Post by kynan on Mar 18, 2008 10:26:02 GMT
"Yes, I'll see you tomorrow then. Mwah. Love you too." Kynan was shut up in his room, avoiding the normal hustle of the rest of his family. The hordes of younger children were prone to making loud noises whenever he was on the phone, especially when he was on the phone with a member of the opposite sex, which was, of course, about ninety-nine percent of the time. The problem had escalated a few years back when the little brats angels had started getting so disrespectful that they just barged in on him in his room, and he had to get a lock for his door to rectify the problem. Even now, it didn't deter them entirely, however. Just minutes ago, Isolde had come banging on the door demanding her brother to come out. He had just ignored her. Aelwyn had done so too, screaming something rather choice comments about another girl who she knew that he was dating but wasn't the one who was on the phone. He had definitely ignored her.
"Mmhmm. I love you too." It was about time for the Hang Up Ritual to start. Kynan didn't quite understand why Sharon insisted on performing the ritual. It seemed rather pointless, and of course, the money came out of his pocket, but it made her happy. "No, you hang up first," he answered, responding to her preliminary call. "You hang up first, I'm the one who loves you more." A similar message came back down the phone line into his ear. "Heh, no, you're hanging up first." And so the ritual continued, for a good five minutes, before Kynan finally put the phone down on its hook. His ear was red from having the phone next to it for the better part of two hours, he knew it.
Yawning, he went to the door, listening to the outside sounds before unlocking it. Things had quietened down considerably. Perhaps Mum had taken the rest of the spawn out. Brody had requested a quiet afternoon to himself and his friend. Yeah, right. Even Isolde knew that Ten was coming back, Brody hadn't shut up about it for the past week. And even Morgan knew that Brody was head-over-heels in love with that girl, god knows why. She was a horrific woman, and was definitely one of the few females that Kynan would never himself dating. Not even if he was paid to do it.
So all the annoying younger ones had been whisked away, and only the older, more responsible (heh) ones were at home, awaiting the return of Brody and his bride. Bae was probably about somewhere, but his genetic makeup didn't make him quite as determined as Kynan to make Brody suffer when he returned, and to tease him endlessly about what was sure to ensue. And Imogen, no way. She was just too mature and stuff.
Kynan ran downstairs, upon hearing the sound of a car pull up. He ran into the kitchen and grabbed the box of cornflakes that someone had left on the kitchen table from their breakfast, and poured it into a large bowl. Taking the bowl out into the foyer, he waited until he judged the time to be right, and then flung open the door for the couple right as they were about to walk in. In an awfully nasally brass instrument imitation, Kynan began to sing the well-known wedding march, throwing handfuls of cornflakes over the newly wedded couple. Yeah, Brody'd probably kill him afterwards, but it was worth it to see the expression on his face. And Brody hit like a girl anyway, so Ky could so take it.
"Mmhmm. I love you too." It was about time for the Hang Up Ritual to start. Kynan didn't quite understand why Sharon insisted on performing the ritual. It seemed rather pointless, and of course, the money came out of his pocket, but it made her happy. "No, you hang up first," he answered, responding to her preliminary call. "You hang up first, I'm the one who loves you more." A similar message came back down the phone line into his ear. "Heh, no, you're hanging up first." And so the ritual continued, for a good five minutes, before Kynan finally put the phone down on its hook. His ear was red from having the phone next to it for the better part of two hours, he knew it.
Yawning, he went to the door, listening to the outside sounds before unlocking it. Things had quietened down considerably. Perhaps Mum had taken the rest of the spawn out. Brody had requested a quiet afternoon to himself and his friend. Yeah, right. Even Isolde knew that Ten was coming back, Brody hadn't shut up about it for the past week. And even Morgan knew that Brody was head-over-heels in love with that girl, god knows why. She was a horrific woman, and was definitely one of the few females that Kynan would never himself dating. Not even if he was paid to do it.
So all the annoying younger ones had been whisked away, and only the older, more responsible (heh) ones were at home, awaiting the return of Brody and his bride. Bae was probably about somewhere, but his genetic makeup didn't make him quite as determined as Kynan to make Brody suffer when he returned, and to tease him endlessly about what was sure to ensue. And Imogen, no way. She was just too mature and stuff.
Kynan ran downstairs, upon hearing the sound of a car pull up. He ran into the kitchen and grabbed the box of cornflakes that someone had left on the kitchen table from their breakfast, and poured it into a large bowl. Taking the bowl out into the foyer, he waited until he judged the time to be right, and then flung open the door for the couple right as they were about to walk in. In an awfully nasally brass instrument imitation, Kynan began to sing the well-known wedding march, throwing handfuls of cornflakes over the newly wedded couple. Yeah, Brody'd probably kill him afterwards, but it was worth it to see the expression on his face. And Brody hit like a girl anyway, so Ky could so take it.