Ambrose muttered a mouthful of obscenities. He'd heard the bastard coming but with his arms full and not wanting to break the clock or anything else his reaction had been awkward to say the lease. Before he could set anything down though Ysabel had sprung into action.
He watched, impressed, as she got the guy to take a header. That had been damned smart and one of the better uses of telekinesis he'd seen. It would be a damned handy trick to pick up, too bad you could just take classes he'd just have to see if he got lucky as he aged.
Even as he was being impressed Belle kept going. She made off with his cane and got her purse back. That had been God damned sexy. If they hadn't needed to deal with this punk and in public he had a few ideas what he'd like to do right now.
Shoving everything into the cab of the truck, carefully, he ran after his fiancee and the little snatch and grab bastard. Not appreciating how the kid was staring Ambrose pulled him up by the collar and since Ysabel had already broken cover he didn't have any qualms about lifting him high enough that his feet dangled.
"Hurt? Really that's what you're worried about?"
He growled at the punk. God the little creep wasn't even worth a snack he was so scrawny. He only hoped Ysabel wouldn't adopt this one too. The waif he'd gotten used to, he was even fond of, but she'd been honest this one was a thief.
To Shop or Not To Shop... No Question, Really (attn: Ambrose)
Technically Ysabel wasn't working tonight but like usual that didn't stop her from dressing the way she liked to. Tonight she was in a ground-length gown from the early 14th century, consisting of a light silken chemise of off-white and a cotehardie of deep blue with silver trim. Her shoulders and a great deal of chest were bare, emphasized by the addition of a platinum chain around her neck with a delicate sapphire pendant that dangled just above her temptingly displayed cleavage. She wore a matching metal-worked belt low on her waist, as was the style of the period. This was a manner of dress she loved. It was feminine and pretty and she could move in it just fine. Ysabel could never understand how modern women preferred jeans and sneakers.
She had pulled her hair away from her face and plaited it, pinning it behind her head and leaving the rest of her golden hair to spill down her back in gentle curls. Ysabel was not above vanity; she was pretty and she loved it. She spent plenty of time on her appearance each night but had put extra effort into it tonight since she was spending the whole night with Ambrose.
They had made their way out into the vibrant night life of the Strip and Ysabel was looking forward to one of her favorite passtimes, spending money. It seemed like ages since she'd made a single purchase and she had a list of things to get.
They had left Ambrose's truck parked along a side street and proceeded by foot to the first store she wanted to go to. It was the only one of its kind in Nachton, a little tack store located off the main beat. She greeted the shop keeper within as they entered. The two of them were relatively regular customers. The owner of the store was a vampire as well, but the people who ran the store were her familiars.
Ysabel made her way to the things she needed first, picking out a new bit for Elegy and some supportive boots for Vivace, who had suffered a tendon strain a few weeks ago. Settling upon those necessary items they wandered the aisles.
"Do you think Marie would like a new saddle blanket?" She asked Ambrose as they noticed a display of colorful pads. Ysabel's spending sprees were generally not centered on herself (although she certainly included herself on the list). She liked buying things for her friends and family too though.
Ambrose
12 years ago
Ysabel
12 years ago
Before Ysabel could respond to the young man he was being lifted rather easily by the collar, suspended in the air, and shaken a bit as Ambrose growled at him. She was sure that, if her tricks hadn't frightened him enough already, this display might have him closer to wetting himself than they wanted to deal with. Fortunately Ambrose had the means to make sure the boy didn't talk about this to anyone. They might not be able to erase his memory (she didn't even know if Command worked that way), but they could ensure their secret remained a secret.
She laid her hand on Ambrose's arm gently.
"Put him down, love. There was no harm done. He's just a child."
The boy, who was struggling vainly in Ambrose's grip, gaped at her. "I'm not a child."
Ysabel arched her eyebrows at him. He was dressed from head to toe in black and his hair, which had been brushed down over his eyes but was now somewhat disheveled, was so black it must be a dye. Taking in his appearance further she mused that he was, what did they call it? A little goth boy. That had to be it. His eyes were heavily lined in black and his complexion appeared to have been lightened with powder to make the contrast even more remarkable.
"Very well," Ysabel said. "You are a young thief. Perhaps we should take you down to the city jail."
The boy's face went paler, if possible. "No please don't. I don't wanna go to juvie. I'll get raped! What the hell did you guys do to me? Who are you? What's going on?"
Ysabel looked at Ambrose and shrugged a little sheepishly. "He is just one child," she said to him beseechingly. "He's very small. He cannot possibly eat much."
