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Heather Mason ([personal profile] foolishwren) wrote2010-05-21 11:00 pm
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"Yo, it's Heather. I'm probably asleep or Godzilla ate my 'Gear or something so I can't answer you right now. But feel free to leave a message or something. I'll probably get back to you. ... Probably. Peace out."

BEEEEEEEEEEEEP.

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no_ufo_ending: (no this is henry)

[Action] CONFIDE FRIDAY

[personal profile] no_ufo_ending 2016-02-07 05:48 am (UTC)(link)
[SLAM.]

[The front door swings open and Henry stands there, eclipsed by the noon sun, his eyes wide.]


Heather! I need to talk to you! It's important!
no_ufo_ending: (feelin mighty small)

[personal profile] no_ufo_ending 2016-02-08 12:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[Henry leaves the door wide open and closes the gap between them with long, stiff strides. He's almost vibrating. It really is almost Pancake Day all over again, but he doesn't yell. He stops right in front of a folded shirt, fists clenched at his sides.]

[He jerks as a truth fights its way out of him like a xenomorph.]


Heather...I want to ride Carousel. I've always wanted to ride Carousel. I've never been on a horse in my life, I don't even care if she burns me, I--gotta.

[The spirit leaves his body and his shoulders fall slack like a puppet with cut strings. His face actually grows pink.]

Uh.
no_ufo_ending: (2 kool 4 skool)

[personal profile] no_ufo_ending 2016-02-08 01:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[Henry can even feel his ears turning red and he reaches his hands up to cover them.]

It's--stupid.
no_ufo_ending: (2 kool 4 skool)

[personal profile] no_ufo_ending 2016-02-14 10:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[Henry finally manages to look at her again. He's still flushed, still feeling weirdly exposed--he's talked about the serial killer ghost he has to kill, the terrible penis monsters, having to kill creatures that resembled two-headed babies with nothing but a shovel...but THIS is what tears him up.]

I'd like that...it's just. This thing I've always had in my head. Fruitloops is great and all--and so is Sunny. But. They're not horses.
no_ufo_ending: (stoned)

[personal profile] no_ufo_ending 2016-02-21 05:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[His breath actually catches in his chest and for a second he looks like she's just told him that today is actually Christmas and he had somehow forgotten.]

Oh--uhm! Yes. I would--yes, sure. I would like that.

[He's trying not to vibrate. He's gonna ride a horse.]
no_ufo_ending: (stoned)

[personal profile] no_ufo_ending 2016-03-01 07:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[Henry just nods and hurries to the back yard, banging his shoulder on the door frame in his excitement. He waits near the pool, rubbing his shoulders, having forgotten his coat. He doesn't think he'll need one anyway if he's dealing with a fire pokemon.]
no_ufo_ending: (sober until proven otherwise)

[personal profile] no_ufo_ending 2016-03-06 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
[THERE SHE IS. Henry shyly walks up to the fire-type and holds up a hand for her to put her nose against it.]

She's much taller than my Tropius...
no_ufo_ending: (storytime)

[personal profile] no_ufo_ending 2016-03-09 07:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[He chuckles as the horse whuffs against his hand. He wishes he had an apple or something to give her. Carousel has never shown any dislike for Henry but he really wants her to like him. He doesn't want to get thrown and end up breaking something else.]

He is. His mother is small too. How do I get on?
no_ufo_ending: (sober until proven otherwise)

[personal profile] no_ufo_ending 2016-03-18 07:02 am (UTC)(link)
[Henry knows where that sentence is going before it even finishes leaving Heather's mouth and he waves a hand at her with a grunt of defeat. He'll weather a bad pun or two if it means he'll get to be a cool cowpoke.]

[He watches Carousel get tacked up and gives a few nods as he listens.]


Don't walk behind a horse. Got it.
no_ufo_ending: (thoughtful)

[personal profile] no_ufo_ending 2016-03-27 06:57 am (UTC)(link)
[The Receiver of Wisdom finally lives up to his name, absorbing every tip Heather gives him. He tugs down the stirrup and looks right proud of himself. Somehow he always forgets stirrups are a thing when imagining people on horses.]

Putting a saddle on Fruitloops would probably make things easier, huh?
no_ufo_ending: (chill)

[personal profile] no_ufo_ending 2016-03-29 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
[Henry squares his shoulders. This was it. He was going to get Onto a Horse. He reaches up to take hold of the saddle horn and carefully slips his good foot into the stirrup.]

[The following clamber is entertaining to say the least. Carousel is much taller than anything he's tried to climb onto and he's also working hard not to hit his stupid SPONGE BOOT the doctors put his broken foot in. He was counting the days now until he could take it off.]

[After much flailing and insisting that he's 'got it' Henry finally finds himself sitting atop the flaming unicorn and lets out a satisfied huff.]


I did it.