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Barrell - 19 - local delinquent "A trick a day, oh why stop there? We'll do whatever! We won't care! And everyone will come to know, we run the show! Hey, life's unfair."

[rosescentedbreeze-blog]

To A Silver Bow || Open

[rosescentedbreeze-blog]

Arista turned to the man beside her and laughed a bit, biting her lip to keep it silent. “That would be Shakespeare. Not a curse. Though I wouldn’t be surprised if he was a magick, honestly.”

[ohbarrell-blog]

Barrell was confused a good majority of the time and now was no exception. “Shakespeare? Isn’t he that old writer guy, right?” In reality, Barrell had no clue if he was right. “So wait, the old writing guy was magick?”

[yubabaono-blog]

Interruptions || Open

[yubabaono-blog]

Yubaba’s blood boiled at the sight of this little boy who had waltzed into her office without thought. Hot air flew from her nostrils as she flared them in anger. “What the bloody hell do you think you are doing coming in here like this, boy?” She snapped her fingers, a servant running into the room nearly instantly. Her words of anger were now thrown at the cowering man. “How did this kid get here? Who is on duty at the stairs?” The gaurd stammered a reply before Yubaba shoed him out of the room. She took a pearl on one of her many necklaces in between her fingers and squeezed it, hard. A screaming was heard down the hall before the pearl broke into dust and the screaming abruptly stopped. “I suggest you leave. Now.” She said back to the boy standing in her doorway, fire in her eyes.

[ohbarrell-blog]

Although he didn’t expect the person on the other side of the door to be happy, he didn’t expect them to have the reaction that was occurring before him. Sure, he knew he was trespassing but that didn’t mean that he deserved this kind of treatment, he wasn’t going to do anything wrong, yet. “It was the wrong door, I was just walking down the hall.” He replied, hands raising in defense as he tried to figure out why this was such an issue. It wasn’t like he’d come barging in there, ready to cause trouble. He’d simply stumbled in there and might be plotting to cause some trouble in the future. “You walk into the wrong door once and suddenly everyone wants to kill you.” He muttered softly, watching the servant run into the room. It seemed almost like the entire situation turned in an instant, there was screaming and the woman was gripping the pearl between her fingers. All at once, Barrell felt slight panic, especially when the pearl turned to dust. This had to be magick and although he’d had encountered magick before, he’d never encountered it like this. “Woah, I’m sorry lady.” He answered quickly, glancing around for the nearest exit if the situation escalated much more.

[xanastasia-t]

Figuring it Out // Barastasia

[xanastasia-t]

Taking a sip of her drink, Anastasia smiled as he agreed to the nickname. Anastasia never made nicknames up for anyone, she never got friendly enough with anybody to be able to. This felt sort of new to her. Yes the alcohol was making it easier for her, but she also spent some of the day sober with Barrell and she was being nice as well. Anastasia had her nice days but there weren’t many unless she really knew the person, or if she was forced to be nice by her mother. 

Hanging out with someone without caring about anything felt good to Anastasia. Suddenly all of her worries were forgotten about. Ana honestly didn’t have much to sit and stress about she just cared about unnecessary things. She was always concerned about looking the best, being the best and having the best. Nobody could be better- but right now none of that mattered. She waa actually having real fun. 

“I think B is a cute nickname if we’re being honest here,” She said as she brought her drink up to her lips. 

[ohbarrell-blog]

If there was one thing that Barrell was no stranger to, it was nicknames. His entire life, he’d strived for his own, planning out elaborate pranks before finally settling on the one that he had pulled. In the Adamson family, Barrell viewed nicknames as a symbol of pride and acceptance. He remembers how hard he’d worked to earn his own so nicknames always held some sort of importance to him, no matter how random they may be. It seemed that now, the more that he drank, the more accepting of the new nickname he became. In fact, he was stating to find it funny as his mind grew clouded and fuzzy. 

Much to Barrell’s surprise, he was actually enjoying himself as they sat together, drinking. He had expected to be moping the entire time, focused on the failure of not catching the culprit but instead, he actually was starting to feel a little carefree, especially as he drank more and more.

“Cute, yeah?” He asked, with a smirk on his face before nodding his head. “I like it though.” He agreed.

