Script Frenzy Day 18

[nathalia]

I don't know if I should be proud or embarrassed, but I reached the 13th level of Dragon Fable which is a lot higher than my cousins although I have been playing for a lot shorter than they have.
I've written about 1,000 words for Script Frenzy today and realized that I need to change something about my Misfits. They are agents for the secret service, yet there is not enough military feel to it and I think that I need to change that because even though I don't feel all too comfortable with it, I know that there are just so many ways to ridiculize it and most of my characters love to do just that (Face, Tom and Wes for example).
As I promised, a little paragraph of what I've been writing for Script Frenzy. Like last time, it deals with Kev and Wes because they are just so cute to write and this is actually the continuation I posted previously. Next time I will pick a scene without either Wes or Kev if I can, but I just opened this file and the interaction between Kev and Wes is soooo cute. I love the two of them. Next time, it might be Tom and Jane or some other pairing that is interesting or that I open accidentally.

WES
(cocky)
That’s ‘cause you don’t have enough experience in life.

Kev rolls his eyes.

KEV
Here we go again, a nice story about Wes Janson’s sexual experiences. Let me put my stuff away and you can tell it to me as if it were a bedtime story.

Kev strokes his brow and starts gathering his things.

KEV (cont’d)
A peculiar one, but still, nobody has read me bedtime stories since I was about six or seven.

WES
Why do you care about bedtime stories?

KEV
(sighs)
Because before I got this job, I was in a foster family for three years. My foster mother was a Politian, the guy was everything and they had three lovely kids I loved spending my time with. And there was not one night when there wasn’t someone there to tell them bedtime stories. If the parents weren’t at home, they enlisted me, both of the kids’ uncles dropped by on a regular basis to tell stories and … I don’t know, I think by then I realized how much I envied this family’s integrity. How they relied on each other and there was always someone there for the kids. When I was growing up, this wasn’t the case.

Wes has been listening to Kev’s monologue intensely and is somewhat astonished by it because it is the first time Kev bares his soul to him even if the subject is such a childish one.
The two are quiet for a while, Kev reluctantly starts picking up his things again, lets his laptop slip under the bed and gathers the papers and books and puts them next to his Converse, his notebook gets a special place on his nightstand.
Wes finally pulls his chair a tad closer to Kev’s bed.

WES
(tentatively)
Listen … I ain’t the tell everybody ‘bout your childhood guy, but maybe you care ‘bout fairy tales a bit too much.

KEV
Yeah, I know. You are more of the guy who likes to tell others about your sexual experiences.

Wes points his index finger at Kev.

WES
(enthusiastically)
You got it!