She laid her hand on Ambrose's arm gently.
"Put him down, love. There was no harm done. He's just a child."
The boy, who was struggling vainly in Ambrose's grip, gaped at her. "I'm not a child."
Ysabel arched her eyebrows at him. He was dressed from head to toe in black and his hair, which had been brushed down over his eyes but was now somewhat disheveled, was so black it must be a dye. Taking in his appearance further she mused that he was, what did they call it? A little goth boy. That had to be it. His eyes were heavily lined in black and his complexion appeared to have been lightened with powder to make the contrast even more remarkable.
"Very well," Ysabel said. "You are a young thief. Perhaps we should take you down to the city jail."
The boy's face went paler, if possible. "No please don't. I don't wanna go to juvie. I'll get raped! What the hell did you guys do to me? Who are you? What's going on?"
Ysabel looked at Ambrose and shrugged a little sheepishly. "He is just one child," she said to him beseechingly. "He's very small. He cannot possibly eat much."
Ambrose
12 years ago
With a final growl Ambrose set the punk down, mostly gently, he didn't drop him until he was just above the ground. The kid landed on his feet though, he stumbled and staggered but didn't fall. See, he was playing nice.
"Yeah a thief and a snappy dresser."
Seriously who thought all black was hip, scary, trendy, moody. Ambrose never had understood it you saw it in wannabes and artists. In the case of this scrawny teenager, at least Ambrose guessed he was a teenager, his money was on wannabe. Although, wannabe what he had no idea.
Completely without sympathy he just grinned at the kid rather savagely. Having spent his fair share of time on the wrong side of the law he had no sympathy.
"Too bad you got caught then isn't it?"
Knowing exactly where Belle's mind was going Ambrose tossed a command at the kid. Very simply, "Don't move" and turned to stare at her. Before slowly shaking his head.
"No. Oh no you don't they aren't cats Belle you can't take another one home. Besides, what would we do with him? And we've still got the girl."
And quite frankly something about the idea of Ysabel biting this kid bothered him. It was one thing with Marie but this boy was a boy and that just didn't sit right with him.
"Yeah a thief and a snappy dresser."
Seriously who thought all black was hip, scary, trendy, moody. Ambrose never had understood it you saw it in wannabes and artists. In the case of this scrawny teenager, at least Ambrose guessed he was a teenager, his money was on wannabe. Although, wannabe what he had no idea.
Completely without sympathy he just grinned at the kid rather savagely. Having spent his fair share of time on the wrong side of the law he had no sympathy.
"Too bad you got caught then isn't it?"
Knowing exactly where Belle's mind was going Ambrose tossed a command at the kid. Very simply, "Don't move" and turned to stare at her. Before slowly shaking his head.
"No. Oh no you don't they aren't cats Belle you can't take another one home. Besides, what would we do with him? And we've still got the girl."
And quite frankly something about the idea of Ysabel biting this kid bothered him. It was one thing with Marie but this boy was a boy and that just didn't sit right with him.
Ysabel
12 years ago
The boy stared at them some more when Ambrose set him down with a Command and turned to argue with Ysabel.
"What the hell? Why can't I move? What did you just do to me?"
He was kind of a mouthy kid, really. Ysabel touched her fingertips to her lips, trying to hide a little smile. The youth was staring back and forth between Ambrose and her, his eyes wide as dinner plates.
"Why can't I run away?"
Ysabel chuckled softly, musically. "There's no sense in fighting it," she said softly. "You may as well just do what he asked you to without complaint. He generally gets his way."
She turned toward him. "As for what I did, just a little trick of the mind." Ysabel leaned in toward the boy, using telekinesis to make her blonde curls float upwards as well as some of her skirts, her purse. As she did so, she went ethereal, paling until she was see-through. The entire effect made her appear like a wraith, some kind of ancient medieval ghost, floating in the breeze.
"It's best if you don't speak of this to anyone," she said softly, airily.
She dropped her abilities, coming back into focus once more, and ignored the temporarily stunned teenager. "Look at him," she said to Ambrose. "He won't tell a soul."
She ghosted out once more, turning to the boy. "Will you?"
He blinked, stared, and simply shook his head, finally silenced.
"What the hell? Why can't I move? What did you just do to me?"
He was kind of a mouthy kid, really. Ysabel touched her fingertips to her lips, trying to hide a little smile. The youth was staring back and forth between Ambrose and her, his eyes wide as dinner plates.
"Why can't I run away?"
