That wasn’t a very good explanation at all, nope! Lily wasn’t satisfied in the least bit, and being shoved off only caused the girl to become even more frustrated. And since she didn’t have enough strength to keep Silver pinned down, in the next moment he would find himself roughly shoved down onto his back once more, though this time it wasn’t a little girl that was placed atop of him, it was a dog.
Bandersnatch, to be more specific. Though it wasn’t exactly the playful type, so instead of licking Silver’s face and covering it with slobber, it growled down at him, successfully pinning him down and, with it’s weight, not allowing Silver to shove it off. And having met the chain before, Silver probably knew just how merciless it was.
Of course, no lives were being threatened here. Lily was just mad!
“That doesn’t tell me anything at all! You’re a liar! Teach me properly!”
The youngest Baskerville would continue to insist on learning the meaning of these difficult concepts, too complicated for her mind to understand. Kneeling just next to Silver’s head, she hovered her own just centimeters away from his, wide blue eyes staring into his own silver ones.
And for the second time today, Silver is sprawled on his back with an ever-growing buttache and some strange little shit on top of him. Well, this time it wasn’t so little, per say. No, more like a big-ass hellhound who hasn’t visited a dentist in fuck-knows how long. And this time he was sufficiently pinned, unable to push off the beast that was pressing down on his longs harder by the second.
The sudden appearance of the chain had seemed to startle some people, as the area quickly became sparse as idiots packed up their once-peaceful picnics and moved somewhere else.
Well that’s just perfect. Fucking Cthulhu is standing on his chest and the antichrist is screaming into his ear, with no one around to possibly help him. He could bring out his pokemon, of course, but the last time that had happened he couldn’t get the blood out of his jacket for a week. Gross.
When suddenly his vision was filled with the rosy cheeks of one Lily Baskerville, wide eyes piercing into his own as she ordered him to speak. To teach her of these fanciful words that really she shouldn’t even be asking about in the first place. The redhead glared back up at her.
"Fine— Fine! Goddammit fine, I’ll fucking—-ugh" His voice was hoarse, it was tough to talk when your lungs were being depleted by a big-ass bloodthirsty dog.
"Just get this thing off me and I’ll goddamn teach you whatever the fuck you want! Cripes.”
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Being shooed away without so much as an answer to her questions was more frustrating than anything. Of course, she wouldn’t leave just like that. Not without the answers she wanted. With a pout and a playfully angry expression, the youngest Baskerville began to pound her tiny fists against Silver’s chest, knocking him over onto his back and placing herself on top of him just like when she had met Reim.
“No! You have to teach me! Teach me, teach me, teach me!”
Before he could even brace himself Silver was flat on his back, chest being played like a drum by one tiny, but mighty, little girl. And it was all Gold’s fault, that little cock-gargling bitch. The trainer made a mental note to extract some kind of revenge on the other boy later, but right now he had a small problem to handle first.
"Fine— You really wanna fuckin’ know?” Getting up, Silver pushed the little girl off like a dog and quickly got to his feet, hands locked crossed over his chest.
"Listen up, Miss snot-nosed piss-pants, because I’ll only say it once."
"Everything you just said is mainly for faggot people with faggot weaknesses that make them fuckin’ faggots."
As he began to go through the different terms he would put a finger up as if counting them off.
“Kissing is when two faggots decide their own saliva isn’t good enough, so they decide to trade each other’s drool by shoving their faggot tongues down each other’s faggot throats.”
“Love is that feeling you get when you turn into a fucking fag-ass fagfucker.”
"And sex is…"
"…Something Gold will never experience in his life because he’s a horrible ass-munching faggot who eats babies for breakfast. That’s why he couldn’t tell you.” Silver took a minute to clear his throat after finishing, not bothering to glance back at Lily or gauge her reaction.
"Satisfied? Good, now get lost."
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Indeed, the tiny, red-clad figure bounding towards Silver would be none other than Lily Baskerville with that unmistakable, big happy smile on her face, blue eyes shining bright with excitement. Ginger locks fell neatly just over her shoulders, the girl unable to stop in time and instead, crashing right into the redhaired tsundere, though of course she wasn’t heavy enough to knock him over.
Now, what did she want?
“Silver, Silver, Silver ~ ! Guess what, guess what!”
Without even giving Silver a moment to respond, the young Baskerville began to pull on his arm, urging him to crouch down so that they could speak face to face.
“Listen, listen! I was just passing by some people earlier today, and I heard some words! So I wanted to learn what they meant, right? Right?”
She was speaking so quickly, intent on getting what she wanted to say across before he tore himself away from her or interrupted her or something.
“So then I went to Gold! And you know what he did? He started laughing at me and ruffled my hair, and and and—!”
“He told me, ‘Go ask Silver! He can teach ya anything y’wanna learn!’ So I looked all over for you!”
And yes, here they were, sitting by a small, quietly running river surrounded by lush green grass and beautiful flowers, colourfully dotted all around the field. It was nice and peaceful here, a quiet sanctuary for anyone who just wanted some peace and quiet to themselves. But of course, Lily’s loud exclaiming had interrupted this quiet, causing some others that were sitting around or napping to leave, shooting her angry glances.
“So you know? What it means?”
“What does it mean to ‘kiss’ someone? What’s love? What’s sex? What are they? Why wouldn’t Gold tell me?”
Jesus, couldn’t he have just one day—just one fucking day where there’s no little shit screeching in his ear about irrelevant bullcrap? No person twiddling around and knocking his brain against the sides of his skull with pointless garble?
