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Strawberry Fields
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dyanne
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Oct 27, 2013 08:16PM
Finn slowly shuffled through the fields, a twizzler balanced precariously on his upper lip, giving the impresssion of a duck face. He sang in an unusually deep voice, "I AM the TWIZZLER MAN, I DO WHATEVER I CAN BECAUSE I AM THE TWIZZLER-" the twizzler wobbled and fell into Finn's mouth and red peaked out of his mouth as he made weird noises with his mouth along the lines of "MMMWAMMWA *smack* MMM" as he ate.
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((Scottish, actually XD))Tristan looked at the boy strangely, and his eyebrows knit together in confusion and worry. "Are you alright, lad?" he called.
((Sorry just HAD to do that with Finn))Finn's eyebrows shot up. Scottish people! "You're a Scottie! I love scotties. Not the dog, I mean, the dogs are nice, but Scotland! I'm British, mate, nice to meet you."
His expression cleared slightly. "Ah, I see! Well, it is very nice to meet another European out in America." He said the word happily, like the way you would talk about a delicious and odd new food you had tried. "I can honestly say that I'm surprised it lasted," he added with a low chuckle.
"Yeah, I met... that guy with the Texas name. Austin! That was it- a couple days ago. Do you fancy a twizzler?"
Tristan looked surprised. "You met Austin? Well, I do hope he gave you no trouble... And er, I cannot say I know what a Twizzler is," he said sheepishly.
Finn cocked his head. Something about Tristan seemed out of place. Then he recalled his conversation with Austen. "Oh, you're from the 1800's or something, right!" He took out a jar filled with candy and took out a long red rope. "This-" he gestured to the rope, "Is a twizzler."
He examined the rope. "And what exactly do you do with a Twizzler? It hardly seems good for knot tying."
Finn looked at Tristan like he had grown a third head. "Mate, you eat it." He shoved it into his mouth- "Like so."
((Third? idk where that came from but I'm too lazy to correct it.))
((Because two heads are so mainstream XD ))
((I know, right? I mean, gosh, what is it with people having two heads?"
((He's Zaphod Beeblebrox! DUH!))"Curiouser and curiouser," he mused. He wasn't entirely sure why anyone would want to eat a rope, albeit a red and chewy-looking one. "Er.. May I?"
"Go ahead, mate," Finn replied graciously, opening the jar and handing it to Tristan.
He reached in hesitantly and pulled one out. "I must be clear out of my mind," he chuckled, before putting it in his mouth.
Finn pulled a pack out m&m's out of his packet before saying, "For not knowing what a twizzler is? Yeah, you are. Where have you been the last 15-oh, right."
He waited until he had fully swallowed the Twizzler before responding, "Right, indeed. Too many things have changed since our poor Queen Victoria has died."
Finn burst out laughing and then slowly brought it under control. "Yeah, sorry mate, but Queen Lizzy isn't too bad."
"Ah, so she is the new queen? I'm afraid that I have not been very up-to-date with politics," he said with a smile.
"Mate, what 16 year old gives a winged shoe about politics?" Finn asked.
He looked at the boy in surprise. "Why, it is the duty of every civilian to understand and take interest in the working of their country, is it not?"
((Mate, have you been around Nikhil too much lately?? XD))Finn poured the whole m&m packet into his mouth and mumbled something incoherant as a few m&ms fell out of his mouth and scattered onto the fields.
((... *explosion* Oh gods, I can't even... I nearly DIED of laughter! I could have been dead, and it would be all your fault!!!))Tristan look down at the half-chewed M&M on the ground and quickly covered up his distain. After all, it was the poor boy's fault that he was right in the head. "Er, pardon me," he said politely. "I did not catch that."
((LOL))Finn held up a finger and swallowed. "Mate, this isn't the top hat era anymore. If you're sixteen years old and living in the U.S.A, you're trying to buy a car and get a date for prom."
Tristan thought for a moment, mentally reviewing his list of new vocabulary. "Ah, yes! A car! Those miniature train mobiles, if I do recall. Although I hardly know what a prom is..."
Finn burst out laughing. "Train mobiles, oh, that's great. Prom is a school dance. Nothing that demigods have to worry about, or you. No offense mate, but your love life is looking pretty dismal, what with your wonky vocabulary and all."
Tristan raised an eyebrow elegantly. Was this lad trying to insult him? "I highly doubt vocabulary can interfere with one's 'love life', as you say. And quite frankly, you lot are the ones with a wacky vocabulary."
((Because you can OBVIOUSLY raise an eyebrow elegantly...))
"OOH, personality point for Tristan right here! Mate, sooner or later, you'll be getting a gold star! High five!" Finn held out his hand.
He frowned slightly and looked at the hand in front of him. Perhaps this boy was bipolar... He didn't even attempt to ask how he would be in possession of gold, and just tentatively touched his palm to Finn's
((YEAH I KNOW!!!))Finn laughed. "Mate, you need to put some power into that slap. You act like you're scared of my hand."
"I do not wish to slap you..." he said cautiously, pulling back his hand. Oh dear, have we already sunk as low as physical violence? I do hope I did not offend him in anyway...
Finn was trying his best not to roll over laughing. This guy was hilarious. "Oh, that's cool too."
This guy was crazy. Tristan shook his head sadly at the thought of what society had become. "Er... I believe we have not been properly acquainted," he said, trying to bring back a normal conversation.
"I AM FINN!" Finn jumped up and yelled rather loudly, accidentally tripping over a bush in the process.
He winced slightly. There goes the normal conversation. Of course, he didn't want to be red, so he smiled and said, "Pleasure to he a acquainted, Finn. I am Tristan, Son of Prometheus."
"Prometheus, eh? Can you shoot flames out of your nostrils? One of my mates can do that."
"Ah, no... sadly." He shrugged nonchalantly and said, "I doubt that I have any powers."
Finn grinned. "I don't have any powers either. Unless you count thievery."
Tristan nodded. There were many pickpockets on the streets of Victorian Scotland, so it was something you got used to. At least the boy hadn't stolen anything of hi- "Where is my ring?" he sighed.
"What? What ring?" Asked Finn innocently. He had also stolen the boy's shoes, but he had yet to notice that.
((Lol, how does he steal his shoes? Sighs... oh Finn...)) "The ring that used to be on my left hand, and is now currently on your right hand," he noted. "How did you even get it? I thought I would have noticed..."
Tristan's expression cleared. "I see. Very impressive, but may I have it back now?"
Finn smiled. Tristan STILL hadn't noticed the shoes. "Okay." He tossed the ring back to Tristan.
