Boo
15.3.2006, 17:34:55
Voi kyllä.
Sain impulssin ruotsin tuplatunnilta kirjoittaa Oneshotin hedelmistä, myyntikojuista sekä kesälomailusta. Tällaisen sain aikaiseksi kahdessa tunnissa, ja olen tarinan vammaisuudesta huolimatta siitä varsin ylpeä. Kirjoitan englanniksi laajentaakseni sanavarastoani ja oppiakseni kirjoittamaan mokomaa kieltä luovasti.
Reiko ja Tsunami ovat varmaankin tuttuja niille, jotka ovat seuranneet puuhiani Grafiikan puolella. Voi kyllä, tällaisia he ovat.
Pahoittelen kielioppivirheitä, en ole viitsinyt mitenkään perehtyä niihin.
Juu. Viittauksia homoiluun, muuten. Banaani..
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Of Fruits and Dorky Questions
Reiko and Tsunami shop for food; import fruits can be scary.
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“ A~aa! Not those, they’re icky!”
Pause.
“..Have you even tried these before?”
Tsunami grimaced slightly, frowning at Reiko who was holding a very spiky, ball-shaped something in his hand for the brown-haired boy to scrutiny. Tsunami shifted his weight from one flip-flopped foot to another, glaring at the green thing with obvious dislike.
“ Well.. No, I haven’t, but-“
Reiko chuckled with amusement.
“How can you be so sure then?” he cocked his brow at Tsunami.
Giving an exasperated huff as a salty breeze from the Maelstrom Ocean swept his loose bangs in front of his eyes, Tsunami answered bluntly:
“ You know that I know the quality of imported fruit around here.”
Snorting with laughter, the violet-haired boy held the spiky blob close to his face for further inspection.
“That trabaco you ate was rotten, and it’s not the market’s fault that you chose to eat it anyway.” He poked the fruit carefully, “ This cranbola hasn’t even broken proper thorns yet.. Quite raw”, he muttered to himself.
“But Rei~kooh, it was the market’s fault that I spent the whole next night practically chucking up my insides! They shouldn’t put any imported stuff like that for sale!” Tsunami’s tone had gotten slightly whiny.
Reiko adjusted his cyan Noia-goggles with his free hand, “Wrong. You left the fruits in that basket at our suite’s balcony, in open sunlight when we left for a little perambulation around the coast. So,” he turned a little to give a pointed look at Tsunami, “no, it wasn’t the market’s fault. Lil’ Tsu got achies ‘cause lil’ Tsu was careless.”
And all Reiko got as response was a defeated pout.
The gogglehead had started to compare the prices between one kilo of cranbola and one kilo of somethings that looked like turquoise pinecones when Tsunami chose to speak again: “So, how come these fruits remain good out here, then? I mean, the sun’s so bright and all.. It’s trying to boil my scalp.” He shielded his eyes with a hand and squinted at the sun; mercilessly leering at them from the cloudless sky.
Reiko picked up an odd-looking, crescent-shaped fruit from the stall, “ That’s ‘burning’, not ‘boiling’, and that awning protects the fruits from rain and sunlight”, he pointed at the white and red canvas stretched above the stall.
Tsunami grinned sheepishly, “ Okay, okay, Mr. Omniscient.. I got it”, the yellow fruit in Reiko’s hand piqued his interest, “ What in the name of Ada is that one? I’ve never seen any fruits like that..”
“Dunno. Though,” Reiko pointed at the tiny green sticker on the fruit, “this says it’s import.”
The comment caused Tsunami to quickly back away from Reiko, striding fifteen feet backwards before stopping and saying anxiously: “Put it away. I don’t want it anywhere near my face.”
Reiko laughed out in wonder. “Come on, Tsu.. It’s not gonna bite your fingers off. I know import scares you, but that one rotten fruit won’t mean that you’ll regurgitate after every single foreign fruit you eat,” he said, voice tinted with sympathy.
Tsunami did not move an inch; two kids that strode by gave him a weird look as he stood stiffly in the middle of the cobblestone street.
Sighing, Reiko fidgeted with the yellow fruit. “Come on now, Tsunami. I’ll even hold your hand,” he promised, a dorky grin creeping on his lips.
Tsunami gave a startled “Hey!” and marched back to the stall, face an interesting shade of red that was not, for once, from a sunburn.
Reiko’s grin broadened slightly as he spoke to the seemingly amused salesman behind the stall:” Excuse me, but where the heck has this fruit come from? We’ve never seen any of the likes of it before”, he held out the yellow fruit for the salesman to see.