Ysabel chuckled softly, musically. "There's no sense in fighting it," she said softly. "You may as well just do what he asked you to without complaint. He generally gets his way."
She turned toward him. "As for what I did, just a little trick of the mind." Ysabel leaned in toward the boy, using telekinesis to make her blonde curls float upwards as well as some of her skirts, her purse. As she did so, she went ethereal, paling until she was see-through. The entire effect made her appear like a wraith, some kind of ancient medieval ghost, floating in the breeze.
"It's best if you don't speak of this to anyone," she said softly, airily.
She dropped her abilities, coming back into focus once more, and ignored the temporarily stunned teenager. "Look at him," she said to Ambrose. "He won't tell a soul."
She ghosted out once more, turning to the boy. "Will you?"
He blinked, stared, and simply shook his head, finally silenced.
Ambrose
12 years ago
Ambrose just sighed and rolled his eyes as the kid questioned and complained. He should have seen that coming. With out a second thought he haded another command to the first.
"Shut up."
It wasn't as nice as Ysabel's way of handling the matter.
Coughing to cover a laugh he watched as the kids eyes widened as Belle demonstrated exactly what she could do. It was really impressive to watch. He'd be scared too if he didn't know better. She went from looking like a sweet young woman, slightly oddly dressed but still sweet, but especially with her ghostly talent it was totally surreal.
The fact that the kid wasn't trying to whine about why he couldn't talk was very strong evidence how impressive he found the spectacle. The goth boy had been stunned silent without Ambrose's command. Not that he was going to lift that just yet.
"One word to any one, your mom, priest, you're teddy bear and I come looking for you and I find what I'm looking for."
He growled. Without any rehearsal they had a great good cop bad thing going on here, he'd realize that once they got home. But for now he was still a bit edgy about leaving this punk on the streets.
"That's it? You just want to walk away? Leave him here?"
Granted, the kid was scared shitless and probably wasn't a threat but Ambrose wasn't good at just walking away from things like this. Of course, he also wasn't into taking out helpless teenagers either. For better or worse he was going to bow to Ysabel's decision in this matter, he just wanted to be clear.
"Shut up."
It wasn't as nice as Ysabel's way of handling the matter.
Coughing to cover a laugh he watched as the kids eyes widened as Belle demonstrated exactly what she could do. It was really impressive to watch. He'd be scared too if he didn't know better. She went from looking like a sweet young woman, slightly oddly dressed but still sweet, but especially with her ghostly talent it was totally surreal.
The fact that the kid wasn't trying to whine about why he couldn't talk was very strong evidence how impressive he found the spectacle. The goth boy had been stunned silent without Ambrose's command. Not that he was going to lift that just yet.
"One word to any one, your mom, priest, you're teddy bear and I come looking for you and I find what I'm looking for."
He growled. Without any rehearsal they had a great good cop bad thing going on here, he'd realize that once they got home. But for now he was still a bit edgy about leaving this punk on the streets.
"That's it? You just want to walk away? Leave him here?"
Granted, the kid was scared shitless and probably wasn't a threat but Ambrose wasn't good at just walking away from things like this. Of course, he also wasn't into taking out helpless teenagers either. For better or worse he was going to bow to Ysabel's decision in this matter, he just wanted to be clear.
Ysabel
12 years ago
"Ambrose," Ysabel chastised lightly. Honestly, he didn't have to be so rude. This small young man couldn't have hurt them, really. The worst he would have done was steal her purse and not only did she have a dozen more like it, but she wasn't carrying anything terribly important in it; the credit card she used to shop with was a very limited one and while the ten thousand dollar limit on it might have been richness to this boy, it was nothing compared to the majority of Ysabel's finances.
She tapped her foot impatiently while Ambrose played the big bad wolf. "Honestly, who is he going to tell?"
The boy was terrified, that much was clear. He could no longer respond but Ysabel could see abject terror in his eyes. It was plain. "Who would believe him?"
She turned back to the goth boy. "No one will believe you," she said, this time very gently. "Make up any tale you like."
Then she said to Ambrose, "Yes, I do want to let him go. Please put him down. What harm can he possibly do?"
Ambrose had the means to make sure the young man didn't say anything to anyone, even if he were inclined to. She looked back at the terrified boy. "Why did you try to take my purse? Do you need money?"
He had spent the last few minutes glancing between her and Ambrose. Now he focused on her, black-lined eyes wide as his brow furrowed. He couldn't speak. Ambrose had prevented it quite effectively.
She tapped her foot impatiently while Ambrose played the big bad wolf. "Honestly, who is he going to tell?"
