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Flavor of the Day - 2/9/09 - Toady with Whipped Cream
Story : knights
Rating : PG
Timeframe : 1249
Word Count : 429
Word of the Day : toady - a fawning flatterer; humble dependent
I'm revoking Kairn's sprinkle status. He's become more and more of a major player as things go on.
Kairn yelped as the hand clamped around his wrist gave a sudden jerk, hefting the arm up towards his shoulder blade.
“You know,” said Kinu, his breath hot against the back of Kairn’s neck, “beating you up is really starting to lose its charm. You don‘t even try to fight anymore.”
“You,” Kairn winced at another tug, “could stop.” A knee met his behind and his feet left the ground as the larger boy pulled him up against his chest.
A hand pressed itself across his forehead, forcing his head back so he could fully appreciate Kinu’s toothy snarl. “Did I ask you?”
“N-no,” Kairn stammered, his feet pawing the air.
“Right.” Kinu released him, with another jab with his knee that sent him tumbling to the ground.
Sorting out the mess of arms and legs tangled beneath him, Kairn spat out a mouthful of earth, before Kinu’s boot settled on his back. “What do you do this for anyway?” he said, eyes closed and already tensing for the next blow.
“To get to Sethan.”
“Right,” said Kairn, spitting more dust, “You know Sethan loses all kinds of sleep every time you kick the crap out of me. You’re just scared.”
The foot left his back. Kairn pried open an eye and immediately wished he hadn’t as the toe of Kinu’s boot slammed into his ribs. He rolled to his back, Kinu pounding his heel down into his sternum. The older boy leaned in, grinding the stiff sole into his shirt. “What did you say?”
Kairn swallowed hard and squirmed under Kinu’s weight. “Aldo’s scared of Sethan. You’re scared of Aldo. So you-”
A fist replaced the foot at Kairn’s collar and he was, once more, dangling in the air, Kinu’s sneering face inches from his own. “I am not,” the fist in his shirt tightened, “scared of Aldo.”
“Then what,” said Kairn, fighting to keep his breath even as he hung limply in Kinu‘s grasp, “are we doing here?”
Kinu’s wrist gave a twist and Kairn’s collar pinched at his throat. He tried to hold as still as possible as his tormentor looked him over with a grimmace.
“You spend too much time around Sethan,” said Kinu. “Starting to think you know things.” He tossed him to the ground, where Kairn landed with another yelp. “Don’t think this means I’m done with you,” he said, as he strode past. “I’ll be back to pound you again. Anytime I feel like it.”
Kairn breathed a sigh as the sound of boots on gravel receded, and collapsed into the dust.
Story : knights
Rating : PG
Timeframe : 1249
Word Count : 429
Word of the Day : toady - a fawning flatterer; humble dependent
I'm revoking Kairn's sprinkle status. He's become more and more of a major player as things go on.
Kairn yelped as the hand clamped around his wrist gave a sudden jerk, hefting the arm up towards his shoulder blade.
“You know,” said Kinu, his breath hot against the back of Kairn’s neck, “beating you up is really starting to lose its charm. You don‘t even try to fight anymore.”
“You,” Kairn winced at another tug, “could stop.” A knee met his behind and his feet left the ground as the larger boy pulled him up against his chest.
A hand pressed itself across his forehead, forcing his head back so he could fully appreciate Kinu’s toothy snarl. “Did I ask you?”
“N-no,” Kairn stammered, his feet pawing the air.
“Right.” Kinu released him, with another jab with his knee that sent him tumbling to the ground.
Sorting out the mess of arms and legs tangled beneath him, Kairn spat out a mouthful of earth, before Kinu’s boot settled on his back. “What do you do this for anyway?” he said, eyes closed and already tensing for the next blow.
“To get to Sethan.”
“Right,” said Kairn, spitting more dust, “You know Sethan loses all kinds of sleep every time you kick the crap out of me. You’re just scared.”
The foot left his back. Kairn pried open an eye and immediately wished he hadn’t as the toe of Kinu’s boot slammed into his ribs. He rolled to his back, Kinu pounding his heel down into his sternum. The older boy leaned in, grinding the stiff sole into his shirt. “What did you say?”
Kairn swallowed hard and squirmed under Kinu’s weight. “Aldo’s scared of Sethan. You’re scared of Aldo. So you-”
A fist replaced the foot at Kairn’s collar and he was, once more, dangling in the air, Kinu’s sneering face inches from his own. “I am not,” the fist in his shirt tightened, “scared of Aldo.”
“Then what,” said Kairn, fighting to keep his breath even as he hung limply in Kinu‘s grasp, “are we doing here?”
Kinu’s wrist gave a twist and Kairn’s collar pinched at his throat. He tried to hold as still as possible as his tormentor looked him over with a grimmace.
“You spend too much time around Sethan,” said Kinu. “Starting to think you know things.” He tossed him to the ground, where Kairn landed with another yelp. “Don’t think this means I’m done with you,” he said, as he strode past. “I’ll be back to pound you again. Anytime I feel like it.”
Kairn breathed a sigh as the sound of boots on gravel receded, and collapsed into the dust.