The salesman gave a thoughtful “Hmm”, and he smoothed his thick moustache with his fingers before announcing happily: “Ah! That, my lads, as it’s mates, ‘as been brought over the Old Maelstrom from teh fine Southern Continent, aye. Ai, me eyes just grave to see the beauty of that teeny place, jus’ seein’ that banana you’ve got there makes me heart ache from longin’..”
Reiko couldn’t help but interrupt the jiggly man’s memory retrieval: “What was that again? A.. banana?” He looked at the fruit in his hand. “This is called a banana?”
The salesman looked at Reiko, irritated by the gogglehead’s interruption. “Aye, ye think I stutter or som’fin?” he regarded Reiko with a long stare, “Ye’ve got wax in yer ears, lad.”
Tsunami stared at the yellow thing, furrowing his brows at it. “It actually.. does look like something that could be called a ‘banana’.”
Withholding a snicker after seeing Tsunami’s thoughtful expression, Reiko agreed: “Yep, it does look like a ‘banana’”, and he couldn’t help a snort of mirth slinking away.
Obviously not understanding what the hell was going on, the salesman inquired: ”So, ye gunna buy any or not? I ain’t got the all day here, ya know.”
Reiko grinned at Tsunami and was about to answer affirmative, but Tsunami shook his head vehemently.
Raising his brows, Reiko turned to his friend. “Why not?”
Tsunami frowned minimally and said softly: “..It’s still import..”
Reiko cracked his most encouraging smile and took out his wallet: “Come ooon, don’t be such a sissy! Besides, this import stuff is gonna be fun..!” he dug out the money and gave it to the salesman, who in return presented them with a back of the crescent-shaped ‘bananas’ and a polite: "Thank yew, an' welcome back again", which he probably didn't mean.
“And, I promised to hold your hand, didn’t I?”
Reiko strode off the street with a wave of laughter and a handful of bananas as he escaped one rapidly blushing Tsunami chasing after him.
Yes, it’s gonna be a fuuuun night.
---
..Ei herra siunaa, sepäs oli järkevää.
Kommentti tosin saisi minut kovin iloiseksi, oli se sitten järkevää tahi ei.
Sain impulssin ruotsin tuplatunnilta kirjoittaa Oneshotin hedelmistä, myyntikojuista sekä kesälomailusta. Tällaisen sain aikaiseksi kahdessa tunnissa, ja olen tarinan vammaisuudesta huolimatta siitä varsin ylpeä. Kirjoitan englanniksi laajentaakseni sanavarastoani ja oppiakseni kirjoittamaan mokomaa kieltä luovasti.
Reiko ja Tsunami ovat varmaankin tuttuja niille, jotka ovat seuranneet puuhiani Grafiikan puolella. Voi kyllä, tällaisia he ovat.
Pahoittelen kielioppivirheitä, en ole viitsinyt mitenkään perehtyä niihin.
Juu. Viittauksia homoiluun, muuten. Banaani..
---
Of Fruits and Dorky Questions
Reiko and Tsunami shop for food; import fruits can be scary.
---
“ A~aa! Not those, they’re icky!”
Pause.
“..Have you even tried these before?”
Tsunami grimaced slightly, frowning at Reiko who was holding a very spiky, ball-shaped something in his hand for the brown-haired boy to scrutiny. Tsunami shifted his weight from one flip-flopped foot to another, glaring at the green thing with obvious dislike.
“ Well.. No, I haven’t, but-“
Reiko chuckled with amusement.
“How can you be so sure then?” he cocked his brow at Tsunami.
Giving an exasperated huff as a salty breeze from the Maelstrom Ocean swept his loose bangs in front of his eyes, Tsunami answered bluntly:
“ You know that I know the quality of imported fruit around here.”
Snorting with laughter, the violet-haired boy held the spiky blob close to his face for further inspection.
“That trabaco you ate was rotten, and it’s not the market’s fault that you chose to eat it anyway.” He poked the fruit carefully, “ This cranbola hasn’t even broken proper thorns yet.. Quite raw”, he muttered to himself.
“But Rei~kooh, it was the market’s fault that I spent the whole next night practically chucking up my insides! They shouldn’t put any imported stuff like that for sale!” Tsunami’s tone had gotten slightly whiny.
