Megan and Teon, Backdated to 5/3/15
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om_mainTeon makes a new friend in Megan, who is a bit confused (understandably) by the way Teon acts and walks.
Waking up as not-a-sloth was, well, a bit disappointing. The claws had been useful, but not altogether necessary, he figured. And getting his full size back had been useful. Still, it wasn't quite the same, scratching himself, now. Well, what could he do?
The answer was to eat.
The question to that answer was what? Either way, the solution to the question lay within the school, and so Teon ape-walked his way over to the nearest entrance, thinking about the kitchen versus the cafeteria...
Megan sort of missed being a chinchilla. She'd spent some time hovering in front of a mirror and honestly couldn't even deal with how cute she'd looked. Then again, it was also nice to be able to actually do things for herself. For instance, she found a new appreciation for being able to open doors. And, she thought on her way to the kitchen, she'd celebrate her thumbs by using them to open a biscuit tin.
The kitchen had won out simply because of the fact that it was closer, and Teon ape-walked into the kitchen to see a girl with pretty wings who was there. But Teon wasn't particularly anti-social, so he tilted his head at her as he walked in. Stooped like he was, he was shorter than she was, but not by much. The hair was interesting. The glimpse of the eyes more so. And of course her scent was new, too. He sniffed once to assure himself that she was at least familiar to the school, part of the myriad blend that they'd attracted. Good. She wasn't an intruder.
"Hello," he said amiably, stopping near the doorway in his stooped stance.
"Uh...hi." What an odd boy, stooped almost double. For some reason, Megan found it a bit scary. But he seemed friendly, at least. "You're new, I reckon."
He nodded. "Teon," he said, providing his name. He clambered up onto a nearby stool, perched with his legs up on the seat, looking on the table to see if she'd produced anything to eat yet.
"Hi, Teon. I'm Megan." There was a pantry stuffed with British treats for the UK kids, and Megan went to rummage in it.
Megan was a nice name. "Eat?" Teon asked.
"Erm...that's what the kitchen's for, yeah?" She pulled down a tin of Jammie Dodgers.
While that was true, it hadn't exactly been Teon's meaning. But that was the problem of trying to use people words. He tilted his head at the tin she'd pulled down, wondering what was inside. "Food?" he asked, figuring that's what she'd grabbed, but deciding to ask.
"Biscuits." She hesitated before holding out the tin. "Would you like one?"
He smiled and nodded, reaching out and, with surprising delicacy, plucked one from the tin, though he made a point of examining it with both his eyes and his nose before taking a bite. Quite good, though.
"Are you...not accustomed to biscuits?"
Teon shook his head, chomping down the rest of the small snack with happiness, though. His family had been pretty poor, and even small luxuries were often shirked to save for rent and bills. Though that life seemed far more distant, now. And far too complicated to be worthwhile.
"There's far more in the cafeteria. It's just they have some odd food and I rather prefer snacks from home when I can get them."
Interesting. He'd have to look more closely in the cafeteria. Generally he went for simple, filling things, but this was actually pretty tasty. "Home..." Teon said the word nostalgically. So many wonderful foods where he was from. Too bad these Americans probably knew nothing about them. Or maybe they did, and he was wrong. He'd have to find out, maybe.
"Yeah, it's hard being away." She spent a moment thoughtfully chewing her biscuit. "From the sound of it, you're from Russia, yes? That's even a bit farther than me."
"Ukraine," Teon corrected, though not rudely. It wasn't like they weren't neighboring countries, though, and they were all Slavic peoples, for certain. Though it seemed someone wanted to make sure that Russia and Ukraine were under Russia's flag... but that didn't concern Teon. He was safe, here. For now, at least.
"Oh." Megan was pretty sure there was a war or something in Ukraine last year. Or maybe this year. Either way, she kind of felt bad for saying anything about it. "How do you like America so far?"
"Good food," he said, in response. The sun was just as warm anywhere else he'd been. The grass was green, the trees were sturdy, and there weren't bombs going off around him and people shooting at him. For now, at least. "You?" he asked, posing the same question to her. She clearly wasn't American.
"It's alright. I kind of had this idea it would be totally brilliant, but..." Mostly it was just the same, but different. If she'd moved to Cardiff it would almost be the same thing as living here.
"Better than worse," Teon pointed out, folding his arms on the table and resting his chin on them, looking up at her.
"Plus sometime I'll get to go to New York, and I bet that'll be what I always dreamed."
"Maybe." Teon didn't imagine the big city to be particularly wonderful, but he wanted different things from life than most people. The right things, as far as he was concerned, but who was he to change another? People all had different ideas of happiness; as long as they were happy, that was what mattered. "Big city," he commented, having been through it himself.
