Post by Marco Fino Giraldo on Jun 5, 2009 14:40:45 GMT -5
Warning: FAR too much sugar with the creation of this post. xD
Dx Horrible post, though, I think... details are done poorly!! Oh, the "Nannie-nan" was an act Marco pulled - he still ONLY thinks she's his mother. XD Also, relax, he's secretly wearing shorts under that dress. He's not giving up that easy, now. XD
Dx Horrible post, though, I think... details are done poorly!! Oh, the "Nannie-nan" was an act Marco pulled - he still ONLY thinks she's his mother. XD Also, relax, he's secretly wearing shorts under that dress. He's not giving up that easy, now. XD
"...this is a pointless guester..."
"Mar-Mar! You shouldn't be in such a rush to judge~!"
An aggravated sigh. Words were ushered out behind gritted teeth. "Judging something is the least of my worries..." A dim 'boo' echoed out in the background. A faint twitch of a protest. "My major worry is keeping this girl happy..." Annoyance made the words sour.
A giggle. The woman's lips spread into a wide smile."Mar-Mar! Does someone have a crush on this young lady~?" Such words made 'Mar-Mar' twitch more, already feeling his boiling point approaching. My, how irritating his 'Mother' was..! What was worse then being irritating..she wasn't dropping the subject!
"Mar-Mar's growin' up so fast~!" with that, the red headed woman twirled on her foot. The young boy could only ever wonder if she was a ballerina in her youth. "I remember - like it was just yesterday! - when you thought girls had cooties! And now look at you - worried a lil girl won't like you~!" With that, the nanny began pitching Marco's cheeks. Forcing the boy to smile, the lilac eyes flashed with a silent thought.
"Mar-Mar..." Both figures halted in their steps. One frozen with a fear that found its way up his spine. The other for all purposes of causing the spine tingling fear. A chuckle echoed into the air as the woman tugged the boy back. Arms twisted themselves over the boy's waist - resembling a hug - as a whisper was released. "...little girls don't like little boys at this age. So, you know what that means, ne~?"
Marco's eyes grew wide, the pupil instantly shrinking, with shock. Instantly his mouth was a gaped,"NoooOOOOO!" The pitch went up as the woman jetted into the nearest berry bush. A few that were passing near could only pause and gaze at the suspicious act. Yet...did they respond to it? Oh, you're funny there since they ended up going to their daily routine.
Moments later. "My masterpiece is complete~" With another twirl, the long red strands danced around the thin figure. Orbs flashed as if, out of nowhere, fans were waved. With acting out her own cheering crowd, the encouragement came."Mar-Mar, c'mon dear, show us what you look like~!!!"
A single, child-like, foot appeared from behind the bush. Said foot was covered by a shimmering, glitter blue, dress shoe. Same shoe was applied to the second foot. With a grumble, the boy finally revealed himself...in a dress. The summer dress fell to the middle mark of his knees. Said dress was a sky blue with a pocket on the front, right, side with a small Azurill iron-on. With each step, the pigtails jiggled. Sea-green orbs gave a faint glare and a foot made contact with the ground. Stomping a foot was a fist sing of a temper tantrum forming.
"Why a DRESS!?" A giggle was his only answer. A grump put an end to the giggle fit. Instantly, the elder put on a pout.
"Ma! Mar-Mar! You look pretty! Better then that business suit you were wearing!" Another stomp. "Maa~ But the girl will like you more~" Another rang out. "Eeeh! I mean, if you impress her with being 'cool outfit' - mainly thinking if you're a girl and all! - she'll convince her father to keep his business with you! And you'll keep your 'company' happy with extra cash to spare...!" The woman gave a small flinch. "Don't hurt me..!"
The boy fell silent. The foot had quit it's falling. Instantly, his hand gripped the dark shades resting on his head. Pulling them over the eyes, the young boy spoke out. "Lets go get this client then. For the company's strong future..!"
Soon enough, the boy found his desire goal. She was in a tang-top, shorts to her thighs...worse. Marco hesitated once viewing his client. She was, clearly, older then him. Perhaps by a year, two if most. Could he really handle such a girl? Mainly being dressed in such an attire?
"Hello~" chirped the nanny, catching the elder male's attention. "We've arrived~"
"Ah~ Pleasure to meet you, Miss and..." a dim eye at Marco. "I thought the heir was rumored to be a boy..."
A giggle."No! Not at all! This is Mari! The one, true, ONLY heir!" A nod, as the man found himself correcting that fact. Too bad Marco twitched, denying to accept this fact.
"Mister!" he protested. "I'm the heir's sister. Nannie-nan is playing games." The man chuckled, realizing the joke that stood in the air. Shortly, both adults went to 'business' discussing the work relationship for the future. Leaving the kids to themselves.
Once, out of earshot, Marco hissed."Stay clear of me, I'll stay clear of you." Instantly, the girl jerked back. Adding an icy stare, the boy's venom continued."I care not about you, your father, or your family at all. Just, for the sake of you not being on the streets in the near future, tell your father you enjoyed our time." Crossing his arms, the boy only shut his eyes at the dim whimper. My, how girls were troublesome..!
The strawberry blond muttered, forcing himself to walk. How he needed to find some clothes to slip into - BOY clothes, while at it. Slip into quickly, that is. As he continued his stroll, little did he realize someone could have been possibly near...
"I'm too cool for my dress, these shades don't leave my head..." - Meaghan Jette Martin; "Too Cool"