“Your son,” He proclaims abruptly in a loud voice, surprising them both, “is very hospitable and generous, ma’am. He fed me hot cocoa and a nice spread of strawberry bread.” He bites back the pain; he can still feel the burning tension in his mouth. “But thank you for being so considerate.” “No, no. It’s our duty to help others, mister. It’s what I’ve learned since my childhood and it’s something I want to make sure he knows.” “You have done a very good job then, Mrs.—” He stops himself in time. “—Lillian.”
“How are these hoodies coming along, Théo?” She calls to the upper floor. “All of them are too small, mom! They won’t fit!” The youngster reports. “I’ll grab a blanket!” “Do that. Oh, and bring my shopping bag! It should be hanging by the chair.” Théo pauses. “Shopping bag? Why?” “We,” Lillian puts on her winter cape again with a determined expression. “are going to get this gentleman the clothes he deserves. I’m driving.”
Théo freezes in horror, blanket in hand. “Mom, I don’t think—” “I. Am. Driving. See you two outside.” She opens the door midway before looking back in thought. “Do you have a lot of homework today, Théo?” “I can finish them by ten.” The boy answers as he hands over the blanket to the stranger. “You are going to bed at nine. But alright, you can come.” “Hooray!” Théo leaps up in victory. “C’mon, mister! Let’s go! Let’s go!” “What’s so bad about letting her drive?” He asks. “You…” The youngster falters, swallowing hard. “You’ll see, mister. You’ll see.”
~~~~~ A nice little dialogue for the end. c: Chapter 3 might take a while to write, so next update in 1-2 weeks? But thank you, once again, for reading this story!
Goodness, hospitality to the max! Wonder how she drives...
“Your son,” He proclaims abruptly in a loud voice, surprising them both, “is very hospitable and generous, ma’am. He fed me hot cocoa and a nice spread of strawberry bread.” He bites back the pain; he can still feel the burning tension in his mouth. “But thank you for being so considerate.” “No, no. It’s our duty to help others, mister. It’s what I’ve learned since my childhood and it’s something I want to make sure he knows.” “You have done a very good job then, Mrs.—” He stops himself in time. “—Lillian.”
“How are these hoodies coming along, Théo?” She calls to the upper floor. “All of them are too small, mom! They won’t fit!” The youngster reports. “I’ll grab a blanket!” “Do that. Oh, and bring my shopping bag! It should be hanging by the chair.” Théo pauses. “Shopping bag? Why?” “We,” Lillian puts on her winter cape again with a determined expression. “are going to get this gentleman the clothes he deserves. I’m driving.”
Théo freezes in horror, blanket in hand. “Mom, I don’t think—” “I. Am. Driving. See you two outside.” She opens the door midway before looking back in thought. “Do you have a lot of homework today, Théo?” “I can finish them by ten.” The boy answers as he hands over the blanket to the stranger. “You are going to bed at nine. But alright, you can come.” “Hooray!” Théo leaps up in victory. “C’mon, mister! Let’s go! Let’s go!” “What’s so bad about letting her drive?” He asks. “You…” The youngster falters, swallowing hard. “You’ll see, mister. You’ll see.”
~~~~~ A nice little dialogue for the end. c: Chapter 3 might take a while to write, so next update in 1-2 weeks? But thank you, once again, for reading this story!
Goodness, hospitality to the max! Wonder how she drives...
WHAT!?! What is that?!
That's right! MAXIMUM HOSPITALITY! We will find out soon...
-last edited on Jun 17, 2018 4:08:21 GMT by TeaLeaf❀
Post by TeaLeaf❀ on Jun 17, 2018 4:04:02 GMT
.... What went wrong? Hi everyone! Since I wasn't able to get around to finishing Chapter 3, I decided to do a little drawing instead. Life will be pretty chaotic the next few weeks, so there really isn't a set time for the next update. ._. But I hope this will do before finally getting around to writing again. c:
I guess, uh, spoiler alert? A little peek into the character designs...
.... What went wrong? Hi everyone! Since I wasn't able to get around to finishing Chapter 3, I decided to do a little drawing instead. Life will be pretty chaotic the next few weeks, so there really isn't a set time for the next update. ._. But I hope this will do before finally getting around to writing again. c:
I guess, uh, spoiler alert? A little peek into the character designs...
~Leaf
That's all right, summer has a bad habit of being chaotic! I think we all will be looking forward to the best chapters eagerly!
