Family Relations (Part Thirteen)
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Pyro hummed to himself as he got started on his homework. He was fairly certain he’d be done with the stuff from Millbee’s and Dinnerbone’s school by lunchtime, which was nice. He figured that at that point, rather, after lunch, he’d get started on cleaning the house, since he didn’t have much other work to do right now. Well, he did but he actually needed to have some more school lessons before doing them!
He was quite happy and was humming the more upbeat rebel songs to himself as he worked. He tended to sing quite often, and when he didn’t hum or sing at all was when he was sad or scared. He’d been trying to relax for a while now, and it seemed to be working. He wondered if Baj thought the songs were strange, but no matter. He only sung them cause he liked to sing, the topics they were on were wide ranging and had much less to do with his mood than him singing by itself.
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He sighed at his computer softly. Paul hadn’t really said anything when he’d brought him breakfast, maybe he’d talk more at lunch? Baj wasn’t certain, but he did hope he would. Well, he’d need to anyway; he needed the help getting the place cleaned up for tomorrow, after all.
And since Paul was here, well…that and it would help bleed off his energy, he’d heard him alternate between homework and pacing for a while now since breakfast.
Yeah, he thought that made the most sense. There wasn’t a huge amount of work to be done around the house, but still. It was better than nothing, and might help keep Paul calm and give him something to do that wasn’t schoolwork. And to be fair, even he remembered just how boring schoolwork could get.
He shrugged to himself and got up to go make them lunch.
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Shree watched as Dinnerbone and Millbee filtered into the lunch around along with the rest of their class. He’d wanted to talk to them after yesterday’s…interesting…mention of their cousin and what had happened. He had been concerned for them, but Millbee had messaged him after school and had said things were going okay, but still.
He had noticed they were sitting at a table by themselves, so he made his way over to them and sat down.
“Hello Millbee, Dinnerbone.”
“Oh, hey Shree. How you doing?”
“Pretty good.”
He watched them for a few moments, contemplating what he wanted to say.
“So. What’s going on with your cousin, then?”
Dinnerbone chewed on his lips thoughtfully.
“Well, he’s certainly upset to be here…but he also seems terrified to be here, so that’s a bad combo right off.”
Millbee chimed in, “He hates being here, he’s from the province. But he knows that our dad is a good guy, and I think those two thoughts are conflicting, somehow. I’m not certain why.” He shrugged slightly at that.
Shree blinked at that. He could think of a few reasons right off as to why that would be a problem. But then again, Millbee was never the introspective one, that was Dinnerbone.
“So, what are you doing about it?”
“Currently hoping that by encouraging everyone involved to talk, which includes us. We hope it will help.”
He would have said more, but they were then approached by two of the other students. Dinnerbone recognized them as the two kids whose parents were from the Republic of Ireland. They however were born here, if he remembered correctly. He wondered if they wanted to talk to them about their cousin. After they’d left school on Friday, word had gotten around fast as to why they had left early.
“Uh, Millbee?”
“Hm, what?”
“Could you give this to your cousin?” said the older one as he handed an envelope to him. It was labeled as To: Millbee and Dinnerbone’s Cousin
“Uh…sure…what is it?”
They both looked at him slightly nervous.
“We wanted to let your cousin know what the teachers here were like and who is…um…who is…”
“Who’s gonna be well, bastards…about him being from…you know…” said the younger one, being very quiet. Both of them looked very nervous and kept looking around to make sure there were no teachers nearby.
“Oh, um, thanks. I’ll make sure he gets it.”
“Thanks!” they both said as they hurried off to their own table.
Shree blinked. He would have said something about this letter; however, it was almost time for his next class.
“Um…well, talk to you later, lunch is almost over now.”
“Talk to you later, Shree.”
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Pyro bounced around, getting the house cleaned up. He was currently vacuuming everything he could possibly vacuum. It was a nice vacuum, he thought, one of those ones that can go between hardwood and carpet without having to hit any buttons.
Baj had shown him where all the cleaning supplies where, and told him what he shouldn’t clean, which was mostly anything in the cabinets with doors on them. Everything else needed to be dusted and cleaned, as far as Pyro could tell. He was humming to himself as he went around getting the place cleaned up.
After not too long, Millbee and Dinnerbone arrived back home, making one heck of a racket as they entered the house.
“Hey, I’ve got something for you I’ll put it on your desk.”
“Okay, thanks!” He said as he kept cleaning.
They both looked at each other for a moment before wandering off.