The boy was terrified, that much was clear. He could no longer respond but Ysabel could see abject terror in his eyes. It was plain. "Who would believe him?"
She turned back to the goth boy. "No one will believe you," she said, this time very gently. "Make up any tale you like."
Then she said to Ambrose, "Yes, I do want to let him go. Please put him down. What harm can he possibly do?"
Ambrose had the means to make sure the young man didn't say anything to anyone, even if he were inclined to. She looked back at the terrified boy. "Why did you try to take my purse? Do you need money?"
He had spent the last few minutes glancing between her and Ambrose. Now he focused on her, black-lined eyes wide as his brow furrowed. He couldn't speak. Ambrose had prevented it quite effectively.
Ambrose
12 years ago
"They travel in packs... worse than groupies."
Ambrose growled slightly not happy with Ysabel wanting to be nice. But at least she wasn't suggesting they take this one home with them. At least the waif had some spunk, look at how she'd told him off for not sliding her a few bucks.
"Fine... all right..." He sighed at her tapping foot. She might have been right but he didn't have to be happy about it. "Get up, gab, whatever you want."
He released the command and watch the kid scamper to his feet. It looked like he might run, but apparently he didn't quite trust his legs to obey him just yet.
It was probably best to let Belle handle this for the most part. Ambrose was not what you'd call warm and fuzzy and he'd probably just wind up scaring the whelp more. Even as he made up his mind not to be the bad cop, or at least a quiet bad cop, he started to think he was wrong. Maybe Ysabel -did- want to bring the kid home. For as well as he knew Belle, thought he understood her, loved her, Ambrose was not a mind reader and some days it was harder than others to guess what his fiancée was thinking.
He was tempted to drop another command on the boy, just a small one, just to ensure he answered Ysabel honestly. But he'd been a bit heavy handed tonight and so he held back. If he didn't trust the answers the punk gave -then- he'd go that route.
Ambrose growled slightly not happy with Ysabel wanting to be nice. But at least she wasn't suggesting they take this one home with them. At least the waif had some spunk, look at how she'd told him off for not sliding her a few bucks.
"Fine... all right..." He sighed at her tapping foot. She might have been right but he didn't have to be happy about it. "Get up, gab, whatever you want."
He released the command and watch the kid scamper to his feet. It looked like he might run, but apparently he didn't quite trust his legs to obey him just yet.
It was probably best to let Belle handle this for the most part. Ambrose was not what you'd call warm and fuzzy and he'd probably just wind up scaring the whelp more. Even as he made up his mind not to be the bad cop, or at least a quiet bad cop, he started to think he was wrong. Maybe Ysabel -did- want to bring the kid home. For as well as he knew Belle, thought he understood her, loved her, Ambrose was not a mind reader and some days it was harder than others to guess what his fiancée was thinking.
He was tempted to drop another command on the boy, just a small one, just to ensure he answered Ysabel honestly. But he'd been a bit heavy handed tonight and so he held back. If he didn't trust the answers the punk gave -then- he'd go that route.
Ysabel
12 years ago
The poor boy just stood there looking traumatized after Ambrose released him. His black-rimmed eyes continued to pass back and forth between them and he nodded at them both. Ysabel wasn't sure he was actually acknowledging, or even listening to, their words at that point. He was clearly terrified.
When she asked him if he needed money, however, he looked confused for a moment, then rebellious, and then, surprisingly, hurt. But he finally shook his head at her, his mouth still open in shock.
"I don't need money," he said. Then he thought for a moment and corrected himself. "Well okay, who doesn't need money? I just wanted to do something... different."
He looked angry for a minute then burst out, "Nobody understands me! It isn't fair, just because I like weird music or different clothes and stuff they make fun of me. I just wanted to be badass for a little while."
He mumbled the last, looking somewhat chagrined. Ysabel could understand that. He'd tried to nab the wrong purse and gotten himself trounced by two people far more badass than he was. One of them in the most ladylike getup imaginable. Humbling, at the best of times. Ysabel was well aware that she did not appear to be the sort of person to stop a mugger.
She felt bad for him, though, and she truly didn't think he was a threat. Sometimes, a vampire's best defense was no defense at all... this boy was already ostracized. He couldn't say a thing about them or he'd likely just be teased even harder and she was pretty sure he knew that.
"What is your name?"
He glanced up at her, his expression a familiar one - curiosity mixed with the slightest bit of awe. "Kenneth," he said. Then he shyly added, "Kenny is okay."
