It's that smile of hers again. You know, the one that looks pleasant, but there's barely concealed rage that only has been directed at him so far (well, other people get it too, but they're not here so). ]
[ wow. wow, it's that smile. wow. there's that icy crawl up his spine. but he's pretending he doesn't notice anything, playing oblivious as he merrily continues toward a food stall selling large soft pretzels and different fountain drinks-- ]
Hm? Yes, my dear? Please, whatever could be on your mind...?
[ --err. he's faltering a step, his pace slowed by her abrupt IRON GRIP on his shoulder... and while he's laughing with an anxious edge, he waves his hand in nonchalant dismissal-- ]
O-oh... so you stopped being boring, Miss Monts...? I'm so glad to hear it~! Welcome to the party!! Well, then -- by all means, lead on!
I'm fine with most carnival foods, but I don't find stuffing myself a pastime I want to adopt. I'm even willing to try most of them, save funnel cakes, so if you just calm down a little and we go about a leisurely pace...
What on earth did funnel cakes ever do to you...?! Honestly! Is this some kind of complex...? Did you choke on one as a child? Did one kill your pet goldfish...? Maybe we need to sit down and have a talk about this deep-seated issue from your childho... hood, hm--? Who, now?
[ ....tapering off-- wait, wait. what was that about 'leaving Abel alone with him?' he's angling his head around to over his shoulder-- ]
[ --and nearly careens right into her as he jumps back a good foot and a half, tripping over himself with a loud squeal (--my, that was impressively high-pitched??); he scrambles to cram all 6'4 of himself behind her to cower pitifully. MONTS?? MONTS????? HELP, ]
N-- no, no no no. NO. I do NOT do clowns. No! Tell h-him, NO, thank you! We do not want any! If he makes a balloon animal, I WILL vomit, I swear on the Good Lord's name--
[ The tall clown who has been clutching at a bouquet of balloons tilts his head at the two of them. His face is extremely painted on, so much so, that it's hard to tell if he had an actual face. That seems to be the case for most of the carnival workers that are... Clowns.
Monts, being herself, takes it in stride and allows the giant lanky priest to hide behind her. ]
The Lord says to love thy neighbor. See, I didn't forget all of the Sunday school lessons.
[ In fact, he even offers Monts a single balloon and she takes it graciously. ]
You know, I'm starting to turn around on this. The carnival is fun!
[ ... Fun because there are clowns to clown on the priest in ways she can't. Lovely. ]
[ he is, true to his word, making a dramatic dry heaving noise behind her because of course he is, leaning over as if he's suddenly and dramatically ill. one cannot accuse him of not being a committed actor, at the least-- ]
U-- ugh, p... please, please, pleasepleasePLEASE make him go away...!! I'll be good, I'll-- I'll be GOOD, I swear~! Pleeee~ase Miss Monts... [ doubled over, he's tugging plaintively on her sleeve with a teary-eyed expression of desperation and pure woe....... he Cannot??? he Cannot, with the clowns.
[ Balloon Clown leaves thankfully and Monts turns to face Abel. She pokes him on the forehead. ]
Are we going to behave and not run around the carnival lest we make our clown friends mad? If you hadn't noticed, I think most of this place is staffed by them.
[ he groans in a most melodramatic fashion as she pokes him, eyes going cross... but, looking miserable, Abel inevitably nods. ]
Y- yes, yeeees, I hear you loud and clear... alright? You win, you win...
[ sniffling, he's rubbing his face on his sleeve and giving her a dejected look. wow?? so mean...? she better not abandon him to a Clown-beholden fate or he'll never forgive her... ]
[ And so she leads them around the food stalls first so that he can snack to his heart's content and she can just nibble at whatever she's willing to try. Monts almost half-expects for the food to have bad aftereffects, but aside from the offputting clowns with very painted faces, it's all quite normal.
They're nearing more towards the games and rides now and there's a particular stall that catches Monts eye. There is this beautiful whale at the shooting range game and she pauses to just. Look at it.
[ Abel, to no one's shock, is more than happy to inhale just about whatever he gets his hands on - either he's quite confident there's nothing to worry about, or it's a risk he's decided is worth the payoff.
...guess which one it is,
regardless, he's licking sugar and frosting from his fingers as he finishes the last bit of funnel cake and a deep fried chocolate chip cookie, looking entirely too pleased with himself as they near the game stalls. and he cannot help
but notice
a particular wayward glance toward a whale, to their right... Abel is eying her, and then the whale as if to ascertain whether or not this is what's caught her attention, before clearing his throat and leeeeeaning obnoxiously closer. ]
Hey, Miss Monts... are you a good shot? What would you say to a friendly competition...?
[ he flashes her a wink and a grin, before he's - once more - taking her sleeve and all but dragging her toward the stall. ]
Oh, sorry; it's too late to say no...! You accept, right? C'mon, you surely won't turn down a nice friendly challenge... what do you have to lose? [ h-heh. HEH, ]
We're going for that, [ he gestures to the whale, ] so you better give it your all, got it? The winner gets the whale and bragging rights for the next millennia, so you'll be properly incentivized to give it your all. Okay, okay, get your pistol. Go on!
