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Post by Epesi on Jan 10, 2005 21:14:28 GMT -5
Tuke nods and occasionally interjects a verbal agreement, though as the memories get progressively more embarrassing, his nodding slows to a stop, and he clears his throat a few times. He can feel his face burning, though his coat hides the blush.
Rutt, meanwhile, seems to be enjoying this, and snorts with laughter. "Beauty. That settles it, eh? I believe him."
"Oh, well then," Tuke says, determined to save face, "Since we're all family here, I guess you won't mind if I tell Dad a bit about you, eh? Like the time your hooves froze in the pond, or..."
Rutt cuts in quickly, "Well, I'm not the one who managed to total a mammoth, eh, am I?"
"I guess not, because if you was driving, you'd have brought down the whole herd!"
The contest of humiliation quickly degenerates into a name-calling duel, and Roanoke is all but forgotten in the turmoil.
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Post by EbonyPatriot on Jan 10, 2005 21:44:11 GMT -5
Roanoke's face falls in sheer horror. Having one's hooves freeze in the ice?!? Crashing a mammtoh?!? Name calling?!? Some lords of the forest!
Roanoke's black heart is stabbed with the terrible realization that his sons are complete idiots.
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Post by Epesi on Jan 11, 2005 6:57:38 GMT -5
OOC: LOL! XD That line cracked me up. Say, you wouldn't mind if I put it in my signature, would you? ;D
BIC: The name-calling continues for some time, and the brothers' shouting has silenced all other creatures in the area. Though the severity of the insults escalates as the taunting continues, at the same time it's become sort of a game, almost as if each brother dared the other to cross the line first.
"Big no--" Tuke starts finally, but pauses, and then sighs. The shouting has started to make him hoarse, and he can't even remember why it started anymore.
Rutt tilts his head. "Well, go on, eh? Finish it." "Fin-- " Tuke pauses to consider it. "No, you don't wanna hear it, eh." "Oh, yeah?" "Yeah. You know what I was gonna say, anyhow." "I do?" "Wha-- sure yah do." "And...what was tha, eh?" "It was...wait just a-- I know what you're doing, you hoofer." "What, eh? Am I doing something?" "You can't fool me into telling you, badger breath!" Rutt bristles. "Are you tryin' to start something, crusty tail?"
And it starts, all over again...
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Post by EbonyPatriot on Jan 11, 2005 16:22:06 GMT -5
OOC: Are you kdding? I'd love it if you put it in signature. ;D
BIC: "IDIOTS!!!" roars Roanoke, losing his temper. "CAN'T YOU DO ANYTHING BESIDES CALLING EACH OTHER NAMES?!"
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Post by Epesi on Jan 11, 2005 18:57:48 GMT -5
The brothers are startled by Roanoke's sudden outburst, and with a yelp, they stumble into each other, as they simultaneously try to turn around to find the source of the yelling. Oh yeah, that's right, it was Roanoke, eh.
Panting, Tuke blurts, "Well, sure, eh, we can...we can do a lot besides...name-callin'." "Yeah, like, uh, yoga..." Rutt begins. "There's, um, grass, I can find the good stuff, eh..." Tuke babbles at the same time. "It's really relaxing, eh, you should try it sometime..." "...Sleep, eat some more..." "...It'd do you good, eh, 'specially for one like you, I mean, you should watch your blood pressure..." "...Rode some mammoths once, eh, but that was the bear boy's idea...you met Kenai, eh?" Tuke seems to be changing the subject, or maybe he just forgot; now he attempts to make friendly conversation about Kenai. "...I could teach you a few positions now, if you'd like, eh?"
Tuke continues bantering about Kenai as Rutt stands, ready to give Roanoke a demonstration if he says the word. Neither one seems to remember what started them on their current subject, or the earlier name-calling contest.
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Post by EbonyPatriot on Jan 11, 2005 19:39:04 GMT -5
Roanoke rolls his softening eyes as his sons tell him all of the things they can do. "All right all right, don't hurt yourselves," he grumbles. "And my blood pressure's FINE!!"
Clearing his throat, the Moose raises his head. "Well, now that we're family again, I shall be the ultimate dad. What would you boys like to do?"
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Post by Epesi on Jan 11, 2005 19:59:20 GMT -5
Rutt and Tuke exchange glances.
"Well," starts Rutt, "We could, like, try some positions now, eh...or..."
"Or, we could get somethin' to eat, eh?"
"Beauty, eh, I'm starving."
"Beauty." Tuke grins, and turns to browse. It's a little late for dew, but there's some nice grass here, and twigs...mm...
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Post by EbonyPatriot on Jan 11, 2005 20:14:00 GMT -5
"I meant as in going somewhere," says Roanoke, smiling fading.
Curioisty getting the better of him, Roanoke turns to Rutt. "And what do you mean by yoga, pray tell?"
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Post by Epesi on Jan 11, 2005 23:04:06 GMT -5
"Oh," says Tuke, chewing on a twig thoughtfully. "Well, where do you wanna go, eh?"
Rutt, meanwhile, is delighted that Roanoke seems to have taken interest in his hobby. "You wanna know about yoga, eh? Beauty. Well, let's start with a basic introduction, eh..."
Tuke rolls his eyes as Rutt begins describing the finer points of the mental and physical exercises. This could take a while.
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Post by EbonyPatriot on Jan 12, 2005 16:28:33 GMT -5
Roanoke's eye twitches. "That's why I asked you, Tuke."
He turns as Rutt explains about yoga. "Doesn't that hurt?" Roanoke asks increduosly.
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Post by Epesi on Jan 12, 2005 17:32:19 GMT -5
"Not if you do it the right way, eh. See, watch me..." Rutt takes a deep breath, exhaling slowly, and moves into a very awkward-looking position. "You just...just relax, and focus on somethin', eh. It only hurts if you do it wrong..."
Tuke shifts the twig around in his mouth. "I dunno. We could go look at my favorite glacier, or..."
Something pops, and Rutt falls with a yelp. "I'm fine! Ow."
OOC: LOL, it feels weird, just making up stuff as I go about something I've never really tried. ;D And Rutt's not injured, just so you know.
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Post by EbonyPatriot on Jan 12, 2005 18:44:08 GMT -5
OOC: You're good at it eh? Lol I loved that when Rutt falls. ;D
BIC: "Wow," mutters Roanoke sarcastically. "So how painful is it when you do it wrong?"
The stag turns to his firstborn. "Sure, we can find this glacier of yours."
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Post by Epesi on Jan 12, 2005 18:58:13 GMT -5
"...Only a little bit, eh," says Rutt, shuddering, as he gets back on his hooves. "Ow."
Tuke clears his throat. "Let's go, eh? We're wastin' daylight." He doesn't bother to mention the distance from here to the glacier. He figures some time to get reacquainted will do them good.
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Post by EbonyPatriot on Jan 12, 2005 19:07:36 GMT -5
"Agreed," says Roanoke, stretching his white legs. "Come, my sons."
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Post by Epesi on Jan 12, 2005 19:36:58 GMT -5
Tuke leads the way, and after a minute, he decides to start a conversation.
"So, eh..." he starts. But what to talk about? A number of subjects cross his mind, mostly involving grass, but none strikes his fancy at the moment. Even Rutt's yoga is considered for a brief moment, but in the end that is turned down. There is silence for a moment, then...
"How about that smallish bear, Koda, eh? Cute kid. He'll talk your ears off." Asking where Roanoke has been over the years doesn't seem to occur to him.
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