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Dinner had been uneventful. Baj had given him his food and reminded him about what was happening tomorrow, but that was it. He was now working on the last of his work and contemplating the letter that he’d put in a drawer once he’d gotten back to the room. For some reason, he didn’t really want to explain letters from people to his uncle, particularly when he didn’t yet know the people.
He shrugged before pulling the letter out of the drawer.
It was labeled as To: Millbee and Dinnerbone’s Cousin, which he found mildly amusing. He figured that his name either hadn’t been mentioned or the writer wasn’t certain they’d heard it correctly.
Hello there!
My brother and I, we wanted to let you know something.
Wait, first, I’m Tadhg or Timothy, and my brother here is Lasairian but called Larry.
Right, right. Call us Tim and Larry, okay? You’ll want to use your English name as well. Most of the teachers are fine, but there are few that…aren’t.
Right! Like Mr. Brown, the history teacher for your year. I think I’ll actually be in your class, since we’re the same age. That and I might have made friends with the secretaries. So, in his case, don’t talk much, don’t volunteer anything, and ignore everything he says about the islands we are on, pretty much!
He’s not that bad! Yes he is! Whatever. So, yeah. He’s the worse. But mind you, he freaking served over there, so…yeah. Which does explains some things. Also explains why you try to not talk to him! He’ll be…professional…but still.
Also, there’s Ms. Taylor, who teaches math, who’s nicer than him, but still. And I don’t think you’ll have her this year, anyway.
Yeah. I think those are the only two you really need to worry about. Besides, I’m sure Millbee can deliver letters, he knows who we are!
See you next week! See you!
Tadhg Lasairian
Pyro slowly shook his head at the letter before putting it back in the drawer. Welp. That’s…interesting. He wasn’t too certain of what to do with that information. Actually, no, he did at least know one thing. He would write a quick reply, thanking them.
On the outside he wrote To: Tim and Larry
On the inside went
Hello Tadhg and Lasairian!
Thanks for the heads up, I appreciate it. I’m glad Millbee got this to me before I start classes next week; I think it will help me.
From,
Pádraig/Paul
That would do. He saw Millbee getting ready to head upstairs so he flagged him down.
“Hey, could you give this to the people who sent me the letter, please?”
“Wha…oh! Tim and Larry. Yeah, sure, I’ll give them it tomorrow.”
“Thanks!”
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link to part fourteen- http://mindcracklove.dreamwidth.org/621542.html#cutid1
Pyro hummed to himself as he got started on his homework. He was fairly certain he’d be done with the stuff from Millbee’s and Dinnerbone’s school by lunchtime, which was nice. He figured that at that point, rather, after lunch, he’d get started on cleaning the house, since he didn’t have much other work to do right now. Well, he did but he actually needed to have some more school lessons before doing them!
He was quite happy and was humming the more upbeat rebel songs to himself as he worked. He tended to sing quite often, and when he didn’t hum or sing at all was when he was sad or scared. He’d been trying to relax for a while now, and it seemed to be working. He wondered if Baj thought the songs were strange, but no matter. He only sung them cause he liked to sing, the topics they were on were wide ranging and had much less to do with his mood than him singing by itself.
-----
He sighed at his computer softly. Paul hadn’t really said anything when he’d brought him breakfast, maybe he’d talk more at lunch? Baj wasn’t certain, but he did hope he would. Well, he’d need to anyway; he needed the help getting the place cleaned up for tomorrow, after all.
And since Paul was here, well…that and it would help bleed off his energy, he’d heard him alternate between homework and pacing for a while now since breakfast.
Yeah, he thought that made the most sense. There wasn’t a huge amount of work to be done around the house, but still. It was better than nothing, and might help keep Paul calm and give him something to do that wasn’t schoolwork. And to be fair, even he remembered just how boring schoolwork could get.
He shrugged to himself and got up to go make them lunch.
-----
Shree watched as Dinnerbone and Millbee filtered into the lunch around along with the rest of their class. He’d wanted to talk to them after yesterday’s…interesting…mention of their cousin and what had happened. He had been concerned for them, but Millbee had messaged him after school and had said things were going okay, but still.
He had noticed they were sitting at a table by themselves, so he made his way over to them and sat down.
“Hello Millbee, Dinnerbone.”
“Oh, hey Shree. How you doing?”
“Pretty good.”
He watched them for a few moments, contemplating what he wanted to say.
“So. What’s going on with your cousin, then?”
Dinnerbone chewed on his lips thoughtfully.
“Well, he’s certainly upset to be here…but he also seems terrified to be here, so that’s a bad combo right off.”
Millbee chimed in, “He hates being here, he’s from the province. But he knows that our dad is a good guy, and I think those two thoughts are conflicting, somehow. I’m not certain why.” He shrugged slightly at that.