[ber-bonfamille-lyons]

Bowie vs. Lanterns || OPEN

[ber-bonfamille-lyons]

Bowie climbed right into Barrell’s lap. He had no sense of self-preservation to be honest, just believed everyone was his new best mate. Which was fine as long as Ber was nearby and he could make sure no one was actually going to hurt his little lad. Or Simba, that is, though Simba probably would be too trusting and just let anyone hold Bowie.

This guy seemed fine though. Ber was ready to snatch him away, if need be. 

“Erm, kind of, yeah,” Berlioz answered his question. “Kinda hard to pick a favourite singer or band, y’know, but– he’s in my top… er, ten? Probably.” 

[ohbarrell-blog]

When Bowie climbed into Barrell’s lap, he could’ve sworn that he felt his entire heart melt. Never before did he think that he had such a soft spot for animals but the more that he interacted with pets, the more that he found they were quickly finding a large spot in his heart. Welcoming him with open arms, Barrell simply ran both his hands down the dogs fur, his lantern long forgotten and the puppy being his main focus of attention.

Glancing back up when Berlioz spoke, he nodded his head in understanding. “Yeah, I know what you mean. He’s a pretty good artist, not bad timing for the name especially with everything that’s happened.” He answered, shrugging his shoulders.

“Maybe this little guy could be like him reincarnated but like into a dog instead.” It was probably one of the stupidest things that he’s ever said but to Barrell, it made perfect sense, especially with everything that had happened lately.

[xanastasia-t]

Figuring it Out // Barastasia

[xanastasia-t]

Anastasia held her drink in her hand, turning to face Barrell as she crossed her legs. She took a sip of her drink, feeling happy on the inside. Anastasia wasn’t an alcoholic or anything but she felt better when she had a drink. Sometimes life got too much for her and this took off the edge. She didn’t have anyone to comfort her and tell her everything would be okay so knowing after a few drinks she wouldn’t think much of her issues comforted her. Nobody occupied her from thinking and this did the trick. 

She took a few more quick sips before finishing her first drink. She ordered a new drink and began sipping on that but a bit slower this time. Anastasia was known as being a lightweight and she didn’t want to make herself look like too much of a fool around him. Anastasia forced herself to never have feelings but she knew she was trying to impress him a little bit. 

She felt the drinks getting to her a little bit when she finished her second drink. “Can I call you B?” She laughed as she said random things. 

[ohbarrell-blog]

Drinking wasn’t something that Barrell was unfamiliar with. By no means did he do it everyday but once a week he couldn’t help but let himself escape for a little while, although, he preferred getting high to anything else. Despite this, he gratefully took the drink as the bartender slid it over and thanked him instantly, taking a large swig and allowing the burning feeling to slide down his throat. Going home in his state of shame would be a lot easier if he was drunk and for this reason, he steadily sipped on the drink and waited for the feeling to kick in.

Usually it took quite a bit to get Barrell drunk but at the same time, he wasn’t about to let Anastasia out drink him. He may be a pretty passive person but he was fairly stubborn at the same time and once he got his mind set to something, it was hard to get him to do anything else. Finishing his own and ordering another, he hoped that the buzz would be soon kicking in.

Chuckling slightly, he raised his eyebrow at her words. “B?” He asked, confusion washing over him but amusement filling his features. “Yeah, if that’s what you want to call me.”

[tink-bell]

Bit of an Annoyance || TinkandYou || Paper Lanterns

It wasn’t that often Tink felt completely overwhelmed. Normally she had a good handle on her life. She knew what she wanted, where she was going, how she was going to get there. But within the last few days (weeks if she was honest) she’d lost all sort of direction her life once held. It was why she had even decided to go tothe paper lantern thing. Though, after she’d finished her lantern she’d done something she hadn’t done in what felt like ages.

Smaller than the average person’s index finger, she flitted around the area. It was her way of being carefree in a moment where she thought she was going to fall apart at the seams. Her pixie form allowed her freedom and the was what she wanted most. That and to cause just a bit of mischief. Finding a familiar face, she grinned to herself before flitting about in front of them, tinkling the entire time.

[ohbarrell-blog]

As he’d stated multiple times before, the idea of a paper lantern simply wasn’t for him. Especially lately, luck was not on his side and rarely was he able to say that wishes came true. However, he still ended up participating despite this, even going as far as to decorate his lantern. In the back of his mind, he hoped that his wish would be coming true but in reality, he knew it was unlikely. As he always said, luck and the Adamsons did not go together.

