003 Falling Leaves

[kinship]

[Phone and Action (Albright Lane) Open to all]

[Cain is outside his house, raking the red and golden leaves that have fallen into a large pile, he has pulled the phone out of the door with him as far as the cable will stretch, holding rake in one hand and balancing the phone awkwardly in the other as he works.]

Falling leaves are so strange, it's sad in a way because it's like the trees are dying. But they're not really, they're just going into hibernation for the winter. And the leaves fill other purposes too; they make a mulch that feeds the ground when there's not much else there, they give materials for animals to make warm places to stay in the cold, and...

[There's a pause, as a grin breaks out over his face and he drops the rake on the lawn.]

...they're perfect for jumping in! YAHOOOOO!

[And suddenly there's scattered leaves all over the lawn again, as Cain rolls over laughing. This place and the situation may not be the ideal, but he was an optimist by nature and he had never had the chance to roll in leaves before, he's damned if he'll waste the opportunity now.]

I hope some of you will come to join me, or tell me about other fun things to do in this season! What are your favourite ways to pass the time? Now that I have the opportunity, I'd love to try them all out.

Comments

[custodismundi.livejournal.com]

[............not looking, not looking, not--]

S-stop making that face. IT'S CHEATING.

[kinship]

[Puppy eyes forever.]

It's okay, I won't stop you... if this is what you really want to do.

[custodismundi.livejournal.com]

[AAAAGH FRUSTRATED NOISE AND HE'S SHUTTING HIS EYES AND HE'S COVERING HIS EARS!!]

LALALA I can't hear your tear-inducing cute or see your adorable, woe-be-gone eyes lalala...

[kinship]

[Success is his! He'd like to see you throw salmon away while doing that, bro.

WINNER!]

[custodismundi.livejournal.com]

[still fumbling his way into the kitchen.......





...before inevitably catching a foot on the end of the table and faceplanting with a clatter of a chair and, perhaps, some additional miscellaneous table adornments like the fruit bowl. sigh.]

--AGH, why is-- WHO PUT THIS HERE?!

[kinship]

[Ouch.

That sounded painful, and Cain is soon at Abel's side gently patting his shoulder as his brother lays under the fruit bowl.]

Are you okay?

[custodismundi.livejournal.com]

May nohbse...

[he sits up, rubbing his face lamentably. WOE... yes he's fine slkdjf.]

[kinship]

...It doesn't look broken. Here, sit down, I'll get you some ice.

[Feel guilty for whining, bro.]

[custodismundi.livejournal.com]

[slkdjf sob... he sits properly on the kitchen floor, feeling at his nose... before reaching a lanky arm out to hook around Cain's waist when he gets up. Abel tugs him back down and right into his lap, where he fits all too easily like he was made for this.]

--Ha! A dastardly trick from the villainous tickle monster!

[kinship]

[Finding himself captured and tugged backwards, he nestled onto his now big brother's lap.]

There's no such thing as a tickle monster, Abel.

[custodismundi.livejournal.com]

Dare you deny the existence of the very beast that will have your SOUL?!

[TICKLE TICKLE TICKLE TICKLE YOU'LL NEVER ESCAPEEEE MWAHAHAHA!!]

[kinship]

You can't... haha... subjugate me forever!

[custodismundi.livejournal.com]

Subjugate?! Don't be so extreme...! [your ribs are MINE!]

[kinship]

[Wriggling around to face his brother, he tries his last attack. SUPER BIG PUPPY EYES.]

P-Please stop tickling me, I just wanted a hug.

1/2

[custodismundi.livejournal.com]

[--AHH.]

[custodismundi.livejournal.com]

Th-- that's totally cheating... [relenting...]

[kinship]

Don't you... want to hug me?

[custodismundi.livejournal.com]

...I want to hug and tickle you. Lucky tickle monsters are excellent multi-taskers, huh?!

[YEAH WE'RE BACK TO THE TICKLING. YOUR ARMPITS? ARE FORFEIT IN THIS GAME OF WAR.]

[kinship]

Y-You're not a tickle monster! You're a c... clone... HAHAHA.

[Darn! Now he's trying to wriggle away again.]

[custodismundi.livejournal.com]

[flksjdf mmph :| don't you bring the 'c' word into it.

he's flopping over on him again. yeah, we're in the squish fight. AGAIN.]

TICKLE MONSTER!

[kinship]

[This is highly unfair, he has much less to squish with than Abel does. ):

Rolling to try and escape being utterly pinned, grabs the table leg for leverage and tries to pull himself under and away.]

[custodismundi.livejournal.com]

[watch him play the dead weight game.]

...My, even the tile seems all wiggly today! I wonder if this is a trend...

[kinship]

Abeeeel!

You're squashing me, I might die!

[Wheezing, gasping.]

[custodismundi.livejournal.com]

[my, he mysteriously has enough sense to know just where to poke certain little ribs for tickling!!]

Eh? ...And what's this, I wonder?

[kinship]

[It takes all his effort of will not to laugh while being tickled, instead just going limp and still.

SEE, FATTY, YOU SQUASHED HIM DEAD.]