Shree blinked at that. He could think of a few reasons right off as to why that would be a problem. But then again, Millbee was never the introspective one, that was Dinnerbone.
“So, what are you doing about it?”
“Currently hoping that by encouraging everyone involved to talk, which includes us. We hope it will help.”
He would have said more, but they were then approached by two of the other students. Dinnerbone recognized them as the two kids whose parents were from the Republic of Ireland. They however were born here, if he remembered correctly. He wondered if they wanted to talk to them about their cousin. After they’d left school on Friday, word had gotten around fast as to why they had left early.
“Uh, Millbee?”
“Hm, what?”
“Could you give this to your cousin?” said the older one as he handed an envelope to him. It was labeled as To: Millbee and Dinnerbone’s Cousin
“Uh…sure…what is it?”
They both looked at him slightly nervous.
“We wanted to let your cousin know what the teachers here were like and who is…um…who is…”
“Who’s gonna be well, bastards…about him being from…you know…” said the younger one, being very quiet. Both of them looked very nervous and kept looking around to make sure there were no teachers nearby.
“Oh, um, thanks. I’ll make sure he gets it.”
“Thanks!” they both said as they hurried off to their own table.
Shree blinked. He would have said something about this letter; however, it was almost time for his next class.
“Um…well, talk to you later, lunch is almost over now.”
“Talk to you later, Shree.”
-----
Pyro bounced around, getting the house cleaned up. He was currently vacuuming everything he could possibly vacuum. It was a nice vacuum, he thought, one of those ones that can go between hardwood and carpet without having to hit any buttons.
Baj had shown him where all the cleaning supplies where, and told him what he shouldn’t clean, which was mostly anything in the cabinets with doors on them. Everything else needed to be dusted and cleaned, as far as Pyro could tell. He was humming to himself as he went around getting the place cleaned up.
After not too long, Millbee and Dinnerbone arrived back home, making one heck of a racket as they entered the house.
“Hey, I’ve got something for you I’ll put it on your desk.”
“Okay, thanks!” He said as he kept cleaning.
They both looked at each other for a moment before wandering off.
-----
Dinner had been uneventful. Baj had given him his food and reminded him about what was happening tomorrow, but that was it. He was now working on the last of his work and contemplating the letter that he’d put in a drawer once he’d gotten back to the room. For some reason, he didn’t really want to explain letters from people to his uncle, particularly when he didn’t yet know the people.
He shrugged before pulling the letter out of the drawer.
It was labeled as To: Millbee and Dinnerbone’s Cousin, which he found mildly amusing. He figured that his name either hadn’t been mentioned or the writer wasn’t certain they’d heard it correctly.
Hello there!
My brother and I, we wanted to let you know something.
Wait, first, I’m Tadhg or Timothy, and my brother here is Lasairian but called Larry.
Right, right. Call us Tim and Larry, okay? You’ll want to use your English name as well. Most of the teachers are fine, but there are few that…aren’t.
Right! Like Mr. Brown, the history teacher for your year. I think I’ll actually be in your class, since we’re the same age. That and I might have made friends with the secretaries. So, in his case, don’t talk much, don’t volunteer anything, and ignore everything he says about the islands we are on, pretty much!
He’s not that bad! Yes he is! Whatever. So, yeah. He’s the worse. But mind you, he freaking served over there, so…yeah. Which does explains some things. Also explains why you try to not talk to him! He’ll be…professional…but still.
Also, there’s Ms. Taylor, who teaches math, who’s nicer than him, but still. And I don’t think you’ll have her this year, anyway.
Yeah. I think those are the only two you really need to worry about. Besides, I’m sure Millbee can deliver letters, he knows who we are!
See you next week! See you!
Tadhg Lasairian
Pyro slowly shook his head at the letter before putting it back in the drawer. Welp. That’s…interesting. He wasn’t too certain of what to do with that information. Actually, no, he did at least know one thing. He would write a quick reply, thanking them.
On the outside he wrote To: Tim and Larry
On the inside went
Hello Tadhg and Lasairian!
Thanks for the heads up, I appreciate it. I’m glad Millbee got this to me before I start classes next week; I think it will help me.
From,
Pádraig/Paul
That would do. He saw Millbee getting ready to head upstairs so he flagged him down.
“Hey, could you give this to the people who sent me the letter, please?”
“Wha…oh! Tim and Larry. Yeah, sure, I’ll give them it tomorrow.”
“Thanks!”
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link to part fourteen- http://mindcracklove.dreamwidth.org/621542.html#cutid1
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Date: Friday, April 4th, 2014 07:46 am (UTC)