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Post by praiseofblood on Jul 9, 2012 23:35:38 GMT -5
"Hey Madi!" came a sweet, deep voice. A young, smiling black boy stood at the door. His skin was a pretty caramel color and his hair was shorn close to his head. He gave the twenty-something year old father a smile as he stepped inside with a large basket of grass.
"Ay, Madi, I can come into the AC to weave my roses? I going down on King Street tomorrow for Second Sunday." he said.
"Sure, Naveen, come on in." Madi said, moving from the door.
"Naveen, Albus, Albus, Naveen."
"Sup Dumbledore," Vee smiled at the male.
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Post by clementine on Jul 9, 2012 23:43:44 GMT -5
Albus flushed at the bearer who walked in with his basket of grass. He stepped back as the lithe male stepped in and couldn't help but stare. He managed to tear his eyes away when Madi introduced him, but Naveen's greeting confused him.
"Um, my last name is Radek. Not Dumble-whatever." He flushed again under the male's smile, not sure why he was getting so flustered.
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Post by praiseofblood on Jul 9, 2012 23:48:37 GMT -5
Naveen cocked his head at the male as he sat down, pulling off his straw hat and wiping his pretty face. He began to pull straw out of the basket and deftly began to weave several pieces together into a beautiful rose.
"You ain't never heard of Harry Potter man? Albus Dumbledore, 's cool." Naveen said to the boy as Ahiah began to cry.
"Hey Hi-baby! How ya doin' pretty thang?" Naveen grinned at the baby, rocking her carrier.
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Post by clementine on Jul 9, 2012 23:54:43 GMT -5
"Huh?" Albus asked as he sat down across from Naveen. "Er, I mean. No. Should I?" Was this an Earth thing that he needed to know? There had been nothing about anyone named Albus in his culture class. At least, he was pretty sure.
"What're you making?" He asked in a bid to change the conversation.
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Post by praiseofblood on Jul 9, 2012 23:59:41 GMT -5
"I makun a sweet grass bouquet. Dem tourists down on King, they pay me five dollars a flower. Dey eat dis junk up, ya know. Wanna learn how?" V asked the boy.
Madi shook his head and left the teens to their devices.
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Post by clementine on Jul 10, 2012 0:03:44 GMT -5
Albus mouthed back the words silently to himself, trying to understand what the human had said through all the slang he used. It was something about flowers and eating...so, food? Albus wrinkled his nose, wondering why people would eat grass. He didn't understand the last bit though.
"Oh, yes. Alright. Is it easy to do?"
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Post by praiseofblood on Jul 10, 2012 0:06:03 GMT -5
"Mmm, " Naveen nodded. "Come right ya," he said, patting the ground next to him. "Alright, Dumbledore, here's what ya do." he began showing the boy how to make a sweetgrass flower, patiently going through the weaving process.  |
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Post by clementine on Jul 10, 2012 0:15:08 GMT -5
Albus went and crawled over next to Naveen. He opened his mouth to correct him about the Dumbledore person, but he quickly just shrugged and shook his head. The whole flower making process astounded him. The looked almost real! Of course, he tried to follow along, though his roses looked more liked weeds.
"I think yours are better," he said with a laugh.
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Post by praiseofblood on Jul 10, 2012 0:17:08 GMT -5
Naveen laughed. "Years of practice, bro," he smiled. "You just forgot to tuck in a few places," he said with a grin, reaching over to try to place the male's fingers the right way.
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Post by clementine on Jul 10, 2012 0:21:00 GMT -5
Albus nearly shuddered at the male's touch, his face lighting up in a blush. Needless to say, Albus was more intent on Naveen than the flower making process at the moment. "Er, right. Yeah," he agreed.
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Post by praiseofblood on Jul 10, 2012 0:24:02 GMT -5
"See? All better," he smiled. "Hey MADI! You got some Kool-Aid in here or somethin?" He asked. "I thursty," he said standing and heading into the kitchen.
"Wash your hands, V," Madi said, clicking away.
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Post by clementine on Jul 10, 2012 0:33:25 GMT -5
"What kind of beverage is Kool-Aid?" Albus demanded in alarm. That sounded like a brand of coolant used for his brother's spaceship.
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Post by praiseofblood on Jul 10, 2012 0:36:42 GMT -5
Naveen blinked, "You ain't never heard of Kool-Aid, bro?" he asked as he poured himself some of the cold purple drink.
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Post by clementine on Jul 10, 2012 0:45:11 GMT -5
Albus shook his head as he meandered over to check out the drink. "It's purple," Albus stated, wrinkling his nose. "And I'm er...from out of town."
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Post by praiseofblood on Jul 10, 2012 0:46:07 GMT -5
Naveen held the cup up to the man's lips. "Wanna taste?" he asked.
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