With this in mind, he found himself walking through the streets with his lantern, trying to be as subtle as possible as he tried to get it home in one piece. This plan wasn’t exactly going as he had wished, he’d already dropped the lantern about four times and snagged it on the edges of just about everything but what really took the cake was when he almost fell over himself due to something glittering around his face. Squinting, he simply assumed it was a fly and allowed his hand to move in front of his place to scare it off.

[bdrpgossip]

barrell is literally so dumb i think he should be committed somewhere

While I’m not disagreeing with you dear anon, I would think jail is a more likely first stop for Barrell. There is only so much destruction you can cause before someone catches on.

[ohbarrell-blog]

“’M not dumb, thank you very much, ‘s why I haven’t been caught yet.”

[xanastasia-t]

Figuring it Out // Barastasia

[xanastasia-t]

Anastasia shook her head as he suggested beer, she didn’t like that very much. It wouldn’t get them messed up enough and if she was coming clean soon they both had to be drunk. Usually people were always laughing when they were drunk around Anastasia. It was actually one of the few times when people weren’t arguing with Anastasia when they were around her. If she wasn’t nice from the start to someone then the whole time would be spent making nasty comments. 

“I know what I want,” She said to Barrell before turning her attention to the bar tender. In an instant Anastasia made herself into a complete flirt, she had to in order for the bartender to not ID her. She tilted her head to the side, “One blue Long Island.” She said, as she smoothed her hair. Anastasia was into the cute drinks, just like most girls were, but they were still strong enough.

She smiled to herself as the bartender began to make her drink. Anastasia had her way with guys but that’s not what she wanted. Deep down she wanted true love, but she knew it probably wouldn’t come any time soon. All she had to deal with right now was a few hookups and feeling empty. But maybe things could always change for her.

She looked over at Barrell, “You should order something a little more stronger than beer.” 

[ohbarrell-blog]

Usually, he preferred to start with beer on nights like these, after all, he’d have to go home and admit that he had failed miserably at protecting the home so he figured he might as well drag the night out for as long as possible. Despite this, Barrell was always easily swayed by those around them so it didn’t take much for him to glance up at the board above him in order to try and find an alternative.

Nodding his head, he tore his attention away from the board for a split second to watch the situation go down. If he had to, he’d step in, try and convince the guy in some other way but it was clear that Anastasia’s techniques had worked and instantly, Barrell was impressed. 

He himself had never been very good at flirting, especially not when it wasn’t something that developed naturally or with the help of alcohol. Maybe it was due to his lack of relationship experience or even a first kiss but he had hookups a good majority of the time, usually aided by one too many drinks and a hazy sense of judgement, that was the only time when he seemed to be able to flirt. 

“Ey, can I get a gin and tonic please?” He asked the bartender once she suggested something stronger than beer. Not for a second did he question why she would suggest something stronger.

[kiki-takesthesky-blog]

Kiki’s Delivery Service || OPEN

[kiki-takesthesky-blog]

Jiji actually rolled over onto his back and stretched out his limbs, pawing at the air as he made a half-gripe, half-yawn-like sound, which Kiki didn’t know the meaning of. She figured it meant her familiar was upset– but not too upset? Soon enough, he rolled back over onto his belly and licked his lips before eying up the Mundus yet again.

“You ask so many questions,” he said to him, one of his ears swiveling back in Kiki’s direction and flicking. “And he’s not even signing up for anything!” 

“Jiji, he doesn’t need to,” said Kiki, but Jiji had already hopped onto his four paws and pranced to the clipboard with the sheet of paper and its two humble signatures. 

“Jiji–” 

“Ah!” Jiji said and his tail stuck straight up. He put his paw on the paper. “You sign up for a delivery, we give you your answers. You can ask questions about magic for hours and hours, that’s fine– but signature first.” 

[ohbarrell-blog]

Watching the cat, Barrell was completely confused by his actions. He may have his own cat but he sure as hell didn’t know how to read their actions yet, especially when the cat could verbally express what they were feeling. Glancing over at the animal, he tried his best to understand exactly what it was doing but even in the best of times, he couldn’t put two and two together.

At a loss for words and offended by the blunt words of the cat, he simply drew his eyebrows together. So what if he was curious? It came from a genuine place, or at least, that’s what he thought to himself.

