Application for Gwendal from Kyo Kara Maoh

[sir_knits_a_lot]

((OOC: later in the series...he's been to Earth once already

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[mysticpearls]

((EEEEEE!!! GWENDAL! Placeholder as I have to run, but I had to throw Pearl at him.))

A blue ball bounced into the room, shortly followed by a small girl in channeling robes.

Pearl caught up to the ball quickly before it could take out any more priceless artifacts and noticed the application. After a few minutes of carefully sounding out words - not like there were much to go over - she approached Gwendal hesitantly and bowed quickly in greeting. "Hello. Why would he have to marry the one he slapped? Wouldn't that hurt?"

[sir_knits_a_lot]

Gwendal frowned at the little girl. "It is the law among the aristocracy. If one person slaps the other on the left cheek, they've proposed marriage." He shrugs irritably. "I do not know if it hurts."

[mysticpearls]

"Oh." Pearl looked abashed at the frown. "I'm sorry, I don't know much about the air-ris-tock-rah-see." She did look worried at his last comment. "Your special someone hasn't proposed?"

((and vanishing again because ow, sinus headache and yay, doctor's office.))

[sir_knits_a_lot]

Feeling uncomfortably responsible for making this little girl sad, Gwendal tries to think of something to make her happy again. "Here, it's a bear." Granted, Günter had called it a pig. He blinked again. "I haven't found anyone special." He felt incredibly awkward to admit that to a child.

[rosecasson]

'You,' Rose informs him, 'Frown a lot. Your face will stick like that if you're not careful.'

[sir_knits_a_lot]

Gwendal's frown deepened. "I have many serious duties. The Maoh," he stops before he says something negative about his Maoh, "entrusts me with many of these."

[rosecasson]

Rose frowns, too. Then she speaks with her face still in the expression.

'It's not making me feel more serious. It's just giving me a headache.'

[sir_knits_a_lot]

"You are young." He won't admit that he has a headache more often than not. It's why he took up knitting. His thumbs rub against his index fingers, searching for the needles and yarn. "Young people do not need to be serious.

[lazyscoundrel]

"Well, aren't you talkative? Jeez." Reno twirls his electric baton in his hand. "Whatever, I'll take the pig toy." Maybe he could it give to someone in exchange for booze or something.

[sir_knits_a_lot]

That spot, right between his eyebrows, tightens dangerously. "It's a cat," he manages to force out in a civil tone from between his teeth.

[lazyscoundrel]

He eyes the darker haired man suspiciously and the toy even moreso. "There's no way that's a cat, yo." He looks at the man's expression. "I'll take the...cat. It's awfully..." awful? "Cute."

[sir_knits_a_lot]

Gwendal nods, not quite trusting his voice yet. "Very well," he manages. His fingers are itching. Where are his knitting needles? Where did he leave them. "Enjoy it."

[woocha]

That's a strange way to ask someone to marry you! Wishbone certainly never read about it in any of his books, and he's read a lot of books.

[sir_knits_a_lot]

Gwendal meets the floor in a rather undignified fashion. "You talk?"

[woocha]

Yes! I'm Wishbone!

[sir_knits_a_lot]

Gwendal blinks, not quite aware he is sitting on the floor. "And wishbone is a type of Earth animal?" The creature before him looked like a creature the Maoh had called a 'dog,' but those did not talk. Or maybe they did and he hadn't heard it and it was so common that the Maoh hadn't mentioned it.

[ibrokeaplanet]

Brenda read through the page and stopped dead at the Gryffindor answer, turning impressively pale. It made her freckles stand out even more brightly.

"Oh. My. God. Does that mean....that Paco and I...." She stopped and swallowed hard. "....are married?!?"

((OOC but as I'm logged into this account anyway))

[bantersucks]

((*dead from laughter. so, so, so dead.*))

[sir_knits_a_lot]

"Uhhh...only if you actually got married." Gunter looks around apprehensively. "Though, I have been told that customs are different here." He really didn't want to see the girl pass out and she was too pale.

[ibrokeaplanet]

"Let's just...never tell my buddy Paco about that little local custom, okay? I've had to teach him to mind his manners around the ladies with a well-timed slap once too often for him to get hold of that one." She shuddered. "Besides, around here the guys like to do the proposing. Preferably without slapping. Especially unrepentant chauvinists like Paco. Seriously though, doesn't that custom lead to, like, some wacky misunderstandings where you're from?"