, since they are loyal. I like wolves as well, but they are too dangerous to keep as a pet." said the boy, and glanced at the sky, deep in thougts.
He still remembered what his grandfather told him. A long time ago they had lots of wolves in Japan, but they were exterminated as they were a threat to domestic animals and humans. Or at least that was the cover. In truth, the rulers of the time loved hunting wolves, like British nobles liked foxhunts. It was a stupid sport all right, but he knew that was human nature. Fear what you don't know, and destroy what you fear. Easy enough to follow, but rather stupid in his opinion.
"We are almost there, Luna. But... it's my turn to ask. All right... This will be an easy one. What are your favorite colors? Mine are dark green, brown, black and dark red."
While Geor asked his question, they spotted the gates of the dorms. The place was the same as the main bulding, extravagant, and monumental. Geor wasn't sure he had ever seen a school like this back in England, and he had been to Oxford once.
Tag Luna
Words 348
Notes None
Music Bruce Dickinson - Tattooed Millionaire
made by Khordak
|
|