“I don’t even know what I’d ship or who I’d ship it to!” He exclaimed in his defense, raising a hand up to the back of his neck as he glared slightly at the ball of fur.

Usually, Barrell had a soft spot for animals but not so much this one. 

However, he was curious and he did want answers. Maybe signing a piece of paper wouldn’t be so bad anyway. Without asking anymore questions, he shot the cat another glare and reached out for a pen.

“Fine, but I catch anymore nasty looks, I’m scribbling it out.” He countered, huffing and crossing his arms over his chest once he was done.

[ber-bonfamille-lyons]

Bowie vs. Lanterns || OPEN

[ber-bonfamille-lyons]

Berlioz could just hear his boyfriend’s voice and see his proud smile, the way he’d stick out his chest as he exclaimed Prince David Bowie Bonfamille-Lyons! 

Good thing Simba wasn’t here right now.

Ber did keep smiling though as he stuck his hands into his jean pockets. At times like these, he really loved this pup just cuz he was such a good buffer for conversation. Ber didn’t get nervous at all. Everyone loved dogs, yeah? 

 “Uh, Bowie. Like after the singer,” he answered. “He’s only, like, ten weeks now or something.” 

[ohbarrell-blog]

His entire life, Barrell had wanted a puppy of his own. At this point in time, it wasn’t practical. After all, the small kitten that he had adopted harbored all of his love and responsibility but it was still a dream of his to one day own a fluffy friend like the adorable puppy before him. Maybe this was why he couldn’t help but pay complete and utter attention to the animal. 

Running his hands gently down the puppy's body, he almost feared that he would break it. The small thing just looked so precious that he wouldn’t want to harm it in any way. “’S that your favourite singer?” He asked curiously, focused on the dog but still not able to stop his curious nature. 

“Ten weeks? No way, he’s still a baby and shit!” Barrell exclaimed, smiling down at the dog as he fully got down on its level, crossing his legs and everything. “Ey, little guy?” He asked, not expecting an answer, he’d encountered talking animals but he assumed this wasn’t one.

[bdrp-scrapbook-blog]

Barrell Adamson spending a lazy day with Mouse. (Taken by Lock Adamson, July 2016)

[kiki-takesthesky-blog]

Kiki’s Delivery Service || OPEN

[kiki-takesthesky-blog]

Jiji’s eyes met the boy’s when they went to him and he squinted, the yellow in his eyes more pronounced as his pupils contracted. It was an expression that seemed to say I’m watching you, bud, which, in the familiar’s opinion, was the only way to respond to a shifty-looking youth asking for a ride on Kiki’s broomstick. 

Sounds fishy, doesn’t it? 

Kiki just went on ignoring Jiji though. She didn’t want to mess this up because she wanted friends. So far she had the cute little Patty and she had her secret partner-in-science, Hiro. But this boy seemed really nice to her– with a fair appreciation for candy. She could relate to that. She saw no reason not to be nice, even if he had begun rather inappropriately (not his fault though!) 

“Hi Barrell, I’m Kiki, which– well, my familiar said it like ten times so,” she said with a tiny roll of her eyes at Jiji. His ears flattened on his head. “And yeah, that– that’s kind of right. It’s sort of more like the spells on the broom are the things that would still last, see? It’s not really the broom as much as the enchantments on the group, and usually– well, most magic spells– they don’t last when a witch dies. But these particular enchantments are tied to our family bloodline. I guess if I don’t have a daughter, then the spells would break and the broom would probably disintegrate to be honest…” 

“Kiki, don’t speak of such things!” Jiji meowed. He shivered. “That’s a terrible thing to say.” 

[ohbarrell-blog]

As attentive as he was not, he couldn’t help but feel like there were eyes on him while he spoke to Kiki. It didn’t take long for him to finally make eye contact with the source and once he did, he found himself becoming increasingly confused. “Does your cat-thing, whatever you call it, stare at everyone like that or is it just me that he glares at?”  He asked, unsure of whether this was a personal attack or just the general personality of the animal. Either way, he couldn’t help but be slightly offended.

Sure, he hadn’t been around animals for very long in his lifetime but with his new adoption of his own cat, he wondered if his own kitten would make the same faces at strangers. He hadn’t meant to overstep and he wasn’t about to apologize to the talking animal that had told him off, he was a little too proud for that.