*gasp* SO PRETTY! But a mystery, too. . . Love the adorable picture. Count me quite intrigued. I hope the upcoming story parts will reveal the story behind this family and the poor stranger with the messed-up memory. Have a good one!
.... What went wrong? Hi everyone! Since I wasn't able to get around to finishing Chapter 3, I decided to do a little drawing instead. Life will be pretty chaotic the next few weeks, so there really isn't a set time for the next update. ._. But I hope this will do before finally getting around to writing again. c:
I guess, uh, spoiler alert? A little peek into the character designs...
This has been sitting in my drafts for a while. Sorry about that. But here it is----Chapter 3! ~~~~
“So…what do you think?” “…You have a terrible fashion sense.”
“What do you think, mister?” Théo turns away from the mirror with excitement. “I think this color really suits me!” He studies the lime green scarf the youngster has around his neck; how even with multiple layers of wrapping, the fabric still droops far below his knees. Strings trail off from both ends of the accessory and sweep all over the smooth marble floor of the clothing store.
It’s a ridiculous sight, but how can he possibly say that to the boy?
“…It does match your green face.” He eventually replies. Lillian looks up with concern. “Are you still car sick, Théo? It’s been a while now—” “We should’ve walked, mom!” The young boy groans. “I’d much rather spend twenty minutes—” “Ah, but we got here in ten minutes, didn’t we?” Her worried frown transforms into a playful smile. “Besides, your new friend here looks perfectly fine. You’re exaggerating.” “His hair is super puffy now.” “Théo—”
“Mrs.—uh—Lillian, if you don’t mind me asking, is that…” He stares at the mountain of clothes piling up in the shopping cart. “Is that for me?!” “Yep. But I’m not entirely sure about your size, so most of them are probably too large. Don’t worry; you’ll grow into them sooner or later.” The youngster frowns. “Mom, I don’t think—” “It’s been a while since I’ve done some shopping, anyways. I missed coming here.” Lillian muses. Her voice dwindles into a mere mumble, as if deep in reminiscence. “A big spending now and then isn’t too bad.”
Théo silently takes off the scarf. But right before the youngster can rehang it upon the metal hooks, Lillian pulls back his hands. “Mom—” “Put it in the cart, Théo. It’s okay.” “B-but—” “Consider it a late birthday present,” she continues. “Tell me, how old are you now? Ten? Eleven?” “…Thirteen.” “Ah…Th…Thirteen.” She repeats the word slowly. She sounds defeated. Ashamed, almost. “…A good age.”
This has been sitting in my drafts for a while. Sorry about that. But here it is----Chapter 3! ~~~~
“So…what do you think?” “…You have a terrible fashion sense.”
“What do you think, mister?” Théo turns away from the mirror with excitement. “I think this color really suits me!” He studies the lime green scarf the youngster has around his neck; how even with multiple layers of wrapping, the fabric still droops far below his knees. Strings trail off from both ends of the accessory and sweep all over the smooth marble floor of the clothing store.
It’s a ridiculous sight, but how can he possibly say that to the boy?
“…It does match your green face.” He eventually replies. Lillian looks up with concern. “Are you still car sick, Théo? It’s been a while now—” “We should’ve walked, mom!” The young boy groans. “I’d much rather spend twenty minutes—” “Ah, but we got here in ten minutes, didn’t we?” Her worried frown transforms into a playful smile. “Besides, your new friend here looks perfectly fine. You’re exaggerating.” “His hair is super puffy now.” “Théo—”
“Mrs.—uh—Lillian, if you don’t mind me asking, is that…” He stares at the mountain of clothes piling up in the shopping cart. “Is that for me?!” “Yep. But I’m not entirely sure about your size, so most of them are probably too large. Don’t worry; you’ll grow into them sooner or later.” The youngster frowns. “Mom, I don’t think—” “It’s been a while since I’ve done some shopping, anyways. I missed coming here.” Lillian muses. Her voice dwindles into a mere mumble, as if deep in reminiscence. “A big spending now and then isn’t too bad.”
Théo silently takes off the scarf. But right before the youngster can rehang it upon the metal hooks, Lillian pulls back his hands. “Mom—” “Put it in the cart, Théo. It’s okay.” “B-but—” “Consider it a late birthday present,” she continues. “Tell me, how old are you now? Ten? Eleven?” “…Thirteen.” “Ah…Th…Thirteen.” She repeats the word slowly. She sounds defeated. Ashamed, almost. “…A good age.”