[ There is something sus about Abel here... Hm. But Monts doesn't push back from his challenge and lets him pull her into the game. The clown staffer overseeing the stall passes two pistols and with a doubtful expression, she gives one to the priest. ]
Well, alright. We're here so might as well.
You do realize you're the one who will carry it no matter who wins right?
Ah? But of course! What man would make his doting, sweet Carnival date carry her own prize, Miss Monts...? Goodness, do you think I was raised in a barn?
[ but he doesn't give her any time to mull that one over, taking his pistol and making a good show of looking suitably clumsy with it :) haha, guns :) wow :) he has no experience with these, wow,
[ Why is he like this! He's the only one aside maybe one or two other people in her life that keep throwing her off balance and off-kilter. Also? Date?? Priest? Dating??? A PRIEST????
Abuela would have words!! But he's not giving her any room to argue back, but she is glaring at him. ]
Fine, fine. I have a feeling I'm still gonna get mad at you.
[ h-heh, heh. he deeply enjoys the fact that he can Do This to her. this is powerful. he feels powerful. he is POWERFUL.
--but he is giving a little noise as the water starts shooting out of the gun toward their targets!! go time...!!!! and he's eying her to see how she's doing; he decides he wants to give her the futile hope that she has a chance
before he crushes her spirits with decisive victory
because he is a kind, good friend. HOW'S IT GOING OVER THERE, MONTS... ]
[ Not as bad as she could be really. Close enough to the center of the target, like three to five rings away from it with consecutive shots. She'll rack up enough points to win this handsome gentleman but in the back of her mind, she really did want the giant whale.
The fact that she gave it a good go seems to lighten her up or at least not as riled up as Abel made her. ]
[ normally, Abel would be all about finding new and exciting ways of failing this task miserably to the most comical effect possible. however, considering there is a prize to be won in the name of satisfying one Miss Monts' wayward eye... he is feeling a little motivated to actually do the thing,
thus!! it's quite astounding, his luck, you see. just beginners luck that also just so happened to net him precisely the number of points required to get her whale friend...
...which he is reaching his hand out at maximum length to retrieve from the Clown attendee (DO NOT APPROACH HIM), before thrusting it out awkwardly and nearly bopping Monts in the face with its plushy side. EXCITEDLY: ]
--Ah! Would you look at that...? I'm a natural, Miss Monts...!!
[ She half-expected the pistol to have its harmless ammo ricochet out of its barrel and into his glasses. Not because she wanted that to happen, it just seemed like something that would happen to him.
But it doesn't. And it explains his overly confident attitude in regards to the shooting range because he got a LOT of points. That is not a coincidence and Monts is right about her initial suspicions that Father Abel is one weirdo of a priest.
The large side of the whale plush squishes against her face, but she's too busy looking at him with a neutral expression. ]
... Naturally good at something you've obviously done before.
Congrats on your win though. I'm sure you can annoy the whale plushie out of your home knowing how skilled you are.
[ 'one weirdo of a priest' is probably the gentlest description for this idiot; Monts is terribly kind, isn't she...? he, meanwhile, is still occupied beaming pleasantly into her (c-cute, squished) face as she :|'s at him ]
What? --Oh, don't be silly. This isn't for me, of course. [ prodding it... against her face.......... ] Here~! He looks like he'd be much happier going home with you.
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It's that smile of hers again. You know, the one that looks pleasant, but there's barely concealed rage that only has been directed at him so far (well, other people get it too, but they're not here so). ]
Father Abel.
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Hm? Yes, my dear? Please, whatever could be on your mind...?
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Let's pause and take a breather for a moment alright? I'll let you know what you can buy for us and how long we can stay here. Got it??
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O-oh... so you stopped being boring, Miss Monts...? I'm so glad to hear it~! Welcome to the party!! Well, then -- by all means, lead on!
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I'm fine with most carnival foods, but I don't find stuffing myself a pastime I want to adopt. I'm even willing to try most of them, save funnel cakes, so if you just calm down a little and we go about a leisurely pace...
...
...
[ She points behind him. ]
Then I won't leave you alone with him.
[ SURPRISE THERE'S A TALL CLOWN BEHIND ABEL ]
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[ ....tapering off-- wait, wait. what was that about 'leaving Abel alone with him?' he's angling his head around to over his shoulder-- ]
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N-- no, no no no. NO. I do NOT do clowns. No! Tell h-him, NO, thank you! We do not want any! If he makes a balloon animal, I WILL vomit, I swear on the Good Lord's name--
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Monts, being herself, takes it in stride and allows the giant lanky priest to hide behind her. ]
The Lord says to love thy neighbor. See, I didn't forget all of the Sunday school lessons.