“What’s a familiar? Like I know that it’s your cat but...what are they?” He asked, genuinely curious to know the answer to his question. Although he was having trouble keeping up with the whole description of magick, he was trying his hardest to listen. These kinds of things did interest him, even if they were complex and confusing. “Enchantments? Are those like a fancy word for spells?” He knew he was likely asking too many questions but he simply couldn’t help it. “Only a daughter? Couldn’t you have a son and still have it passed on?”

[ber-bonfamille-lyons]

Bowie vs. Lanterns || OPEN

[ber-bonfamille-lyons]

Bowie immediately forgot about the lantern and began to lick at the stranger’s hand instead, quite happily. 

Berlioz arrived on the scene and he stopped a foot away, shifting his feet in the grass a little. He didn’t bend to pick Bowie up– the puppy seemed to be quite happy as he was– but Ber did carefully eye this other bloke who he never saw before. He looked about his age– and like an alright lad. 

“Er, sorry, he’s– he’s curious,” Ber said. His mouth twitched. “Guess he likes you though, huh?” 

[ohbarrell-blog]

Although Barrell believed that the Adamson family had the worst luck, he didn’t believe that this was the case as he bent down and allowed the puppy to lick his hand. This was practically a dream come true for Barrell, there was a puppy running up to him, after all. “Hey, puppy.” He replied softly, petting the dog with one hand and allowing him to lick the other.  

Whenever animals came around, it felt as though all of Barrell’s attempts to look tough and unapproachable went right out of the window. He simply couldn’t help it when there was a fluffy puppy that was eager to lick his hand. 

“Don’t be sorry, he’s my new best friend. What’s his name?” He asked curiously, a large smile plastered across his face as he glanced up at the owner of the dog. 

[ohbarrell-blog]

out of hiding - barrell and you

[sillypeanutdetective-blog]

The boy started to tell some story about a dog. Seph stared at him, a frown tiny on her lips–just a pull on the corner of her mouth–and she wanted to tell him to stop. Just stop, stop talking, don’t. She didn’t ask him to share tidbits and anecdotes. She didn’t want to get to know him, because if she got to know him–

She could already feel it happening. Seph struggled to keep those walls of her up, her deep dark mood her only protection these days from the pain lurking just on the other side of it. She’d once been a friendly girl–relatively, though absolutely shy and distrustful– and once she’d found Barrell’s curiosity pleasing, even flattering. But every new person she met while her brother was still kidnapped by that terrible witch…. it felt like life wanted to spin along without Hades. And Seph couldn’t let it. She couldn’t make new friends. She couldn’t move on. 

She had to stay perfectly still, because without Hades, why should she move at all? 

But Barrell was making her feel things. She wanted to smile at him, even reach out and squeeze his arm a little, comfort him, tell him Well, I bet there is a way to see him again…to say goodbye. But such hope was false anyway. 

So she frowned at him, and struggled, and tried not to feel anything. 

Then Seph blinked rapidly at him a few times and gave a short nod. “Erm, yeah, you can– you’re coming with me.” 

How exciting, said Prudence from the side. 

Seph just grabbed at the boy’s wrist again and started dragging him up to the door. It helped to put herself into action, to focus on her mission, not on this odd meeting with this odd boy, who had such a big heart, Seph thought, to think such thoughts about animals, about a dog. 

She dropped his hand and knocked on the door. “I swear if this is not the door…” Seph mumbled. 

It is! I checked. 

The door opened just a few seconds later. A little girl stood there– no more than seven, Seph would guess. She had blonde hair, plaited back, and looked up at them with wide eyes as she bit at her lip. Seph wondered where this little girl’s parents were and why they let this little one open the door. Seph could be a serial killer, you never know–

Frankly, she’d been possessed by murderers before. She still remembered what that was like (the twitching in her hands as she howled and kicked, the spirit inside her so bloodthirsty). 

Oh well. 

“Hi,” said Seph. “My name is Persephone and this is– Barrell,” she introduced them, looking at Barrell. “Your grandmother sent me to you to get her wedding ring.” 

The little girl just stared at them. 

Oh dear, she’s a little shy. 

Seph took a deep breath, closed her eyes briefly before she opened them again and smiled more gently. “Your name is Prudence, right? Little Prudence? After your grandmother?” 

The little girl nodded fast. 

Seph lowered herself to Prudence’s level. “And she used to read you stories, didn’t she? About fairies and elves and little trolls?” 

Another nod. 

