The stage is empty and silent, with only the inaudible sound of nutrients being taken in by Timmy. Before long, however, a small noise can be heard offstage. As it gets closer, it seems to sound like heavy breathing of somekind. Drawing closer still, the source becomes clear.
The noise is, in fact, sniffing.
Said sniffing is coming from the tiny nose on a small boy, crawling across the stage in his white shirt and dark grey overalls. His head of blonde hair is short and messy, with patches of hair similiar in color all over the back of his little hands. Unlike most little boys, however, he has the fuzzy blonde ears and a matching blonde tail of a wolf. His tiny blue eyes looking about the floor excitedly, following the constantly sniffing nose. Eventually, his nose points toward the small bonsai tree, his little eyes looking up and focusing on the silent host. With a quick scamper, the tiny boy heads over to the host, standing himself up next to the pot and looking at the plant.
Timmy: .........
Chris: =o.o=
Timmy: .........
Chris: Yip?
Timmy: ..........
Chris: .......=6.6=
Timmy: .........
Chris: ........=o.o=
Timmy: ........
Chris: ...Potty! =^o^= *begins to raise a leg*
"OH GODS, NO CHRIS, BAD, BAAAAAAAAAAD!!"
From offstage, a rather irate young lady runs out to the bonsai tree's side. She has long brown shoulder-length hair, held back by a light purple hairband. For clothing, she wears black shirt adorned with a red vest, a pair of worn tan pants and a pair of dark brown boots making up the rest of her attire. She quickly scoops up the little boy, looking down at him with upset green eyes.
"How many times do we have to go over this, pottying on things indoors is BAD."
"...*whimper*"
"Oh no, don't give me THAT, you.... huh?"
It is then the young woman finally notices the small bonsai tree, and the empty chair across from it. With a shrug, the woman sits herself down in the chair, placing the little blonde boy on her lap.
Gina: Well hello there. I'm really sorry about that, sometimes he follows his instincts a wee bit too much, hehe.
Timmy: ......
Gina: Yeah, I'm glad I caught him in time too, I bet that would've kinda sucked.
Timmy: ......
Gina: What is he? Well, believe or not, he's a werewolf.
Timmy: .....
Gina: Vicious? Oh hell no, I don't know why the hell people always assume that, gets me so upset sometimes.
Timmy: .....
Gina: ...well Ok, sometimes he hunts squirrels and rabbits but, he wouldn't try to hurt people. We're not killing machines or anything, just a little more wild than most folks.
Timmy: .....
Gina: How would I know? Well, I'm a werewolf too, believe it or not. This little guy's my brother, Chris.
Timmy: .....
Gina: ...look I said I was sorry he tried to 'mark' you, Ok? It's not easy to ignore instincts sometimes, you know. He's still just a baby practically, cut him some slack.
Chris: Yip! *fidgets*
Gina: Just a sec Chris, we'll go in a sec, Ok?
Timmy: ...........
Gina: Yeah, he's a little restless. I was like that a lot when I was his age.
Timmy: ...........
Gina: ...well maybe I'm a *little* like that still, heh. I love going around and seeing new things. Just like he's always doing, the little sneak *gives Chris a quick scritch behind the ears*
Chris: *wags his tail*
Timmy: ..........
Gina: Do I think it's weird treating him like that? I don't know what you mean.
Timmy: ..........
Gina: ...oh THAT? Well he is part wolf, I don't see the harm in a scritch here and there. Always works for my mom with my dad, hehe.
Timmy: ........
Gina: Yeah, my Dad's a werewolf too, that's where we get it from. My Mom's a normal human.
Timmy: .......
Gina: ...well... about as close to normal as you can get in Doma, anyway, yeah. She's a really good cook, and I think she can do a little bit of magic too, it's really cool. She's trying to help teach me some too.
Timmy: .......
Gina: Nah, I probably shouldn't show ya. Mom and I get help from a retired mage in the city, and she doesn't like me practicing without supervision.
Timmy: .......
Gina: ...well I *know* she wouldn't know about it, but I really don't want to. The last time I tried, the person spent a week moving around at half his normal speed. He wasn't too happy.
Timmy: ......
Gina: Look, its not easy, Ok? It's one thing to feel magic, its another to get the hang of how to control it. Between that, and my instincts, and worrying about Chris, sometimes I can't completely concentrate. Which is a big nono when using magic.
Timmy: .....
Gina: ........
Gina: ...well the thing is, my Dad can't watch him for us. He's... away for awhile.
Timmy: ........
Gina: No... not exactly, I know he still loves all of us. It's just...
Gina: ...just that....
Gina: ...*sniff*
Chris: ?
Chris: *nuzzles chin*
Chris: Sad?
Gina: I'm... I'm Ok Chris, don't worry about it.
Chris: Hug! *hugs with chibi arms* All better.
Gina: ......
Gina: ...awww, thanks bro *hugs back*
Timmy: ........
Gina: ...yeah, I guess I am lucky to have him. He can be pretty sweet, when he's not being a pain *scritches again*
Chris: Yip! *wags tail again*
Timmy: ........
Gina: Oh, don't worry about it, you didn't know. It's just hard to think about sometimes. It's been so long since we've seen him....
Timmy: .......
Gina: Yeah, I miss my dad a lot, but he'll come back someday. I know he will. I just... don't know how long it might be...
Timmy: .......
Gina: It's... hard to explain... really. I kinda know why he's gone, but I don't at the same time.
Timmy: .......
Gina: I know it doesn't make much sense. But I kinda understand how he feels... kinda.
Timmy: .......
Gina: I think... the wolf in him likes being free, and... doesn't want to come back...
Timmy: ......
Gina: ...in a way, yeah, sometimes it's like we're two people. But not all the time. That's why its hard to explain. Sometimes both sides agree, and sometimes they don't.
Timmy: ......
Gina: Yeah, it's scary sometimes. There are days I wish I was like other kids sometimes too. But then I wouldn't be me. And that would suck, hehe. Just don't tell my Mom I said that.
Timmy: ......
Gina: You know, I think you're right. Part of me is scared I'll do the same thing to my mom someday. Just loose control and leave. But, I don't think I will. One thing my Dad told me, was that he always hid from the wolf in him for a long long time. But I never have. Maybe it won't happen to me as easy. Least I hope so.
Timmy: .......
Gina: *blush* That's nice of you to say, heh. I know he still loves us a lot. Maybe when his two sides get along better, my Dad will come home again.
Timmy: .......
Gina: Huh? Why do I need to look down?
Gina: .........
Chris: *whimpers*
Chris: *has a pair of very damp pants*
Gina: AHHH CRAAAAAAAP. Dammit, I'm so sorry... we'd better get you home and change you. It was nice meeting you Timmy!
And with that, the young woman hurries off, carrying the slightly damp sibling with her. Timmy sits alone once more, awaiting yet another to take the hotseat....
Edited by: FF Fanatic 80 at: 12/11/04 15:32