Post by Kitty★Cat on Dec 20, 2012 2:57:37 GMT -5
| [atrb=cellspacing,4,true][atrb=cellpadding,5px,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/Vrs56.png); border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 30px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 30px; border: 5px solid #222222;][STYLE=border: 3px solid #363636; background-image: url(http://i1240.photobucket.com/albums/gg496/pawprints04/chrome/97kvhz_zpsa2764004.jpg); width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 30px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 30px; margin-top: -25px; margin-right: -20px; float: right;] [/style] [STYLE=border: 3px solid #363636; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/9e6TJ.png); width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 30px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 30px; margin-top: -25px; margin-right: 5px; float: right;] [/style] [STYLE=font-family: georgia;; font-size: 26px; text-shadow: 2px 2px 0px #000000; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: center; color: #a8a8a8;]— if i look,[/style][STYLE=font-family: tahoma; font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 10px; text-shadow: 2px 2px 0px #000000; color: #a8a8a8; text-align: center; border-left: 2px solid #cccccc; border-right: 2px solid #cccccc; border-radius: 30px; -moz-border-radius: 30px; width: 170px;]into your eyes I’m a trouble maker I can’t help my feelings[/style] [STYLE=margin-top: 5px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/8GyR8.png); opacity: 0.6; color: #222222; padding: 8px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 30px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 30px; font-family: trebuchet ms; border-left: 3px solid #363636;] Maverick was laughing his ass off barely escaping the clutches of the disciplinary committee who wanted him to serve his detention. Some people just didn’t have a sense of humor. Actually, it was more like eighty-five percent of Ouran Academy’s population. At least the ‘wild’-type thought that covering the teacher’s desk, and chair with sticky notes with smiley faces drawn on them was funny. He even drew a mustache on one of the sticky notes, and placed it underneath the teacher’s nose. It was the sensei’s damn fault to begin with for falling asleep like that! He left himself vulnerable. Leave yourself open to a troublemaker like the snowy-haired second-year then he had nobody but himself to blame. Maybe it was just a good day or the disciplinary was starting to show signs of giving up? Well, whatever it was, he managed to lose track of them upon running outside across the courtyard, and over to the other side of the academy. He whistled out into the open. His ‘son’ answered his call, a young yellow bird chirping, and gliding down to meet up with his caretaker. Mavbird perched himself comfortably on top of the host’s head as they made their way on over to the secluded building otherwise known as the clock tower. The Black Magic club’s mass should be complete by now, and members should’ve left to go home around this time. Not that he was all that interested in sitting through one of their dark congregations or anything but he had to visit his favorite witch today. It wouldn’t be right if Maverick didn’t allow his ‘son’ to see his mother today now, would it? He climbed up the spiraling staircase reaching the top of the architecture where the albino junior was greeted with the clubroom of the Black Magic members. Just as he suspected, a peculiar little purple-haired pineapple styled freshmen was staying there late experimenting with something. Whatever it was, it didn’t seem to be working all that well, as she was waving her wand a couple of times chanting in Latin a mantra. “Naaaaaooooomi-chaaaaan~” He poked her in the shoulder. Not the smartest move he’s done but when has ever done anything with even just the miniscule of foresight? The poor witch jumped letting out the most adorable squeak he’s ever heard her cry out. “M-Maverick-sa…” she caught herself quickly, “I mean, just Maverick, right! You startled me.” “What can I say?” he grinned, “I’m full of surprises~” Mavbird began chirping happily fluttering up off of his father’s head, and onto Naomi’s shoulder. She cooed happily raising her hand up to pet the yellow chick’s head. The seventeen-year-old male swiped a free chair to perch himself down upon. Upon acting on this, he noticed out of the corner of his carmine eyes an open book on top of a pedestal. He was going to take a guess it was from the mass they were holding earlier. It was opened on a chapter of historical figures – to be precise, magicians through the ages. There was actually a specific name that caught the silver-haired’s interest. “Wizards? You guys were discussing about magicians today?” he asked the witch. Naomi looked over to Maverick with unbounded joy as she nodded her head. “Uh-huh! We were talking about powerful wizards like Nicolas Flamel, and Merlin. Though Merlin is my favorite historical figure out of all of them!” Maverick wasn’t surprised to be honest. Though it was highly amusing watching her light up as she talked about her favorite things. He would contribute by talking about his favorite things to do, but something in the back of his head told him he should refrain for now. Maverick would probably be scolded by the witch for causing trouble in school~ “Merlin is pretty awesome. You know, with helping King Arthur, and defending Camelot until the bitter end,” Maverick explained his share of knowledge of some popular figures, “In fact, I remember having a conversation with my sister about how she wanted to be a prince. I didn’t want to be the bearer of bad news but I had to break it to her. She didn’t have the 'proper' parts to be a prince.” “Wait… parts?” Naomi asked tilting her head, blinking innocently. "You know, parts. Like... dangly things." He scratched his cheek before skewing his face up a bit. Oh, wow, this was going to be horribly awesome to explain. Luckily he was so qualified for the job. "Like... you know." The pointed to his upper torso pointing to the place where that would make more sense on a girl than it would on a dude. "You're a girl, so this part of you will grow as you get older and bigger. How big it'll grow is unknown, so you'll have that look forward to. Don't worry too much, though. It's not the size that matters, but how it feels." Sometimes being a girl sucked badly just because of that factor. People often forgot to factor in such things until it was necessary. "See, that is what girls have to deal with... and that happy little time you have to deal with during that time of the month. Your older brothers will explain all that to you if they haven't. Anyway, guys have something to deal with too. While you girls grow bigger up here, we grow bigger down here." Maverick's hand traveled down from his chest to pat his lap, then pointing to the place between his legs with a firm nod. "This area? It is different for a guy. Girls luck out because it doesn't get in the way, but for guys it is so different that you can call it dangly parts. It's kind of like... payback, I guess, for girls being top heavy. We get to be bottom heavy." Naomi blink a couple of times trying to understand it. Tragically, everything he just explained went over her head. She stroked Mavbird’s head gently trying to figure out what Maverick was trying to get at. “If they get in the way a lot, why don’t you get rid of them… or maybe even make them smaller? I know a spell that can take care of the job!” There was no way he could mask the expression of horror that painted his features when she asked that question. Oh god, he couldn’t even begin to process that thought down without shuddering. His mind completely scarred, and Naomi didn’t even have a clue how she managed to do that. There was no way he could make a comeback. His face completely white for a split second then turning completely bright red. Maverick lowered his head slowly, and just petted the naïve pineapple-haired girl’s head playfully. “Thanks, but no thanks,” he laughed nervously, “I need those necessary parts, Naomi-chan.”[/style] |
