Gentleman

Thursday, May 23, 2013

I shouldn’t turn the radio on anymore. I can not escape this song.

Alagamun-lan, weh, wakun, heya, hanun, gon
Alagamun-lan, weh, makun, heya, hanun, gon
Alagamun-lan, ari, gari, hanon, kari, he
Alagamun-lan, we like, we we we like party, hey
Ichiba, varriya, is hara moru, mashi sondori, yama, varriya
Yougun, pegi, tur, equa, machen, varriya
Noga, onku, pega, haga, kunge, nande, varriya
Damn girl! You're so freakin sexy

“What in Gaia are you listen to,” Sephiroth ask me.

“PSY’s new song Gentleman,” I answer. “It’s on the freaking radio every time I turn the damn thing on.”

I-I-I-I I'm a, I-I-I-I I'm a
I-I-I-I I'm a, mother father gentleman

“So turn it off,” he tells me, reaching around to turn the radio off.”

“Don’t you dare,” I warn pointing the butcher knife in my hand at his face. “I like this song.”

I'm a, I I'm a
I'm a, mother father gentleman

“Why,” he asks.

“I don’t know why,” I say. “It’s catchy.”

I'm a, I I'm a
I'm a, mother father gentleman

“It’s annoying,” He replies. He shakes his head and leaves me be. He exits the kitchen, heading into the living room.

Alagamun-lan, weh, mikuneya, hana, gon
Alagamun-lan. weh, sikuneya, hana, gon
Alagamun-lan, pali, pali, wasa, nelly, neh
Alagamun-lan, nali, nali, nasa, pali, hee
Ichiba, varaniya, nori, moli, holy, daddy, chunga, ri
Varriya, good feeling, feeling good, brutake
Varriya, gachu, gunya, sorinage, sorinage
Varriya, damn girl! I'm a party mafia

I hear the doorbell ring as I continue to make breakfast. “Sephy,” I call. “Get the door.” I hear him get up and the door open, then slam shut. Sephiroth comes running though the kitchen and out the backdoor, followed by bunny Izzy and my sister the lizard girl.

“What’s that damn materia,” Isdela screams. I just stand there for a moment.

I-I-I-I I'm a, I-I-I-I I'm a
I-I-I-I I'm a, mother father gentleman

I'm a, I I'm a
I'm a, mother father gentleman

I'm a, I I'm a
I'm a, mother father gentleman

Coming back to my senses I put down the bowl of pancake battier to head upstairs. I promised myself I turn them back and I was going to honor that. I collected the gold materia from under the false floor in my closet in mine and Sephy’s room; one of the only hiding places he hasn’t found yet, and made me way to the backyard.

Gonna make you sweat
Gonna make you wet
You know who I am, wet psy
Gonna make you sweat
Gonna make you wet
You know who I am, wet psy

“Hey,” I called from the back door. Isdela and Aranel turn to glare at me. “Looking for this?”

“You had it,” Isdela asked.

I absorbed the materia and turned them back, good as new. Then I unequipped the damn thing and turned to get back to work on breakfast. Isdela and Aranel followed me back into the house.

“You lier,” my sister accused. “You said…”

“I know what I said,” I yelled. It was early! I’m not a morning person and she knows that. “This was as much payback for me as it was for Sephy. Maybe next time you can find a way to punish him without involving me.”

“Sorry,” they said in unison.

I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I I'am a mother father gentleman

I'm a, I I'm a
I'm a, mother father gentleman

I'm a, I I'm a
I'm a, mother father gentleman

“Stay for breakfast,” I ask the sulking girls.

“Only if your going to let me help cook,” Aranel said. “Your terrible.”

“Excuse you, but I’ve done perfectly fine the last ten years,” I argue.

“Only cuz I had to teach you,” Aranel responded.

“And you make Sephiroth cook most of the time,” Isdela added. “He is a surprisingly good cook.”

“What do you expect,” Sephy asked.

“Holy Freaking… Sephiroth,” I yell. He looks over at me, a mischievous grin on his face. “Stop doing that,” I demand. He just shakes his head and goes back to the living room.

“I hate my brother-in-law,” Aranel said.

“No you don’t,” I replied. She stared at me. “You said yourself. He’s an endless scores of entertainment.” She scoffs. We continue making breakfast in silence for a while, until it’s broking by Isdela’s scream and the heard of buffalo that is my children.

“Sorry Aunt Isdela,” Loz said. “Zelda’s just really happy to see you.”

“Oh my gods,” Isdela gasped. “When did you get a puppy?”

“The other day,” Yazoo answered. “Mommy said we could have one.”

“Her name is Zelda,” Kadaj said.

“I already said that,” Loz protested.

“Boys,” I cry, “Take her out back for a bit. Breakfast will be ready in five.”

“Okay,” they said and out they went, followed by Isdela.

“She’s never leaving know,” My sister said. “You know that right.”

I just laugh. I had too much on my mind right now to deal with rather or not I was going to have to give the guest room to Izzy… like whom the heck that little girl haunting my dreams?

A/N: Today’s entry is short… and very early. A few reasons for that, One: I want to work on a few poster ideas for a musical myself, Superevee, Aranel and Isdela are working on. And Two: Superevee is coming over later and we’re marathoning Doctor Who. So I have to do some house cleaning today. But I haven’t forgotten you =^_^= and neither has Sephy. Say hello Sephy.

Sephiroth: Please tell me Isdela isn’t really moving in with us.

Me: Really! Now? You can’t wait till I’m done with this before you start asking questions.

Sephiroth: She turned me into a cat.

Me: And you turned her into a rabbit. Drop it… Ha… ignore him. He’s not a morning person either. Anyhoo Happy Reading.