My Life With the Anderson Brothers, All 7 of Them - p -

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    Out of the corner of his eye, Shawn could see Jennifer smiling. "Oh, come on, dude. That was not funny." He said, trying not to smile. It was kind of funny, he had to admit. "Just wait until Dex gets a taste for your blood- I mean, just wait until he starts his pranks and all on you." Even though he hadn't spoken much with this girl, she seemed nice. She didn't talk much, or not around him anyway. Maybe it was just because being in a house full of boys was strange?

    [align=center][color=white][font=arial][size=1]occ; IM ACTUALLY WEARING ONE AT THIS MOMENT. <3


    ic; Kenrick slowly got up, then trudged his way over to Jennifer and Dexter. Dear lord, he looked as if he was dying from how he was walking and the droopy, pathetic eyes. Extending his hand, the teen went to place it on his sisters head and just ruffle her hair. It was out of mere playful behavior, and if seen at the right moment, you could find this little satisfied smirk on his face for a short second.


    "Eh," he muttered, "this one has some soft hair. Messing with it, never gets old."

    ( Pink Floyd is my favorite band. Of all time. Actually, I'm wearing a Pink Floyd shirt too right now. xD)


    Fletcher's attitude dropped slightly at Jennifer's meek smile. She seemed kind of... Bland. But maybe she would be a little more outgoing after living with them for a while. She had just gone through some trauma. He laughed at Shawn's comment. "Yeah, it won't so fun when he does stuf to you," he said, his tone light.

    [align=right][size=7pt][font=georgia][color=black]A laugh escaped Jennifer at the prospect of what Shawn had proposed, "Well, I'm going to hope that won't happen for a bit, yes? There's seven of you, after all - maybe I'll have a chance to remain safe from Dexter's stunts."


    She went to add on to that, only to feel a hand begin ruffle at her hair; as amusement flickered through her gaze, she rolled her eyes, glancing up. Jennifer's mouth opened slightly as she went to respond, only to pause for a moment - unsure exactly how one was to respond to that.

    [align=center][color=white][font=arial][size=1] Kenricks eyes had done flickered a teasingly-like glance, then he removed his hands and opened his mouth to speak, but instead it was him clearing his throat. "What have I missed? This ishkabibble is having me all curious, euh."

    Fletcher raised his eyebrows. "Ishkabibble?" he said, his voice humored. He loved being one of seven brothers. It was fun, and it was also nice to be the oldest-er- second oldest. He frowned at the thought. Damn those 3 minutes...

    [align=center][color=white][font=arial][size=1] Kenrick just glared and grimaced at the stupidity."Questioning is rude. Besides, use some context clues, maybe, will you? No wonder you're always - " he stopped in mid-sentence, "Nope, not going to say it."

    Fletcher rested his head in his hands, his eyes gleaming with mock curiosity. Well, not exactly mocked, because he was interested, but very exaggerated. "Not going to say what, Dori?"

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    Fletcher rolled his eyes. "Fine, Kenrick. Not going to say what?"

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    [align=center][color=white][font=arial][size=1] "Didn't you hear me the first time, euh? I said I wasn't going to say it." Kenrick rolled his eyes, then walked away and sat back down again.

    "Okay, then I have a different question. Why do you always make that weird 'euh' sound?" Fletcher asked. He had truly been wondering about this for a long time.

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    [align=center][color=white][font=arial][size=1] Kenrick gave out a grunt, "I don't know, honestly, its always been there in my speech." With a mere and a bit little of a shrug, he turned around in his chair to once again see the two. "Its not that big of a deal . . . is it?"

    Damian blew the smoke out of his tea and took a light sip, "euh, sounds much like eh, which is, stereotypically, used most frequently by Canadians at the end of their sentences, our brother may well have taken in some Canadian characteristics", he took another sip out of his tea.

    [align=right][size=7pt][font=georgia][color=black]Pale hazel gaze dropping, Jennifer remained silent as the two brothers went back and forth between their comments - soon transitioning into whether one was using canadian remarks or not. Seriously. The thought that that was basically what this entire discussion was about amused, her, though, causing silent laughter to dance through her gaze.


    "So let me see if I have this straight," she finally spoke up, [b]"No one except Kenrick knows what Ishkabibble is, apparently Fletcher is always doing something, and 'Dori' is half-canadian half-Chicagan. Is that right?"

    [align=center][color=white][font=arial][size=1]Kenrick rolled his eyes in a bit of a dismissal-like manner, being overwhelmed by just the random of the conversation. I mean, seriously. Its worse enough he was called a Canadian - no offence to those who are - and then they call him by the most utterly vile nickname in the world? The nerve.


    "No. I'm just surrounded by lunatics, and the only one being sane is mostly you or, with the slight chance, Damian. So, if you must know, ishkabibble is just slang for nonsense or just, well, hub-bub, I can assume?"

    ryu ❤ wrote:

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    "So let me see if I have this straight," she finally spoke up, [b]"No one except Kenrick knows what Ishkabibble is, apparently Fletcher is always doing something, and 'Dori' is half-canadian half-Chicagan. Is that right?"


    [align=center][color=black][font=century gothic](Ryu pretty much summed up the current conversation. ^^)


    Dex came back into the room sitting down. He didn't seem to be carrying anything. A good sign. Fletcher set down his mug and leaned back into the chair, listening to Kenrick talk. He was still pondering what Kenrick was planning to say earlier.

    Damian stood up off the chair and went over to the kitchen to wash his empty mug, "I wonder, where could Dexter be at this time, or more importantly, what he has planned" he said over the rush of the cold tap-water.