icecream, no strawberries [COLA]

[victor lebeau]

He glanced down at the textbook the boy was holding. Studious? Good! Children needed to study, to get good grades and happy lives. Victor took Alexis' hand, then Avery's, who seemed a bit unsure at first, glancing over at Jet all the way to the checkout line. He set the childrens' books in his bag and held their hands as he waited for Jet, then continued outside toward the nice little ice cream parlor. Avery kept glancing until she screeched to a halt, sticking out her hand to the brunette boy. "Vous devez tenir la main ou vous deviendrez perdu!" She declared. Victor flushed. "A-Avy."
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Vous devez tenir la main ou vous deviendrez perdu! - "You have to hold hands or you will get lost!"

[jethro konnor]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true] [style=width: 238px; height: 20px; background:#858585; margin-bottom:0px; border: 1px solid #453D3D; padding-top: 3px; text-align:center; font-family:ms gothic; font-size: 20px; color: #453D3D;]SCREAM SCREAM SCREAM ..What? He stared at the girl, frowning a bit. He understood, reaching out to take her hand..nervously, but gripped it and looked up at Victor, frowning. "I don't speak french, sir..". He felt bad for being unable to talk to the little girl, but offered her a nervous smile. "Does..she know english,sir?" [/style]

[victor lebeau]

His daughter knew no limits, it seemed. He'd have to talk to her later, explain why it wasn't good to insist that he hold her hand. He was a big boy, he didn't need to hold hands and he wouldn't get lost. She seemed happy with him taking her hand, though the boy looked completely uncertain and a bit clueless. Victor's flush deepened a bit. "She understands English, but she doesn't speak much, I'm afraid.. I try to encourage her as best I can." Perhaps French reminded her of her home, before. He looked away. "I'm sorry; she can be very..." He glanced at the little girl. "Assertive." His lips quirked into a small smile. "Like her mother.."

[jethro konnor]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true] [style=width: 238px; height: 20px; background:#858585; margin-bottom:0px; border: 1px solid #453D3D; padding-top: 3px; text-align:center; font-family:ms gothic; font-size: 20px; color: #453D3D;]SCREAM SCREAM SCREAM He understood. Jethro didn't let go of the young girl's hand, walking with her before looking at Victor. 'I'm use to children.". It was all he explained while they walked. Since the girl understood, he spoke more easily. "You're very sweet for holding my hand. Just remember to look both ways. I'm sure your father taught you such already though..". He was more gentle with her, then peered at the other boy. "..Is he shy?" [/style]

[victor lebeau]

He nodded to the simple explanation. He didn't need one that was more thorough. He'd tell him what he wanted, after all, but he also understood. He seemed good with children, sweet and gentle. Like Pascal. "Oui," Avery answered Jet's statement. Yes, her father had taught her to look both ways, and she obeyed.. and made sure everyone else did, as well. "Alexis est très timide, comme une souris." Victor tsked as Alexis returned, "Je ne suis pas une souris," with a utterance. He looked to Jet. "He is.. He just needs to get comfortable, then he'll attach himself to you." He smiled softly. At his sides, the children bickered back and forth, and Victor sighed softly
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Alexis est très timide, comme une souris. - "Alexis is very shy, like a mouse."
Je ne suis pas une souris. - "I am not a mouse."

[jethro konnor]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true] [style=width: 238px; height: 20px; background:#858585; margin-bottom:0px; border: 1px solid #453D3D; padding-top: 3px; text-align:center; font-family:ms gothic; font-size: 20px; color: #453D3D;]SCREAM SCREAM SCREAM The kids were cute - he liked them. Smiling at her, he kept his hand tight against her own and looked at Victor, speaking gently. "I think he is fine - I never spoke as a child.". He gave a gentle nod tot eh boy, hoping he would open up to him. After all, he much rather speak to children than adults. No offence to Victor. The walk to the parlour was rather uneventful. Just crossing some roads and awkward small talk. The only thing that happened was before they went inside - Jet let go of the girl's hand to tug up his jacket before taking the tiny hand again. Now his horns were hidden, and bit of his face. The grey was noticeable, but he simply looked like a teen that wanted to vanish. If he was lucky, people look away. Hoping this, he opened the door, holding it for the man. [/style]

[victor lebeau]

Victor nodded. "I hardly did, as well," but then again, he had several older brothers that would talk over him even if he did speak. It wasn't any use to be upset about the memories now. He was happy with his life. Most of the time. He was happy. To Jet's nod, Alexis flushed a bit, but he returned an awkward, brief smile, before looking away, unsure. Victor was good at small talk. He understood how to work it so it hopefully wasn't too boring, and if Jet found it so, Victor didn't notice. By the time they reached the parlor, Alexis had loosened his tight grip on his hand, seeming more comfortable with present company. Victor's attention, however, was on Jet, as the boy drew his hood over his head to hide himself away. He nearly commented on it.. but decided it wasn't his place, and if the matter pressed in his head, he could do it at a later time. Avery swept into the parlor when Jet held open the door, and Alexis followed her, excited smile on his lips. "Thank you," he offered. He didn't need to hold it open like that, but he appreciated that he did. It was sweet of him. He stepped inside then turned to look at the brunette. "Mint, oui?"

[jethro konnor]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true] [style=width: 238px; height: 20px; background:#858585; margin-bottom:0px; border: 1px solid #453D3D; padding-top: 3px; text-align:center; font-family:ms gothic; font-size: 20px; color: #453D3D;]SCREAM SCREAM SCREAM Letting the door close behind them, he followed up behind the group. He nodded at the man's question adn stuck behind, not coming close to the counter. He didn't want to freak the young cashier out. It happened sometimes. So he stuck a bit behind, fists buried in his pockets, the backpack over his shoulders holding his book from earlier. He looked like he just left school - which he pretty much did. "Thank you..again sir" [/style]

[victor lebeau]

He approached the counter with no hesitation, knowing exactly what the children wanted, what Jet wanted, and least of all, what he wanted. He spoke to the cashier with a smile tipped on hips lips, and she smiled back at him with a light in her eye that completely went over his head. He looked back at Jet when he spoke, and smiled warmly. "You're welcome," he accepted the thanks, though there was no need for it. Jet deserved a treat, some ice cream. He seemed like a good kid. He ushered the small children to go find them a seat, then picked up the little cups of ice cream, offering the mint to Jet. "Here~"

[jethro konnor]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true] [style=width: 238px; height: 20px; background:#858585; margin-bottom:0px; border: 1px solid #453D3D; padding-top: 3px; text-align:center; font-family:ms gothic; font-size: 20px; color: #453D3D;]SCREAM SCREAM SCREAM Taking his seat, Jethro pulled the small cup close. The student only took a small bite of the sweet treat before tugging out his wallet and tugging out a few bills. Putting the wallet away, he placed the bills beside Victor and poked at the iced treat, nibbling on the spoon as he peered up at the other through his bangs once more, letting the spoon hang in his mouth as he mumbled. "..Why do you have such an interest in me? You won't stop staring." He didn't take the other for a pervert, so what could the reason be? [/style]