Arcanine (Gijinka), Kenneth Pound
twenty-one (♎ 10/9/1991), male
Tennant Creek, Australia or
Pewter City, Kanto
ill-tempered, impatient, protective, reclusive, wary, rash
when with someone known, will act on impulse when feeling threatened, often making to guard the other from attack
when with someone unknown, is quick to hide or lash out at
a hunter, used to travelling in search of food, uncomfortable with staying still for long
Poor Tyson. It’s okay, she’ll never eat as much as Kenny does anyway. You can be a part of the eat like a bird club. Bailey smiled and giggled quietly under her breath at the scene.
She turned to Kenny. “This isn’t too crazy. It reminds me of my family during the holidays. Except this is everyday by the looks.” She glanced around. “It’s very humble, I love it. We don’t have to leave too quickly unless you want to.” She looked at his plate then at hers. “Did you get your fill, big guy?” She bite the side of her bottom lip, trying not to laugh. At least she knew his kind of appetite so she could cook him meals accordingly. She hoped she’d get to meet everyone properly. She’s only gotten to speak to Elijah, Nina, and Bridget.
Kenneth manages a smile, albeit an embarrassed one. “M’used to eatin’ a lot’a meat in a little amount’a time.” And Nina cuts in.
”Y’lucky Elijah brought home extra, otherwise everyone else might just be goin’ hungry!”
Kenneth burns a darker red and leans back in his chair. Clearing his throat, he shrugs.
”Anyway, Nace, Tyson.” He snaps at them, gets their attention. “This’s Bailey.”
”His princess.” Bridget says suddenly. Ken’s face flushes again as a collection of giggles breaks out.
”S’nice to meet’cha, Missus Bailey!” Nace grins over at her, but Tyson smacks his shoulder. “Dope, it’s miss.” But he looks back to Bailey, and quiets himself, his hands dropping to his lap. Nace snickers. “Don’t be s’rude, Tyson! Say hello!” And he returns a much heftier smack on the back of Tyson’s shoulder, nearly sending him flying into the table. Tyson grunts, straightening himself up as he himself ends up blushing.
”Hullo, Miss Bailey..”
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[He lets out a small hiss and he looks bummed. Then he looks up with a brighter expression.]
Hey wait a minute, don’t play dumb with me — I know you can read my mind!
I don’t like to do it without permission if I can help it.
What exactly did I do? Talk to other men? You weren’t around to feed me cake..
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What’re your panties so twisted over?
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Women can be so cruel.
She bats her eyelashes
Do you want my attention?
*O no Tsaqua don’t meddle in his head. If you do you’ll most likely hear whispers and different voices lingering about. He tilted his head getting paranoid from her knowing that.*
Ah..an invasion of privacy my dear friend.
*He hissed slightly from her being so close. Puts his hand on her chest to push her away gently.*
Well, I should add that you have very poor sight. There are no eyes, anywhere.
*Yes there were, it was just, sealed*
awh he had voices in his head too they could be best frens no just kidding who knows how that’d play out
Leaning away, she shrugs.
Okay, I can’t see through clothes. But I didn’t mean to read your mind. Sometimes it just happens.
At least that part wasn’t a lie.
For example, I didn’t go ahead and look for your name.
*Raises his brows thinking she’s a stalker omg* I…see. Why I’d never- I am not some prostitute. There are other ways to not be lonely I suppose. Talking to a friend might comfort you.
Pardon? There are no eyes anywhere! *Crosses his arms like a child and pouts*
I’m not a stalker, and my boyfriend is my only friend.
She pulls herself up in his face and stretches out her eyelids.
And you should know— I can see through clothes.
That was a lie, but how would he know?
wh-what? *wheezes alittle bit* Don’t you think this relationship is going to fast
I-I just met you *puts hand over neck cause burning up*
….. Well… If you have a disability on not knowing how to feed yourself.. I wouldn’t mind..as much *gulps*
She puts a finger to her chin for a second, then shrugs
Being a psychic type, I have so much stuffed into my head at once that I tend to forget basic things. They can come back to me, but I’ll have times where, no, I don’t remember how to eat. Right now I can’t think of how to hold a fork. So won’t you do me a favor?
She leans in his face, opens her mouth.
One bite? I’ll leave you alone if you want me to. Just one bite.
diddly darnminute. Why would you ever want that you strange strange woman?
My boyfriend doesn’t like to please me. It may be because he hasn’t agreed to being my boyfriend, but still, it leaves me lonely.
You’re the one with an eye for a stomach, why am I strange?
I got some red velvet cheesecake..left over
I don’t mind sharing miss.. um
Will you feed it to me?
She points to her mouth.
Like a good butler. Pretty please?
Good flipping grief. She was afraid if she reached in prematurely, someone would stab her with a fork so she pretty much waited until all the good pieces had gone and grabbed from the scrap pile after. She probably only got a steak, that would fill her up enough. She took note however on how big Kenny and family ate proportion wise. Hopefully Nace would get some too. She ate pretty much like Nina did, ignoring the odd taste of rabbit to not seem rude but she was not used to red meat. At all. Her diet was so consistently fish and shellfish, red meat just tasted weird to her. But food was food. She’s always been taught waste not; want not. Kenny you’re going to get a wicked bad tummyache. There are so many dawgies in here. She finished her food but didn’t go for seconds. She waited for everyone to be done. Would it be creepy if she sort of analyzed the way they ate? She didn’t like stare at them or anything. It was just cute how different by similar they were.
Tyson forces himself to swallow, but he can’t go on. Leaving his third piece that he was so certain he’d get to, he drops his utensils with half his second and his total third, almost embarrassed. Nina notices, glares at him. Somehow, Tyson feels it, looks up at her, and really does feel embarrassed. Nace appears and slams himself in the last seat between Tyson and Bridget, and looks a little disappointed at the few pieces left. So Tyson slides his plate over quietly, much to Nace’s gratitude. He swallows the half eaten piece easy, and makes incredibly quick work of the whole one. The scraps he picks off the platter and eats happily. Nina sighs at them, “It isn’t much of a punishment to give him scraps when you eat like a new born cub, Tyson.”
His face turns deep red and he holds his head down. A mumbled ‘sorry’ as Nace laughs, “I’m a growin’ boy, don’t’cha know? After all the food papa and Kenny inhale, there ain’t much for me! I don’t wanna starve to death!”
”Then you should get here earlier!” Nina wags her fork at him, finishing her own pieces. Most of them finish, Bridget and the twins still picking at the few scraps on their plates. Kenneth awkwardly shuffles in his seat, leaning over to talk to Bailey. Nina pretends not to notice, though she’ll gladly eavesdrop.
”Sorry if this is.. too much.” He mumbles. “We just have to be here ‘til tomorrow.”
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