this isn't deer, it's cow+

[triggerparadox.livejournal.com]

[ Dinner is delicious, did you know.

Braig isn't the fanciest of cooks, but there are some things a man can cook. Like steak. Which is why he asked Dilan to fix it up for him really, really well. It was a craving, alright.

It's not like it'll make little girls cry. b'| ]

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[hidesandseeks.livejournal.com]

[are you sure about that, Braig? are you really sure? what about that horrified gasp from the kitchen door?]

[triggerparadox.livejournal.com]

[ Hey, he didn't know Gaston totally scarred her for life -- although he turns around, gulp, then gives her a wave. Mouth wipe. ]

Hey, princess. What's up?

[hidesandseeks.livejournal.com]

[uh huh, those are her hands on her face.]

Are you eating steak?!

[triggerparadox.livejournal.com]

[ ........ What's going on what did -- ]

Yeah. Why?

[hidesandseeks.livejournal.com]

[......... bursts into tears.]

You killed a deeeeeer!

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[triggerparadox.livejournal.com]

I killed a what?

[ ASDFGHJK WHAT THE HELL and then -- ]

[dragonedge.livejournal.com]

Braig.

[ HEAD SMACK. ]

[triggerparadox.livejournal.com]

[ UTTER PAIN as he walked towards Kairi, going on a knee. ]

What's going on, Kairi?

[hidesandseeks.livejournal.com]

[she's bawling into her hands, good going.]

I don't wanna eat a deer ever again!

[triggerparadox.livejournal.com]

[ He opens his arms. ]

Why don't you tell Braig what the problem is? I can't fix it if you won't tell me, you know.

[hidesandseeks.livejournal.com]

But Mister Gaston said that steak's deer an' cows an' he had a big gun and he said he shot 'em and took their heads and made 'em steak and I don't want you to shoot deers too, Braig!

[sobs, heart-wrenching sobs.]

[triggerparadox.livejournal.com]

[ --Oof, those go right to the heart. He steals Dilan's handkerchief. And this Gaston fellow is going to get shot. ]

-- Would it be better if I told you they aren't deer? Because they aren't, really. It's beef.

[hidesandseeks.livejournal.com]

[hiccups, and turns big watery eyes up at him.]

Beef?

[triggerparadox.livejournal.com]

Yeap, beef. The kind of meat that your grandmother uses in her really, really good beef stew. Remember that?

[hidesandseeks.livejournal.com]

...yeah but-- But what is beef?

[sniff.]

[triggerparadox.livejournal.com]

[ He has a feeling he's going to get smacked again, and not just by Dilan. ]

... Before you do anything, please remember that beef is food. And cow.

[hidesandseeks.livejournal.com]

[gasps and covers her mouth with her hands. ready to bawl again in 3... 2... 1--]

[triggerparadox.livejournal.com]

K-Kairi, come on --

[ This is the first time he stuttered in his life. Congratulations, Kairi, you're giving Braig guilt! THIS HAS NEVER HAPPENED IN HIS LIFE EVER. He wipes the tears away. ]

[hidesandseeks.livejournal.com]

[okay, she'll be clinging right about now, probably muffing the sobs against his shoulder.]

[triggerparadox.livejournal.com]

[ C'mere, kiddo, he'll be giving you a tight hug for that. Pat and rubbing that back of hers to make her feel better -- the guy's never had a sibling before, so he's hoping he's doing a good job. ]

How about I skip the dinner, and let's have some dessert?

[hidesandseeks.livejournal.com]

[hugs make everything better, and she nods against him, mumbling something quietly.]

[triggerparadox.livejournal.com]

[ Alright, Braig's going to carry her in his arms AND TOTALLY LEAVING DILAN TO DO THE DISHES. He'll pay him back later or something -- for now, he'll be leaving the kitchen.

Why he was leaving the kitchen -- it was because he saw a room with ice cream in it. It's a surprise for the girl. Did she expect the regular kind? ]

[hidesandseeks.livejournal.com]

[poor Dilan. Kairi's not paying much attention, sniffing and turning to look at him.]

Did you shoot it?

[triggerparadox.livejournal.com]

-- 'Course I didn't. I'm not a fan of eating what I shoot my bullets at, and they're usually thieves and intruders.

It was already in the freezer, ready to cook. Scout's honor.

[hidesandseeks.livejournal.com]

[leans up to get a really good look at him.]

You promise, Braig?