[ In fact, he even offers Monts a single balloon and she takes it graciously. ]
You know, I'm starting to turn around on this. The carnival is fun!
[ ... Fun because there are clowns to clown on the priest in ways she can't. Lovely. ]
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U-- ugh, p... please, please, pleasepleasePLEASE make him go away...!! I'll be good, I'll-- I'll be GOOD, I swear~! Pleeee~ase Miss Monts... [ doubled over, he's tugging plaintively on her sleeve with a teary-eyed expression of desperation and pure woe....... he Cannot??? he Cannot, with the clowns.
HE CANNOT. ]
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Are we going to behave and not run around the carnival lest we make our clown friends mad? If you hadn't noticed, I think most of this place is staffed by them.
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Y- yes, yeeees, I hear you loud and clear... alright? You win, you win...
[ sniffling, he's rubbing his face on his sleeve and giving her a dejected look. wow?? so mean...? she better not abandon him to a Clown-beholden fate or he'll never forgive her... ]
W...will you hold my hand if he comes back...?
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[ At the end of the day... Monts doesn't have it in her to be totally heartless to him. Father Abel was strange like that. ]
... I'll buy you a funnel cake first. Then you buy me shaved ice.
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Ah, really...? W-well then~! What are we waiting for...? --Oh, um, you can lead the way, of course~!
[ he's learned his lesson. (probably.) ]
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They're nearing more towards the games and rides now and there's a particular stall that catches Monts eye. There is this beautiful whale at the shooting range game and she pauses to just. Look at it.
It's cute ok. ]
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...guess which one it is,
regardless, he's licking sugar and frosting from his fingers as he finishes the last bit of funnel cake and a deep fried chocolate chip cookie, looking entirely too pleased with himself as they near the game stalls. and he cannot help
but notice
a particular wayward glance toward a whale, to their right... Abel is eying her, and then the whale as if to ascertain whether or not this is what's caught her attention, before clearing his throat and leeeeeaning obnoxiously closer. ]
Hey, Miss Monts... are you a good shot? What would you say to a friendly competition...?
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[ Monts turns to Abel pursing her lips when he presents the question. ]
I'm not going to inflate credentials that aren't there, so no...
[ Hol' up a minute ]
Are you saying you're a good shot?
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[ he flashes her a wink and a grin, before he's - once more - taking her sleeve and all but dragging her toward the stall. ]
Oh, sorry; it's too late to say no...! You accept, right? C'mon, you surely won't turn down a nice friendly challenge... what do you have to lose? [ h-heh. HEH, ]
We're going for that, [ he gestures to the whale, ] so you better give it your all, got it? The winner gets the whale and bragging rights for the next millennia, so you'll be properly incentivized to give it your all. Okay, okay, get your pistol. Go on!
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Well, alright. We're here so might as well.
You do realize you're the one who will carry it no matter who wins right?
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[ but he doesn't give her any time to mull that one over, taking his pistol and making a good show of looking suitably clumsy with it :) haha, guns :) wow :) he has no experience with these, wow,
...she is about to get destroyed, ]
Al~right, are you ready~?
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[ Why is he like this! He's the only one aside maybe one or two other people in her life that keep throwing her off balance and off-kilter. Also? Date?? Priest? Dating??? A PRIEST????
Abuela would have words!! But he's not giving her any room to argue back, but she is glaring at him. ]
Fine, fine. I have a feeling I'm still gonna get mad at you.
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[ h-heh, heh. he deeply enjoys the fact that he can Do This to her. this is powerful. he feels powerful. he is POWERFUL.
--but he is giving a little noise as the water starts shooting out of the gun toward their targets!! go time...!!!! and he's eying her to see how she's doing; he decides he wants to give her the futile hope that she has a chance
before he crushes her spirits with decisive victory
because he is a kind, good friend. HOW'S IT GOING OVER THERE, MONTS... ]
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The fact that she gave it a good go seems to lighten her up or at least not as riled up as Abel made her. ]
Oh. I guess anything's possible if you try.
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thus!! it's quite astounding, his luck, you see. just beginners luck that also just so happened to net him precisely the number of points required to get her whale friend...
...which he is reaching his hand out at maximum length to retrieve from the Clown attendee (DO NOT APPROACH HIM), before thrusting it out awkwardly and nearly bopping Monts in the face with its plushy side. EXCITEDLY: ]
--Ah! Would you look at that...? I'm a natural, Miss Monts...!!
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But it doesn't. And it explains his overly confident attitude in regards to the shooting range because he got a LOT of points. That is not a coincidence and Monts is right about her initial suspicions that Father Abel is one weirdo of a priest.
The large side of the whale plush squishes against her face, but she's too busy looking at him with a neutral expression. ]
... Naturally good at something you've obviously done before.
Congrats on your win though. I'm sure you can annoy the whale plushie out of your home knowing how skilled you are.
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What? --Oh, don't be silly. This isn't for me, of course. [ prodding it... against her face.......... ] Here~! He looks like he'd be much happier going home with you.
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