"I'm from a really really little town. There wasn't much fun to be had." Though it had been much easier with her old friends. "But there's stuff everywhere in New York! Shops and museums and plays... It's just I'm supposed to think if I really want to go, since I look like a mutant."
"So?" Teon thought that if someone was going to stop her just because of her looks, they must have been pretty stupid. "Pretty eyes," Teon said, shrugging. He wasn't put off by them at all. The wings were nice, too. As well as the hair.
Megan blushed, and touched her mouth to hide her smile. "No one ever says that." She got compliments on her other features, sometimes. But people seemed to think her eyes were creepy. She could tell, even if they never said it.
The blush was cute, too. They should say it, though, he figured, because it was true. Then again, he reminded himself that it was subjective. Some people had a hard time finding beauty in anything. The only real response he gave was a smile and a shrug, though.
Feeling shy, Megan filled her mouth with a biscuit before she could blurt out anything stupid.
Though he hadn't really been invited, he reached over to pluck one from the tin, grinning just a bit. "Friend?" he asked, tilting his head. It would be nice to collect a group of friends to keep close and safe while he was here. People who he could lead to a happier life.
She nodded, still blushing. "In Wales I had lotsa friends. I like people. So I'm happy to be friends with you."
"Good," he said, in a way that communicated that he meant it was good to have friends. He took a bite from his biscuit, happy to have the sweet treat. "Friends here?" he asked, curious if she had any. If she was popular at home, surely she should be popular here.
"I've made a few mates. This school is brilliant, isn't it? It's full of interesting people."
Teon nodded. Plenty of pretty girls, too. Wonderful people in general, though, was the best part. The schoolwork he could care less about. Physical education was about the only class he enjoyed. Equestrian was okay, too. Horses were sometimes better than people. "And horses," he chipped in.
Her face lit up. "I love the horses!"
He couldn't help but chuckle a little. "Good," he said, appreciatively. "Fun," he added. Riding was pretty fun. Interacting with the horses was just about as fun, too.
"It's like my childhood wishes come true. I'd stay at this school just for that, really."
Teon on the other hand was staying just for free food, and a safe place to live. That was all he really wanted or needed. "Lake?" he asked, wondering if she appreciated it as much as he did. He'd gone for a swim several times already, since coming here.
"Do you like the lake? Is that what you mean?" Megan suspected that Teon's English wasn't particularly developed.
Except obviously she was a smart enough girl to get more or less what he was saying, which was why he was able to talk like this and still communicate. He nodded. "You?" he asked.
"I've never been." It had been far too cold when she'd first arrived.
"You should," he said, smiling in an encouraging way.
"I may." Her new bikini had yet to see any use, after all.
Then again, he wondered what might happen to her wings if they got wet, but she likely knew better than he did. "Good," he said, happily, sliding down from his stool. "Later?" he asked, figuring she'd want to do so later. He, on the other hand, was looking for more substantial food, and the cafeteria was the easiest place to locate that.
"Ah, yes. Later." A flush had risen on her cheeks, wondering if the cute boy was saying he wanted to go swimming later with her, when she was suddenly taken aback by him sliding all the way to the ground.
"More food," he explained, noting her expression. The cookies were all well and good, but they weren't going to fill him up; Teon needed a lot of food to keep his body going. "Cafeteria." He'd learned that word pretty quickly, even though it was new to him.
"Did you...fall?" He looked awfully strange, crouched on the floor.
What an odd question. He merely looked confused and shook his head. He'd landed perfectly fine, after all. "Good balance," he said, not defensively, but as if by explanation. Deciding to show her, he clambered back up onto the stool, planted one hand firmly on the seat, and lifted himself up on it in a one-handed handstand.
Megan made a frightened noise as he hefted himself, but otherwise all she could do was gawp. Was any of this really happening? It had turned bizarre enough to be a dream.
Teon's face was fairly focused, and he licked his lips as his arm bent and he dipped, slightly, pushing himself off and switching arms, if only now to show off. Landing on the stool and solidly balancing himself again with the other arm, he flashed her a grin. "See?"
"I-Impressive." She backed away a step. "Were you in the circus?"
He shook his head, staying like that for a few moments, if only because it wasn't a big strain. After that, though, he dismounted and landed fluidly on the floor, crouched as he normally was when walking. On the topic of the circus, he didn't really have much to say. About it being impressive, Teon didn't really think so; it was just how his body worked. "More food?" he asked, as if asking permission to go.
"Er...yes, of course. You said that before."