"Very well, Kenny," Ysabel said, preferring the formal long version of his name, but using the nickname since he said to, "we're letting you go. On probation. We'll know if you do something wrong though."
The boy was gazing at Ambrose now. He nodded. "Okay," he breathed. "What are you guys, anyway? Superheroes?"
Ysabel chuckled softly into her hand and decided to let Ambrose field that one.
When she asked him if he needed money, however, he looked confused for a moment, then rebellious, and then, surprisingly, hurt. But he finally shook his head at her, his mouth still open in shock.
"I don't need money," he said. Then he thought for a moment and corrected himself. "Well okay, who doesn't need money? I just wanted to do something... different."
He looked angry for a minute then burst out, "Nobody understands me! It isn't fair, just because I like weird music or different clothes and stuff they make fun of me. I just wanted to be badass for a little while."
He mumbled the last, looking somewhat chagrined. Ysabel could understand that. He'd tried to nab the wrong purse and gotten himself trounced by two people far more badass than he was. One of them in the most ladylike getup imaginable. Humbling, at the best of times. Ysabel was well aware that she did not appear to be the sort of person to stop a mugger.
She felt bad for him, though, and she truly didn't think he was a threat. Sometimes, a vampire's best defense was no defense at all... this boy was already ostracized. He couldn't say a thing about them or he'd likely just be teased even harder and she was pretty sure he knew that.
"What is your name?"
He glanced up at her, his expression a familiar one - curiosity mixed with the slightest bit of awe. "Kenneth," he said. Then he shyly added, "Kenny is okay."
"Very well, Kenny," Ysabel said, preferring the formal long version of his name, but using the nickname since he said to, "we're letting you go. On probation. We'll know if you do something wrong though."
The boy was gazing at Ambrose now. He nodded. "Okay," he breathed. "What are you guys, anyway? Superheroes?"
Ysabel chuckled softly into her hand and decided to let Ambrose field that one.
Ambrose
12 years ago
"Damned fool.â€
He might have muttered it but it was loud enough for the kid to hear. Hell Ambrose hoped he -did- hear. You didn't go out and do dumb shit like purse snatching without a good reason. Granted his definition of good reason might be a bit vague and more pliable than some people, but doing it for fun was not up for negotiation.
Although he was still more cross than not even Ambrose half smiled, for a second, at the idea of this 'bad ass' being brought low by Ysabel. It was probably the best and hardest lesson this kid would ever learn and he'd learn it well, don't under estimate and don't judge a book by its cover.
"Yeah, sure you can tell by the capes and the underwear over our clothes.â€
Ambrose dismissed the question before rubbing the back of his neck and thinking. He really didn't want to give this kid any more information than he had to, but he also didn't want the kid blowing the story up and possibly getting himself into more trouble or creating some cockeyed fantasy world.
"Listen, Kenny†He said his voice softer and more even than it had been when addressing the kid thus far. "we're not anything special. We just have a few tricks up our sleeves that give us a couple of advantages. Now get before one of us changes their minds about letting you go.â€
Of course every one there knew who the one changing their mind would be...
He might have muttered it but it was loud enough for the kid to hear. Hell Ambrose hoped he -did- hear. You didn't go out and do dumb shit like purse snatching without a good reason. Granted his definition of good reason might be a bit vague and more pliable than some people, but doing it for fun was not up for negotiation.
Although he was still more cross than not even Ambrose half smiled, for a second, at the idea of this 'bad ass' being brought low by Ysabel. It was probably the best and hardest lesson this kid would ever learn and he'd learn it well, don't under estimate and don't judge a book by its cover.
"Yeah, sure you can tell by the capes and the underwear over our clothes.â€
Ambrose dismissed the question before rubbing the back of his neck and thinking. He really didn't want to give this kid any more information than he had to, but he also didn't want the kid blowing the story up and possibly getting himself into more trouble or creating some cockeyed fantasy world.
"Listen, Kenny†He said his voice softer and more even than it had been when addressing the kid thus far. "we're not anything special. We just have a few tricks up our sleeves that give us a couple of advantages. Now get before one of us changes their minds about letting you go.â€
Of course every one there knew who the one changing their mind would be...
Ysabel
12 years ago
Ysabel watched Ambrose and the boy... young man... interact, and suspected that she wasn't the only one with an admirer. Well, it was harmless really. Ambrose dealt with Kenny without resorting to the use of Command, which she appreciated. The child seemed mixed-up enough without having his head scrambled too. Not that she wouldn't wholeheartedly resort to such tactics if they were warranted, but Ysabel really though Kenny needed more help than that... he seemed so out of place.
