91st Devotion: Civil Disobedience

[favoritetraitor]

[video]
NON NON NON NON NON!!!!

[The sound of a sudden high pitched shriek fills the air, followed by the little pitter patting of tiny feet as a three year old Solomon races into the room.]

NO BROCCLY! NO!!!!!!!!!!!

[In a move of desperation, he races to the nearest fortress that can save him from the horrors, darting underneath the desk in his office to quickly hide from sight.]

BAD BROCCLY! DON'T WANT!!!!

Comments

[voice]

[familyshares.livejournal.com]

I don't think green vegetables are really that bad.

[video]

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

....

[His little head peers up from the edge of the desk to stare with wide eyes up to talk at the screen.]

Mais non....! Broccly is all.. c'est... lumpy!

[video]

[familyshares.livejournal.com]

True...but it's really good for you!

1/2

[sword-boy.livejournal.com]

Hmm?

[sword-boy.livejournal.com]

Oh! I remember you! I spoke to you right before I left the City for the first time!

[sword-boy.livejournal.com]

Oh! I remember you! I spoke to you right before I left the City the first time!

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

ah... huh?

Video;

[bufferprincess.livejournal.com]

Are you okay?

Video;

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

[The kicking of tiny feet can be heard from underneath the desk, and his little voice moves quickly from angry to a plaintive whine.]

Is LUMPY!!!! I don't want the lumpyyyyyyyy....

Video;

[bufferprincess.livejournal.com]

You don't have to eat the lump, just calm down, okay?

Action;

[liveontoday.livejournal.com]

[Oh god, where did you go this time. ;w;]

Solomon? ... It's not that bad, really! Just... ah...

[Her nieces are so much smaller than this and can't move so fast yet. Saya will now commence searching behind, under and around things, quickly moving into the hallway.]

Action;

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

[Solomon freezes, hearing a familiar voice calling to him. The bearer of the broccoli.... O.o

The box on the desk is immediately forgotten and he once again disappears under the desk, staying quiet as a mouse or so he thinks.]

Nonnonnonnonnon... no brocclys!

Action;

[liveontoday.livejournal.com]

[A mouse who murmurs very loudly, yep. It doesn't take long for Saya to figure out just where he is now. Somewhere in his office then.

She attempts to walk in as silently as she can. Her voice is quiet as she speaks in French, since that seems to be the language of the day for him.]

Non, no broccolys. I promise, alright? Let's find something else you would like instead.

[:| Some other vegetable, more than likely. Oh the terror of a woman who knows all she knows about children from parenting books.]

[voice]

[letxequalnull.livejournal.com]

I would not have thought a vegetable could be inherently bad.

[voice] <3333 Xemnas! <333

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

OUI! Is BAD! Lumpy... an'... an'... full of... bad! Don't want!

YOU eat th' broccly!

[Video]

[neverendingbeat.livejournal.com]

[The Master is trying very VERY hard to not fall over laughing. Even so, he's managing to keep a very level, calm, and kind voice. Not to mention he's helpfully speaking in French, just in case.]

What is it about broccoli that you don't like?

Re: [Video]

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

Ah!

[His face lights up, pleased to hear someone speaking in a familiar way. Here was someone he could understand... well, as much as any adult...]

Broccly is lumpy! An' tastes bad! Broccly is BAD... it's GREEEEEEEEEEN!

[His little face squinches up as it describes the horrid vegetable.]

[disregard-death.livejournal.com]

Well, ye can't have any of miss Penny's cookies if ye don't eat em.

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

........................ cookies pour moi? Cookies for Solomon???

[valentineluke.livejournal.com]

This again.

Hmm.

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

YOU eat th' broccly!

I want cookies....

1/2; /is late

[der-freischuetz.livejournal.com]

"Broccly"?

[private]

[der-freischuetz.livejournal.com]

...Mister Goldsmith?!

[comprimario.livejournal.com]

Oh, my.

action?

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

NATHAN! NATHAN!!! Aidez moi!!!

[A little blond head peeks out from under the desk.]