Reiko adjusted his cyan Noia-goggles with his free hand, “Wrong. You left the fruits in that basket at our suite’s balcony, in open sunlight when we left for a little perambulation around the coast. So,” he turned a little to give a pointed look at Tsunami, “no, it wasn’t the market’s fault. Lil’ Tsu got achies ‘cause lil’ Tsu was careless.”
And all Reiko got as response was a defeated pout.
The gogglehead had started to compare the prices between one kilo of cranbola and one kilo of somethings that looked like turquoise pinecones when Tsunami chose to speak again: “So, how come these fruits remain good out here, then? I mean, the sun’s so bright and all.. It’s trying to boil my scalp.” He shielded his eyes with a hand and squinted at the sun; mercilessly leering at them from the cloudless sky.
Reiko picked up an odd-looking, crescent-shaped fruit from the stall, “ That’s ‘burning’, not ‘boiling’, and that awning protects the fruits from rain and sunlight”, he pointed at the white and red canvas stretched above the stall.
Tsunami grinned sheepishly, “ Okay, okay, Mr. Omniscient.. I got it”, the yellow fruit in Reiko’s hand piqued his interest, “ What in the name of Ada is that one? I’ve never seen any fruits like that..”
“Dunno. Though,” Reiko pointed at the tiny green sticker on the fruit, “this says it’s import.”
The comment caused Tsunami to quickly back away from Reiko, striding fifteen feet backwards before stopping and saying anxiously: “Put it away. I don’t want it anywhere near my face.”
Reiko laughed out in wonder. “Come on, Tsu.. It’s not gonna bite your fingers off. I know import scares you, but that one rotten fruit won’t mean that you’ll regurgitate after every single foreign fruit you eat,” he said, voice tinted with sympathy.
Tsunami did not move an inch; two kids that strode by gave him a weird look as he stood stiffly in the middle of the cobblestone street.
Sighing, Reiko fidgeted with the yellow fruit. “Come on now, Tsunami. I’ll even hold your hand,” he promised, a dorky grin creeping on his lips.
Tsunami gave a startled “Hey!” and marched back to the stall, face an interesting shade of red that was not, for once, from a sunburn.
Reiko’s grin broadened slightly as he spoke to the seemingly amused salesman behind the stall:” Excuse me, but where the heck has this fruit come from? We’ve never seen any of the likes of it before”, he held out the yellow fruit for the salesman to see.
The salesman gave a thoughtful “Hmm”, and he smoothed his thick moustache with his fingers before announcing happily: “Ah! That, my lads, as it’s mates, ‘as been brought over the Old Maelstrom from teh fine Southern Continent, aye. Ai, me eyes just grave to see the beauty of that teeny place, jus’ seein’ that banana you’ve got there makes me heart ache from longin’..”
Reiko couldn’t help but interrupt the jiggly man’s memory retrieval: “What was that again? A.. banana?” He looked at the fruit in his hand. “This is called a banana?”
The salesman looked at Reiko, irritated by the gogglehead’s interruption. “Aye, ye think I stutter or som’fin?” he regarded Reiko with a long stare, “Ye’ve got wax in yer ears, lad.”
Tsunami stared at the yellow thing, furrowing his brows at it. “It actually.. does look like something that could be called a ‘banana’.”
Withholding a snicker after seeing Tsunami’s thoughtful expression, Reiko agreed: “Yep, it does look like a ‘banana’”, and he couldn’t help a snort of mirth slinking away.
Obviously not understanding what the hell was going on, the salesman inquired: ”So, ye gunna buy any or not? I ain’t got the all day here, ya know.”
Reiko grinned at Tsunami and was about to answer affirmative, but Tsunami shook his head vehemently.
Raising his brows, Reiko turned to his friend. “Why not?”
Tsunami frowned minimally and said softly: “..It’s still import..”
Reiko cracked his most encouraging smile and took out his wallet: “Come ooon, don’t be such a sissy! Besides, this import stuff is gonna be fun..!” he dug out the money and gave it to the salesman, who in return presented them with a back of the crescent-shaped ‘bananas’ and a polite: "Thank yew, an' welcome back again", which he probably didn't mean.
“And, I promised to hold your hand, didn’t I?”
Reiko strode off the street with a wave of laughter and a handful of bananas as he escaped one rapidly blushing Tsunami chasing after him.
Yes, it’s gonna be a fuuuun night.
---
..Ei herra siunaa, sepäs oli järkevää.
Kommentti tosin saisi minut kovin iloiseksi, oli se sitten järkevää tahi ei.