The boy couldn't 'get' fast enough once Ambrose told him to. Ysabel watched him leave, certain they were in no danger themselves but wondering if what had happened was all right for the child.
"I don't know if that was wise," she said, tapping her fingernail against her bottom lip thoughtfully and turning her eyes to Ambrose. "He seems like he needs help. Or at the very least a friend or two."
With a little frustrated sigh she turned back to the truck. Tucking her arm into Ambrose's again she leaned against him briefly and then stood on tiptoe to kiss his cheek. "I am glad that it wasn't more than a child's prank," she said. "That could have been so much worse than it was. Let's just go home. We can shop later."
She was no longer in the mood to window-shop or do any other kind of shopping. For now, Ysabel really just wanted to go back home and curl up quietly with Ambrose. She couldn't do anything for the boy now; she'd just have to bide her time and see if he turned up again somehow.
The boy couldn't 'get' fast enough once Ambrose told him to. Ysabel watched him leave, certain they were in no danger themselves but wondering if what had happened was all right for the child.
"I don't know if that was wise," she said, tapping her fingernail against her bottom lip thoughtfully and turning her eyes to Ambrose. "He seems like he needs help. Or at the very least a friend or two."
With a little frustrated sigh she turned back to the truck. Tucking her arm into Ambrose's again she leaned against him briefly and then stood on tiptoe to kiss his cheek. "I am glad that it wasn't more than a child's prank," she said. "That could have been so much worse than it was. Let's just go home. We can shop later."
She was no longer in the mood to window-shop or do any other kind of shopping. For now, Ysabel really just wanted to go back home and curl up quietly with Ambrose. She couldn't do anything for the boy now; she'd just have to bide her time and see if he turned up again somehow.
Ambrose
12 years ago
"Wise or not, done is done."
Ambrose would worry about the choice to let the kid go. If the boy was dumb enough to try purse snatching for no reason he was probably dumb enough to blab. Well Kenny, Ambrose rolled his eyes at the name, didn't have anything on them, not even their names. And with any luck the boy was some where between too scared and too embarrassed to say anything.
After watching the kid 'get' he shrugged.
"Plenty more black wearing emo/goth/wannabes in this city."
He did hope the kid stayed away from the House of Pain though. It just didn't seem right the boy was too young from that kind of life. He just needed to get his feet under him.
"Not sure 'prank' is the word..."
But any further grumbling was halted by that little kiss on his cheek. Instead he just offered Ysabel's arm and escorted her back to the truck and he opened the door for her.
"I could introduce you to the internet then you could do both."
It was a joke of course, hell, he even smiled.
Ambrose would worry about the choice to let the kid go. If the boy was dumb enough to try purse snatching for no reason he was probably dumb enough to blab. Well Kenny, Ambrose rolled his eyes at the name, didn't have anything on them, not even their names. And with any luck the boy was some where between too scared and too embarrassed to say anything.
After watching the kid 'get' he shrugged.
"Plenty more black wearing emo/goth/wannabes in this city."
He did hope the kid stayed away from the House of Pain though. It just didn't seem right the boy was too young from that kind of life. He just needed to get his feet under him.
"Not sure 'prank' is the word..."
But any further grumbling was halted by that little kiss on his cheek. Instead he just offered Ysabel's arm and escorted her back to the truck and he opened the door for her.
"I could introduce you to the internet then you could do both."
It was a joke of course, hell, he even smiled.
Ysabel
12 years ago
Ysabel gave a very unladylike snort as Ambrose offered to show her the internet. She pinched his arm, biting back the need to point out how well-wired their house was. Ambrose knew it. She didn't need a tutorial.
She couldn't blame Ambrose for picking on her though. In his way he was trying to lighten the mood and she loved him for that. It was wonderful to have someone who cared, someone who could push her buttons in just the right way.
They left Kenny the would-be thief behind as they got back into Ambrose's truck. Ysabel spared a few thoughts for him though not terribly many... he was just a boy after all.
It didn't occur to her to remember what trouble one boy could cause.
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She couldn't blame Ambrose for picking on her though. In his way he was trying to lighten the mood and she loved him for that. It was wonderful to have someone who cared, someone who could push her buttons in just the right way.
They left Kenny the would-be thief behind as they got back into Ambrose's truck. Ysabel spared a few thoughts for him though not terribly many... he was just a boy after all.
It didn't occur to her to remember what trouble one boy could cause.
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