He nodded, giving her a wave. "Later," he said, knowing she'd be around. She was here, after all. And why would she go anywhere else, when this place was so perfect?
Waking up as not-a-sloth was, well, a bit disappointing. The claws had been useful, but not altogether necessary, he figured. And getting his full size back had been useful. Still, it wasn't quite the same, scratching himself, now. Well, what could he do?
The answer was to eat.
The question to that answer was what? Either way, the solution to the question lay within the school, and so Teon ape-walked his way over to the nearest entrance, thinking about the kitchen versus the cafeteria...
Megan sort of missed being a chinchilla. She'd spent some time hovering in front of a mirror and honestly couldn't even deal with how cute she'd looked. Then again, it was also nice to be able to actually do things for herself. For instance, she found a new appreciation for being able to open doors. And, she thought on her way to the kitchen, she'd celebrate her thumbs by using them to open a biscuit tin.
The kitchen had won out simply because of the fact that it was closer, and Teon ape-walked into the kitchen to see a girl with pretty wings who was there. But Teon wasn't particularly anti-social, so he tilted his head at her as he walked in. Stooped like he was, he was shorter than she was, but not by much. The hair was interesting. The glimpse of the eyes more so. And of course her scent was new, too. He sniffed once to assure himself that she was at least familiar to the school, part of the myriad blend that they'd attracted. Good. She wasn't an intruder.
"Hello," he said amiably, stopping near the doorway in his stooped stance.
"Uh...hi." What an odd boy, stooped almost double. For some reason, Megan found it a bit scary. But he seemed friendly, at least. "You're new, I reckon."
He nodded. "Teon," he said, providing his name. He clambered up onto a nearby stool, perched with his legs up on the seat, looking on the table to see if she'd produced anything to eat yet.
"Hi, Teon. I'm Megan." There was a pantry stuffed with British treats for the UK kids, and Megan went to rummage in it.
Megan was a nice name. "Eat?" Teon asked.
"Erm...that's what the kitchen's for, yeah?" She pulled down a tin of Jammie Dodgers.
While that was true, it hadn't exactly been Teon's meaning. But that was the problem of trying to use people words. He tilted his head at the tin she'd pulled down, wondering what was inside. "Food?" he asked, figuring that's what she'd grabbed, but deciding to ask.
"Biscuits." She hesitated before holding out the tin. "Would you like one?"
He smiled and nodded, reaching out and, with surprising delicacy, plucked one from the tin, though he made a point of examining it with both his eyes and his nose before taking a bite. Quite good, though.
"Are you...not accustomed to biscuits?"
Teon shook his head, chomping down the rest of the small snack with happiness, though. His family had been pretty poor, and even small luxuries were often shirked to save for rent and bills. Though that life seemed far more distant, now. And far too complicated to be worthwhile.
"There's far more in the cafeteria. It's just they have some odd food and I rather prefer snacks from home when I can get them."
Interesting. He'd have to look more closely in the cafeteria. Generally he went for simple, filling things, but this was actually pretty tasty. "Home..." Teon said the word nostalgically. So many wonderful foods where he was from. Too bad these Americans probably knew nothing about them. Or maybe they did, and he was wrong. He'd have to find out, maybe.
"Yeah, it's hard being away." She spent a moment thoughtfully chewing her biscuit. "From the sound of it, you're from Russia, yes? That's even a bit farther than me."
"Ukraine," Teon corrected, though not rudely. It wasn't like they weren't neighboring countries, though, and they were all Slavic peoples, for certain. Though it seemed someone wanted to make sure that Russia and Ukraine were under Russia's flag... but that didn't concern Teon. He was safe, here. For now, at least.
"Oh." Megan was pretty sure there was a war or something in Ukraine last year. Or maybe this year. Either way, she kind of felt bad for saying anything about it. "How do you like America so far?"
"Good food," he said, in response. The sun was just as warm anywhere else he'd been. The grass was green, the trees were sturdy, and there weren't bombs going off around him and people shooting at him. For now, at least. "You?" he asked, posing the same question to her. She clearly wasn't American.
"It's alright. I kind of had this idea it would be totally brilliant, but..." Mostly it was just the same, but different. If she'd moved to Cardiff it would almost be the same thing as living here.
"Better than worse," Teon pointed out, folding his arms on the table and resting his chin on them, looking up at her.
"Plus sometime I'll get to go to New York, and I bet that'll be what I always dreamed."
"Maybe." Teon didn't imagine the big city to be particularly wonderful, but he wanted different things from life than most people. The right things, as far as he was concerned, but who was he to change another? People all had different ideas of happiness; as long as they were happy, that was what mattered. "Big city," he commented, having been through it himself.
