Thatch van Foyer

*highfives Mal*
Nice work!

Door: So...are you gonna hug, or anyting like that?

Thatch: *breaks out of his mood* What?? NO!

Aislin: I might get a disease or something!

And thus, we're back to square one.

And all is as it should be.
Haha. That was cute. Valuable insight.

Tremor: Valuable blackmail.

Thatch: I liked it better when you didn't talk.

Aislin: I concur.

And life goes on.
^^

Reread this today. Died laughing.

After recent developments, I interview'd my characters. Here's the responses I got:

"What do you think of Thatch and Aislin. Y'know. Together?"

Ariel: I think it's sweet, and good for the both of 'em. 'Sides, Thatch is a looker, and Aislin's pretty cute too, if I do say so myself -touches own face-. Hehe, I've tried to speed up the 'together' part. Mind games. Fun much.

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"Same question:"

Alex:...Thatch and...who?

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"Do you think the relationship will work out?"

Ariel: Most definately. They're both too hardheaded and persistent for it not to work.

Aislin: What? Relationship? I-I'm not in a relationship!

Ariel: I beg to differ.

Aislin: Shut up or you'll be begging for mercy.

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Alex:...Eh? *clueless* You mentioned Thatch? Is Door about...?-hiding surprise flowers behind his back*

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"Soo, Aislin...what do you think of Thatch?"

Aislin: I'm not at liberty to say.

Ariel: It's a free country. But then...you let your diary say it for you.

Aislin: That reminds me. I haven't pummeled you for that yet. *attacks*

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Alex: *sighs*

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Ariel: Hey look! There's Thatch!

Aislin: Hm? Where? *looks up*

Ariel: *gets up and runs* Got ya! But aww, so sweet! You should have seen the look on your face!

Aislin: I could just rearrange yours, and then I'd know. *glaring*

"Hey, hey...Aislin...one question...do you think Thatch is cute?"

Aislin: Uhm, well...that is...I...I don't know what you mean. *tosses hair*

XD
Gah...Alex.
Gah...Hair toss.
Maha!
Love it.

What does Thatch have to say about all this?

I dunno...I haven't seen him. He's wandering around the forum somewhere.

Aislin: And we are NOT going to find him.

Ariel: I thought I saw him somewhere between Music and What's the Word? a minute ago.

*nods*
I think he was headed towards--
....Uh, oh.

Aislin: Uh oh what?

Door's topic.
Not good.
She's there with Alex.

Oh, golly, Mal...

-departs-

I gotta see this.

Wha!?
Wait up!!!

xD

Too much adorable; so little time.

Thatch: Humph.

Oh, come on. Don't be like that. You knew it was bound to happen eventually.

Thatch: *inaudible muttering*

Thatch, Thatch, Thatch...

Door is in good hands, trust me.

If I were you, I'd be concerned more about your own little significant other. xD

Thatch: *sticks out tongue* Mneh.

Ah, c'mon, Thatch! What's the poor boy done to you?

Thatch: Poor boy? Poor? Have you seen the frills on this kid? He's got more upget than the Princess, I'll bet! I mean, look how he talks! Humble and sniveling and whatnot.

Wow....quite a rant.

Ariel: Haaa! Does he pay this much attention to you, Ais--oof!

-KO'd-

Aislin: *dusts off hands*
Thatch, loosen up. Just 'cause you're brash, stubborn, and overprotective, doesn't mean that Door shouldn't be happy. He obviously adores her. Lighten up, would you? And stop scowling like that. It'll stick and ruin your features.

Me: Why would that be a bad thing. Do you liiiiike his feat-ARGH!

-batt'd-

OH GAWD, MY KNEE CAPS!

Aislin: -ahem- Now, where was I? Oh yes. You just resent him because he's from the world you left behind. There's an exception to every rule, Thatch. Give him a chance.

Me: Awww...now hug and--GAAAAAAH MY EYES! THEY BUUUUUUUURN!

Aislin: Shut up and quit squirming. I'll hide a body if I have to.

Me: *dies laughing*
Thatch: *steps away from Aislin* ...I just don't like him. He seems to soft for my liking. Pliable. Door's strong. I don't want him to rub off on her.

Aisiln: -grins- No worries. If Door goes soft, I'll over-compensate for it.

Thatch: Oh, goody.