Ruben
The goodest!
Thu Nov 16, 2017 23:54
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Nej scratch that, Rose had really fun shoelaces. The funnest. Which wasn’t proper English grammar, but (a) it was absolutely proper Swedish grammar (b) he was just talking to himself in his own head anyways (c) since when did he care about how he talked to himself in his own head (d) they were flat (e) they were pink (...) what letter came after E?

Humming thoughtfully, lips pursed, Ruben petted the shoelace nearest to him. Flat was alright. Flat started with an F… no, a P. Platt. P came after E? Alright, then. Reason (p), pink was a weird colour for shoelaces. And pink started with a P, so that worked out perfectly. Perfekt was also a P word, and also a great descriptor for other things that were P words, which was obviously intentional. However, the ends of the laces were gold and shiny and this was unrelated to anything he had previously said to himself in his own head, except for the very first thing. Rose had the funnest shoelaces. The golden tips were what made them the funnest.

He cocked his hand at her shoe, splaying out his fingers in a gun shape, and with a muttered “bang!” he shot one of the golden tips. Ruben then brought his hand back to his face and blew on the barrel of his finger gun. A burst of gold sparks poofed out from his finger. Hah, he’d stolen the gold from her!

“Kill me?” he echoed in some confusion, drawling out the word. That wasn’t what he had meant, not at all. ‘There can only be one’ was, like, a popular reference to some movie or television program or whatever. What it was referencing didn’t matter because he didn’t care about that; the fact that it was a reference was the important bit. And being a reference meant that it was a joke. Unfortunately, he was prevented from clearing up this matter with Rose by the currently annoyingly tall and upright girl insulting him and then trying to kick him again.

Well, it wasn’t just a try - her foot made contact with him, funnest shoelaces and all. (All, in this case, meant just the shoelaces and foot, really. Feet didn’t have that many separate parts. Not outside of the skin bag, anyways.) But Ruben, despite having consumed nearly a bottle of homemade potato vodka and gotten himself into a state where he had forgotten how exactly he’d gotten there but remembered there were vegetables involved and also felt a strong sense of pride for what he could only assume was his own excellence, still had some form of muscle memory intact.

He grabbed her foot as it was retreating from the kick. With a dramatic sigh, he yanked lightly on the captured foot, attempting to tug-of-war her back down to his level. The ground was better by a whole pile. The grass was kind of soft in a prickling way around his partially-bare torso and somewhere nearby was his bottle of magic vegetables. “Owwww. Why are you wanting to kill me? We are friends,” he grumped loudly with a facial expression that was definitely not a pout. “There does not have to be only one. It was a joke. We can be two. Because we are anyways like two pods in… Two leafs on… Two...” Ruben paused, struggling to come up with the phrase. “Two shoes,” he finally suggested, punctuating this with a harder foot-yank. “Join me Rrrrrose!”

  • I guess I'm just a good man - Rose, Wed Nov 15 07:09
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    • The goodest! - Ruben, Thu Nov 16 23:54
      • Well I wouldn't go that far - Rose, Thu Dec 7 09:57
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