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A seven year old John Chesterton shared the task of setting the table with his father. Unfortunately, a child with a love of games should probably not be given any kind of responsibility which involved sharp objects. And neither should their father.
"Avarst! Ye matey!" Ian Chesterton cried at his son, brandishing a butter knife like a sword.
"Arrrr!!" John replied with one eye closed as though he were wearing an eye patch.
"Submit to me, matey, or I'll gut yer through!"
"NEVAAR!!"
The butter knives clinked once before Barbara managed to catch them at it; "boys!" she called from the doorway into the dining room. "That's quite enough. One of you will literally skin the other and I am not in the mood to drive over to the emergency ward."
Unfortunately, neither boy was paying much attention. To begin with they looked suitably shamed, but all it took was a quick exchange of looks and they lunged at Barbara, who screamed. And then giggled as the tickling fingers of John and Ian found her most ticklish spots. She managed to wriggle away, and ran for the kitchen, the hall and finally the lounge where they tackled her onto the sofa and tickled her until she managed to cry for mercy between fits of laughter.
Now breathing heavy, all three Chestertons sat on the sofa a moment, contemplating who to tickle next when the doorbell rung.
"I'll get it," Barbara said and pushed herself up to walk to the front door. Her hand reflexively went to her hair, double checking that everything was still in place. When she opened the door, flushed in the face from the giggling, hair didn't matter. Even dinner didn't matter. Nor sword fighting, or anything else.
"...Howard," she gasped.
"Avarst! Ye matey!" Ian Chesterton cried at his son, brandishing a butter knife like a sword.
"Arrrr!!" John replied with one eye closed as though he were wearing an eye patch.
"Submit to me, matey, or I'll gut yer through!"
"NEVAAR!!"
The butter knives clinked once before Barbara managed to catch them at it; "boys!" she called from the doorway into the dining room. "That's quite enough. One of you will literally skin the other and I am not in the mood to drive over to the emergency ward."
Unfortunately, neither boy was paying much attention. To begin with they looked suitably shamed, but all it took was a quick exchange of looks and they lunged at Barbara, who screamed. And then giggled as the tickling fingers of John and Ian found her most ticklish spots. She managed to wriggle away, and ran for the kitchen, the hall and finally the lounge where they tackled her onto the sofa and tickled her until she managed to cry for mercy between fits of laughter.
Now breathing heavy, all three Chestertons sat on the sofa a moment, contemplating who to tickle next when the doorbell rung.
"I'll get it," Barbara said and pushed herself up to walk to the front door. Her hand reflexively went to her hair, double checking that everything was still in place. When she opened the door, flushed in the face from the giggling, hair didn't matter. Even dinner didn't matter. Nor sword fighting, or anything else.
"...Howard," she gasped.
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Date: 2013-10-22 12:09 am (UTC)"I'm just wondering who you are underneath taking care of everyone else."
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Date: 2013-11-07 07:27 am (UTC)He's made a hundred contingency plans and never had an answer.
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Date: 2013-11-08 09:09 am (UTC)But to just take it? Maybe.
He nods and starts to head back inside, head hanging.
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Date: 2013-12-29 12:37 am (UTC)"Did I ever tell you about the first time I met Ian?" she asked, hoping to change the subject to something more positive. Hopefully taking his mind off his worries would help him rest.
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Date: 2013-12-29 01:52 am (UTC)"It was my very first day at Coal Hill," she began and settled down on the floor, resting her head near Howard's, "and I was shown to my room which was next door to Ian's. At that moment he had a small horde of girls pining for his attention at his door. Apparently one of them had spilt something on his shirt earlier that day and they were keen to see if he would take it off or not.
"I remember that Ian stood there, covering the stain with a stack of papers. He had this terrified look on his face like one of the girls might suddenly open their jaws and swallow him whole. The teacher I was with simply laughed and unlocked my door." Barbara chuckled softly at the memory and gently stroked the cat. "He never knew what to do with the girls - and women - who threw themselves at him."
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