"I'm from a really really little town. There wasn't much fun to be had." Though it had been much easier with her old friends. "But there's stuff everywhere in New York! Shops and museums and plays... It's just I'm supposed to think if I really want to go, since I look like a mutant."
"So?" Teon thought that if someone was going to stop her just because of her looks, they must have been pretty stupid. "Pretty eyes," Teon said, shrugging. He wasn't put off by them at all. The wings were nice, too. As well as the hair.
Megan blushed, and touched her mouth to hide her smile. "No one ever says that." She got compliments on her other features, sometimes. But people seemed to think her eyes were creepy. She could tell, even if they never said it.
The blush was cute, too. They should say it, though, he figured, because it was true. Then again, he reminded himself that it was subjective. Some people had a hard time finding beauty in anything. The only real response he gave was a smile and a shrug, though.
Feeling shy, Megan filled her mouth with a biscuit before she could blurt out anything stupid.
Though he hadn't really been invited, he reached over to pluck one from the tin, grinning just a bit. "Friend?" he asked, tilting his head. It would be nice to collect a group of friends to keep close and safe while he was here. People who he could lead to a happier life.
She nodded, still blushing. "In Wales I had lotsa friends. I like people. So I'm happy to be friends with you."
"Good," he said, in a way that communicated that he meant it was good to have friends. He took a bite from his biscuit, happy to have the sweet treat. "Friends here?" he asked, curious if she had any. If she was popular at home, surely she should be popular here.
"I've made a few mates. This school is brilliant, isn't it? It's full of interesting people."
Teon nodded. Plenty of pretty girls, too. Wonderful people in general, though, was the best part. The schoolwork he could care less about. Physical education was about the only class he enjoyed. Equestrian was okay, too. Horses were sometimes better than people. "And horses," he chipped in.
Her face lit up. "I love the horses!"
He couldn't help but chuckle a little. "Good," he said, appreciatively. "Fun," he added. Riding was pretty fun. Interacting with the horses was just about as fun, too.
"It's like my childhood wishes come true. I'd stay at this school just for that, really."
Teon on the other hand was staying just for free food, and a safe place to live. That was all he really wanted or needed. "Lake?" he asked, wondering if she appreciated it as much as he did. He'd gone for a swim several times already, since coming here.
"Do you like the lake? Is that what you mean?" Megan suspected that Teon's English wasn't particularly developed.
Except obviously she was a smart enough girl to get more or less what he was saying, which was why he was able to talk like this and still communicate. He nodded. "You?" he asked.
"I've never been." It had been far too cold when she'd first arrived.
"You should," he said, smiling in an encouraging way.
"I may." Her new bikini had yet to see any use, after all.
Then again, he wondered what might happen to her wings if they got wet, but she likely knew better than he did. "Good," he said, happily, sliding down from his stool. "Later?" he asked, figuring she'd want to do so later. He, on the other hand, was looking for more substantial food, and the cafeteria was the easiest place to locate that.
"Ah, yes. Later." A flush had risen on her cheeks, wondering if the cute boy was saying he wanted to go swimming later with her, when she was suddenly taken aback by him sliding all the way to the ground.
"More food," he explained, noting her expression. The cookies were all well and good, but they weren't going to fill him up; Teon needed a lot of food to keep his body going. "Cafeteria." He'd learned that word pretty quickly, even though it was new to him.
"Did you...fall?" He looked awfully strange, crouched on the floor.
What an odd question. He merely looked confused and shook his head. He'd landed perfectly fine, after all. "Good balance," he said, not defensively, but as if by explanation. Deciding to show her, he clambered back up onto the stool, planted one hand firmly on the seat, and lifted himself up on it in a one-handed handstand.
Megan made a frightened noise as he hefted himself, but otherwise all she could do was gawp. Was any of this really happening? It had turned bizarre enough to be a dream.
Teon's face was fairly focused, and he licked his lips as his arm bent and he dipped, slightly, pushing himself off and switching arms, if only now to show off. Landing on the stool and solidly balancing himself again with the other arm, he flashed her a grin. "See?"
"I-Impressive." She backed away a step. "Were you in the circus?"
He shook his head, staying like that for a few moments, if only because it wasn't a big strain. After that, though, he dismounted and landed fluidly on the floor, crouched as he normally was when walking. On the topic of the circus, he didn't really have much to say. About it being impressive, Teon didn't really think so; it was just how his body worked. "More food?" he asked, as if asking permission to go.
"Er...yes, of course. You said that before."
He nodded, giving her a wave. "Later," he said, knowing she'd be around. She was here, after all. And why would she go anywhere else, when this place was so perfect?