Apparently not. As soon as he hears the tiny footsteps of a blonde-headed little beast of a girl, Silver’s stomach sinks. He doesn’t turn around when she gets near, not when she bumps into him nor even when an endless amount of drabble spews from her sickeningly adorable but completely annoying mouth. Not like it would do any good, the young girl spoke so quickly and with so much energy it would take a nuclear reaction just to stop her.
Ah, or at least he would have liked to keep up this ignoring act, but tiny arms had pulled him down with surprising might so that he was forced to have his ears full of this crap.
When she finally ceases, Silver lets loose, vehemently freeing himself and brushing off the spot where she grabbed as if her hands had been covered in dirt.
He stares at her, brow raised, for a few moments before giving her any kind of answer. Of course Gold would leave him with this mess. Finally the redhead exhaled, shoving his hands into his pocket and growling out his words.
"…Why do you care? You’re like… what, five years old? You’re too young for that faggot shit.”
"Go play hopscotch or something." With this final statement one of his hands pulled itself from his pocket and flicked in a manner that conveyed ‘you may fuck off now’
and as silver was about to fall asleep on the bleachers, alice would be wandering about, not even noticing the redhaired boy until she passed by and woke him up, all by accident. though, just by first glance, she could tell just how hot his temper would be, which would probably turn this boring day of hers into a very… fun and entertaining one. with nothing to do in a place like this, pretending to be a small child but skipping classes anyway was what she did around here, though of course, no one payed her any mind.
with a smirk, alice walked out into view, her white-and-pink coloured clothes standing out against the green of the field, her steps not once making a loud noise as she lightly stepped out in front of him, not climbing up the bleachers towards him, yet standing there, her short stature making her look like but a small child, if not for the whip that she played around with idly in her hands.
“Ah, why, he~llo there!”
she greeted cheerily, smiling an innocent smile, though it seeped with venom. ah, a human. how she despised them! maybe this one would be some fun. just by one look, she’d be able to tell he’d be of use! whether as a slave, or entertainment — either one. didn’t matter! it was a policy of hers to make use of anything she could after all!
“Skipping?” she would then ask, taking one step, two steps closer to the bleachers, lowering herself onto one as she crossed her legs and turned to continue looking up into silver’s eyes, her own showing no sign of her intentions. “My, aren’t these classes boring?” not that she would know, she hadn’t attended a single one. “There’s almost nothing in the curriculum that seems the least bit interesting!” she had no interest at all for human topics, and she didn’t have the least bit of interest in being in a room full of pesky, ignorant humans.
oh, she sure was talking a lot, wasn’t she? not that she cared, of course! she was simply wasting time while throwing in a little bit of fun in there. a little treat out of the blue, from herself, to, well, herself!
suddenly, the half-elf sighed dramatically, leaning back with her arms propped up to hold herself upwards. “If only there could be a little more to do around here, it wouldn’t be so boring, don’t you think?” alice giggled, sounding like nothing more than an innocent child, whip at her side, small, delicate fingers wrapped tightly around the handle.
“Ah, why, he~llo there!”
Jesus christ, now what kind of voice was that. Groggily, the trainer got up, rubbing his eye in order to clear up the visage in front of him. And wow, just what was in front of him? There plain as day was some kind of.. some kind of.. angel? The fluffy white clothing and bleach blonde hair gave off a rather harmonic look, clashing dangerously with that whip that toddled around her fingers.
He sat now, head clear, staring straight at the girl as she started to come closer. Something in her voice made his stomach sink, and his brown knit into one of those typical-Silver glares. The kind that just screams ‘wow I do not like what I’m seeing right now.’ He didn’t answer her skipping question. Like it was any of her fucking business, there was no way this young broad was a teacher. She barely even looked older than him. Of course, if she tattled, she’d sure get a load of it. Silver sighed.
"No shit…" There really wasn’t anything of interest here. The people, the classes, the teachers, the campus, nothing. Ah, and there it went. His once tranquil mood swept away and replaced with the realization that he was still here among idiots. God dammit, and just when he was having such a good nap too. Obviously, this girl was to blame. Pushing himself up off the seat the boy stretched upward, trying to wake the rest of his muscles up before shoving those hands right back in his pockets. He looked back down at the stranger, eyeing her warily.
Just who the hell was she.
Whoever she was she sure had a fucking annoying giggle. God, why do all girls have to fucking giggle so? Do they think it’s cute? Ignoring her complaints, dismissing it as just some way of trying to start conversation or more attempts at being cute, Silver skipped straight to interrogating. Looking down towards the whip curled neatly in her fingers.
"Thinking about starting a slave trade?"
Just because one attends school does not automatically mean they like it, nor does it make them feel obligated to participate in going to classes. Sometimes, it’s just the opposite. Take for example one particularly diffident redhead now stretching out on the empty bleachers, trying to soak up the inkling remnants of the Summer sun before October blows in with a full swing of chilly weather and autumnal atmosphere. The slight breeze blowing through the flora makes a rather euphonic and muted natural melody of crinkling grass and hollowed whisps, all but lulling the boy to sleep.
For a moment, his mind was clear. Not a single, lurking thought swirled around his mind, instead any negativity that would usually cloud his brain was swept away with the minute breeze, leaving his imagination lucid and calm. His breathing began to slow and abstractions snaked in through the corners of his eyes, faint beginnings of dreams setting their stage behind closed eyelids as he fell closer to slumber. When suddenly, everything snapped away, the colors dissolved, replaced with a blinding blue sky that he had to shield with his hand in order to see. Groggily Silver rose up, eyes flicking this way and that to find the source of the noise that had stirred him. A half-conscious, gruff "Who’s there…" slithered out his mouth clumsily, his mind and body still trying to find that coherent equilibrium of being awake.
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