This has been sitting in my drafts for a while. Sorry about that. But here it is----Chapter 3! ~~~~
“So…what do you think?” “…You have a terrible fashion sense.”
“What do you think, mister?” Théo turns away from the mirror with excitement. “I think this color really suits me!” He studies the lime green scarf the youngster has around his neck; how even with multiple layers of wrapping, the fabric still droops far below his knees. Strings trail off from both ends of the accessory and sweep all over the smooth marble floor of the clothing store.
It’s a ridiculous sight, but how can he possibly say that to the boy?
“…It does match your green face.” He eventually replies. Lillian looks up with concern. “Are you still car sick, Théo? It’s been a while now—” “We should’ve walked, mom!” The young boy groans. “I’d much rather spend twenty minutes—” “Ah, but we got here in ten minutes, didn’t we?” Her worried frown transforms into a playful smile. “Besides, your new friend here looks perfectly fine. You’re exaggerating.” “His hair is super puffy now.” “Théo—”
“Mrs.—uh—Lillian, if you don’t mind me asking, is that…” He stares at the mountain of clothes piling up in the shopping cart. “Is that for me?!” “Yep. But I’m not entirely sure about your size, so most of them are probably too large. Don’t worry; you’ll grow into them sooner or later.” The youngster frowns. “Mom, I don’t think—” “It’s been a while since I’ve done some shopping, anyways. I missed coming here.” Lillian muses. Her voice dwindles into a mere mumble, as if deep in reminiscence. “A big spending now and then isn’t too bad.”
Théo silently takes off the scarf. But right before the youngster can rehang it upon the metal hooks, Lillian pulls back his hands. “Mom—” “Put it in the cart, Théo. It’s okay.” “B-but—” “Consider it a late birthday present,” she continues. “Tell me, how old are you now? Ten? Eleven?” “…Thirteen.” “Ah…Th…Thirteen.” She repeats the word slowly. She sounds defeated. Ashamed, almost. “…A good age.”
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Post by TeaLeaf❀ on Jul 29, 2018 0:12:59 GMT
It continues. o-0 ~~~~
An uncomfortable silence follows, and even he feels the guilt hanging about in the air, damping their spirits. Lillian peers up wearily, her diminishing attention now back on the stranger. “Why don’t you pick out something, mister? I think a final top would be nice. Just meet us at the checkout area once you find what you want.” “…Mom?” “Don’t mind him, mister. You shouldn’t have to follow us around like a little kid. You’re an adult, after all. Go on.” The mother then disappears into the dispersing crowd, the soft clanking of the metal cart closely following her quiet footsteps. Théo hesitates for a moment before he, too, runs off in her direction.
He remains in place for a while before finally setting out, sticking close to the borders of the store as he circles its entire layout. Section after section of different styles swing into his view, yet nothing seems to pique his interest. His mind races as he scans one outfit after the next without aim or purpose; his feet quicken with each step, pressured and uneasy with the thought of finding the perfect top. What would fit him? What does he even like? What are his preferences? What—?
His…friend…scowled. “Nothing is ‘perfect,’ bud. People just do the best they can under the circumstances. You need to realize that someday.”
He suddenly trips and falls, narrowly avoiding the worst of the impact with his outstretched hands. Searing pain runs up his arms as he struggles to stand, and his knees sting and crumple uselessly onto the ground. The blanket flatters down and reveals a big, ugly hole at its center. The culprit of this very disaster was a nearby metal rack rolled out of its position, strayed far enough to hook an unsuspecting corner of the flowing fabric. He can feel the judgmental eyes of passing shoppers bearing upon his hunched-over body, and embarrassment weights down on his already burdened heart.
“Red and green don’t go together.” He sighed. “Just like you and girls, apparently.” A flinch. “Since when are you the one with the snarky remarks?!”
Since I wasn't able to get around to finishing Chapter 3, I decided to do a little drawing instead. 
![[uni]](http://storage.proboards.com/6672327/images/mPKcREJAtrpeAXSOgaOH.png)
But a mystery, too. . . 
Love the adorable picture. Count me quite intrigued. I hope the upcoming story parts will reveal the story behind this family and the poor stranger with the messed-up memory. 
![[derp]](http://storage.proboards.com/6672327/images/YqNTPqyQUocVMYXZgUAI.png)
![[y]](http://storage.proboards.com/6672327/images/WYWPH2VRo26pOFDid7QZ.png)
The amount of detail and personality put into each character is astounding. 
Thank you so much! I spend way too much time trying to flesh out the characters, so I'm glad it's working! 