“Well– this is sort of a story like that,” Seph continued. “It’s magic, you know? Your grandmother is right beside me, right now, and– she says she likes your braid.” 

“She does?” murmured the little girl. Seph nodded this time. Slowly, the girl began to smile. 

“You see, your grandmother missed your grandpa a lot, which is why she– had to leave.” Seph bit at her lip. She hated sugar-coating death, because for her, it wasn’t something to sugar coat. It was every day, and it was her entire life. “But she can’t find him if she doesn’t have her wedding ring. And it fell, you see, it got lost in the couch in your living room. Right under the cushions–right?” Seph tilted her head. “Right, right– she says that’s where she thinks it is. Can you help us? Can you help your Grandma Prudence?” 

Prudence gave another nod as she twisted her feet in and chewed at her nail. 

“Do you want to go look?” said Seph. “We can stay here so your mum won’t get upset with you. This can just be our little secret, okay?” 

The girl’s mouth spread into a big smile then, showing off a missing tooth. She scampered away without another word, leaving the door open and Barrell and Seph standing there. 

Seph straightened up and sighed. She was just so tired. Her arms came up around herself again, as her head tilted down and she looked at the tile of the floor. She didn’t know what to say to Barrell, or the ghost. She didn’t want to say anything at all. 

“I’m sorry about that dog of yours,” she finally did murmur, feeling her sorrow bubble up. 

[ohbarrell-blog]

Oversharing and talking too much was something that Barrell had perfected over the years. As hard as he tried to hide certain bits of his personality, such as his soft spot for animals, he simply couldn’t.

His entire life, Barrell tried to be tough, tried to act as though he didn’t need anyone but his siblings and like none of what had happened in his past had changed him as a person but the reality of it was that it had. 

After what Barrell had been through, it was hard to not put on a front that showed that he was emotionless and uncaring. However, it wasn’t hard to see through the front that he put up. For the most part, he thought that he did a good job of hiding his true personality but everyone who came into contact with him knew that he did not. 

People often wondered why Barrell stayed so positive and open to people and the truth was, his siblings were the only reason. If he hadn’t felt the love that they had for him since he was a child, he would assume that everyone was terrible and had no love in their hearts. 

When you first looked at the siblings, however, you wouldn’t think that they were a happy and loving family because of how they treated each other but deep down, Barrell knew different.

Thoughts of his family were pushed to the side the minute that the girl said that he was coming. Most of the time, when it came to important plans, he was left behind because he always messed it up somehow, and if he wasn’t left behind, he was given small jobs to preform in order to keep his chances of messing up to a minimum. This time, he was determined not to ruin the ghosts chances at an afterlife. Happily, he allowed himself to be pulled along, smiling the entire way.

“If it’s not the door, then what’re you going to do?” He asked curiously, genuinely worried that it may not be the door. Prudence, or whatever the ghosts name was Barrell couldn’t remember, had clearly gotten it wrong once before.

However, as the young girl opened the door, it appeared that it might just be the right house. A feeling of relief flooded through him as he observed the conversation that was happening.

He wasn’t the best with children so when the girl opened the door and he was introduced, he simply glanced around, giving an awkward smile and shifting on his feet. Barrell had always been the youngest, had never had to deal with many children that waren’t his own age and even then, his parents weren’t exactly a prime example for showing their kids how to treat children.

Due to this, he was a bit unsure how to approach the situation. 

Instead of bending down to the girls level, he stood where he was, watching the conversation unfold and he became slightly confused. Was he supposed to bend down? He wondered to himself, scratching awkwardly at his arm. He didn’t want to make the small child uncomfortable and mess everything up, not after Persephone had let him tag along.

Luckily, as she scampered off to find the ring, it appeared that he hadn’t upset her by his lack of words or refusal to get down to her level and a breath of relief was pushed out of Barrell’s lungs. 

Once the girl had left, he turned to Persephone. “So Prudence is going to go to the other side or whatever once she gets her ring?” He asked, eyebrows raising as he thought about what exactly going to the other side meant. It all seemed a little confusing to Barrell, even after the girl had tried to explain it to him but he expected that he would be confused.

“You don’t have to be sorry, it wasn’t your fault.” He replied, shrugging slightly. It hurt that he couldn’t take care of the dog himself and to this day he wished that he could but even Barrell had to be realistic sometimes. 

