92nd Box [Voice]

[playwitchu]

*Sai's voice sounds cracked up as though she has been crying.*

I don't underrrrstand. Why.... Why did he do that? Say those things? Why? Why did he have to yell? He wouldn't tell me what was wrrrong...

Ealdy-oniichan....


[ooc: This takes place right... RIGHT after this. Also, all replies (unless you are Naja or any other female that isn't family) will be done by weaponxi.]

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[najawantsgold.livejournal.com]

Lehko. Is there a prrroblem?

[playwitchu]

*And the sound of Naja's voice causes the gender switch from Mithra to Manthra.*

Ealdy-oniichan.... Eald'narche starrrrted screaming and yelling at me afterrrr I helped him. He wouldn't tell me why... He acted like he was almost scarrred of me.

[najawantsgold.livejournal.com]

[ This startles Naja once again...but she's a bit too concerned with how Sai is doing to react to that. ]

And ya didn't stand up for yerself?

[playwitchu]

*His voice is still cracking up.*

I just tried to see what was wrrrong with him...

[najawantsgold.livejournal.com]

And he told ya to buzz off, is that it?

[playwitchu]

Yes... while acting like I was a monsterrr of sometype.

[najawantsgold.livejournal.com]

Did ya insist on knowin' what was wrrrong with him?

[playwitchu]

Yes I did.

[najawantsgold.livejournal.com]

... [ She was afraid of that.

Naja walks quietly up to Sai, with a blank expression...




...and bops him on the head. ]

[playwitchu]

*He is trying to not cry as much! He idly watches her as she approaches him with that expression.*

....?

*And here comes a startled yelp at the bop.*

What was that forrrr?!

[najawantsgold.livejournal.com]

You call yerself a Mithra? I've seen midgets from the middle lands strrronger than you! Are ya gonna sit there and cry and whine about this, or are ya gonna stand up by yerself?!

Ya shouldn't have pushed him, anyway! If someone doesn't wanna talk about somethin', ya leave 'em alone beforrre you hurt yerself!

[playwitchu]

*And any hurt or sad looks are gone and are replaced by one of fear. Though, he almost felt himself bristle a little.*

And how was I suppose to do that?! How was I suppose to stand up forrrr myself in that situation?!

*He couldn't help but to glare a little.*

I am strrrrong. I am a Mithra!

[najawantsgold.livejournal.com]

[ Is that a GLARE? Oh, Naja won't have that. She points her mace directly at Sai's nose, letting it hover inches away from it. ]

Ain't it obvious?! Don't let anyone push ya arrround! I ain't raisin' ya to be a pushover that submits to what everrryone wants! You've gotta be able to fight, to be confident, and not let everrryone get yer way with ya! Surrrvival 101, Lehko!

If ya call yerself a Mithra, you'd better starrrt acting like one! Capice?!

[playwitchu]

*Yes, it is a GLARE! A GLARE BEING AIMED AT YOU, NAJA! And it isn't going away despite the sense of doom that mace brings.*

I bet that you would have acted the same should it been you! I don't submit to whateverrrr everyone wants me to submit to!

*And he... Has no retort to her final words.*

Then show me how to be a prrroper Mithra!

[najawantsgold.livejournal.com]

Very well, but it will take rigorous hours of off-screen practice!

okay, now for the REAL tag...

[najawantsgold.livejournal.com]

Of courrrse not, you idiot! Do ya think I run this building by submitting whenever people yell at me? WHO THE HELL DO YA THINK I AM?!

I'll show ya, Lehko, but ya better be prrrepared! I won't go easy on ya!

Oh BB~

[playwitchu]

*He winces a little at the loudness but finally the glare slowly goes away.*

You are Motherrr of course.

*And here, he even goes to smirk at her.*

I darrre ya to bring out your worrrst.

the urge was so hard to resist ♥

[najawantsgold.livejournal.com]

Heh. Now that's morrre like it!

I'll have to start trrrainin' ya tomorrow...when I'm feelin' better. Get some rrrest, Lehko. You'll need it.

It's so good to give into those types of urges ♥

[playwitchu]

*He continues to smirk, even going to lift his tail a little as he smirks.*

And you get the same amount of rrrest yourself, Motherrr. It will do me no good if you are sick and therefore cannot trrrain me.