“It wasn’t really my dog anyway. He was a stray and then he went to some animal shelter, then a happy family that had everything together took him and probably renamed him something stupid like Baby or Buddy or Max.” In reality, all he knew was that the dog was adopted, the details were never revealed to Barrell. 

“I’m not even sure if he died or not, he might still be living, I don’t know. Once he was adopted, the shelter wouldn’t let me see him anymore but it’s whatever.” It wasn’t whatever, it was heartbreaking but he wasn’t about to admit that much too a stranger. 

[ber-bonfamille-lyons]

Bowie vs. Lanterns || OPEN

“Oi, Bowie, no!” 

Berlioz scampered over his puppy as the golden retriever ran right up to the stranger, yapping and snapping at the paper lantern they had in their lap. 

[ohbarrell-blog]

It wasn’t exactly a good idea for Barrell to be making a paper lantern in the first place. For one, he wasn’t delicate enough to keep the paper pristine and second of all, he knew that in the Adamson family, wishes don’t come true.

This is why, the minute that the dog began snapping at the lantern, he simply allowed it to, a look of awe crossing over his features. Usually he would hide this look of utter adoration but with the puppy before him, he didn’t care. “Wow, hey little guy.” He replied, bending down to the puppies level, unsure if he was allowed to pet it or not.

[ohbarrell-blog]

out of hiding - barrell and you

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Dory hadn’t ever been called a genius before, so it took her a little off guard. She was amazed at how much Barrel’s attitude had changed since he first yelled at her. She almost didn’t recognize the man standing in front of her, and for once it wasn’t because she forgot who he was. He was so much happier and sounded so enthusiastic about the idea of this candy shop, she wanted to help him in any way she could. 

“I think you could really do this. These are some great ideas, and I think that people would really like them. And I would help with anything you needed, I don’t have a ton of experience, but I can learn anything pretty quickly. You might need to teach it to me again a few times, but I’ll get it eventually.”

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It all seemed like such a perfect idea, one that could eventually be turned into an amazing reality but he was so caught up in the moment that he didn’t have time to actually think about how it might work out. Barrell was never very good with technical things, he’d sold stolen goods in his lifetime and that was about as far as it went when it came to his business experiences but all of these ideas seemed so amazing that he didn’t have time to think of the logistics. 

“That’s okay! People have to teach me the same thing all the time and it’s not because of my memory, it’s just because I’m really shit at listening and things don’t really make sense to me..Ever.” He admitted, smiling brightly despite the words. It was nice to know that he was not alone when it came to being taught things a few times over. “One day I’ll do it and you could be my partner." He replied hopefully before shrugging his shoulders. “It’d probably cost some money though so it’ll take some time. Maybe, if I’m lucky, one day I’ll get there.”

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I'm An Ugly, Stinky, Llama | Open

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Finally someone got it. He hated that he had to explain hiself and be convincing. But here he was, trying to get this guy to believe it. It wasn’t as hard as it could have been, but it was still a hassle when he was desperate to find anyone who might help him. There was still hope. There had to still be hope for him to fix this and to get away from this hideous llama body and back into his own. “Yeah, imagine that. I am telling the truth.” He was a little sarcastic, but he couldn’t really control his mouth sometimes. As evidenced by what had happened earlier that morning really.

“Yeah, well again, I am a person. I promise. My name is Kuzco. I’m not just some random talking llama, alright? It’s Kuzco.” As if saying his name a billion times would make everything go better. That would be naive. And horribly stupid. But he wanted at least to be acknowledged as a person. This whole situation terrified him, but he had to do something about it, or he’d just end up feeling even worse. And Kuzco hated his pity parties. They led to too much alcohol, and eventually another stint in rehab.

Kuzco sighed. “I call her a demon lady because she scared the shit out of me with her magic. It was just coming out of her. Truly terrifying. But yeah, that’s the story. She couldn’t stand that I had bought the land to continue to build my magnificent land, and when I refused to back down, she turned the construction workers into bugs, and me into a fucking llama. But those guys didn’t deserve that shit either! I’m so fucking pissed!” Maybe he needed to go back to plead those workers case a little bit. Because it was bullshit that they be punished for what he said.

He looked incredibly relieved at that. Now he was sure that he was believed, things would go much more smoothly. He could hopefully get this guy to help him, and everything would be fantastic. He had a good feeling about it anyway. He had to have a good feeling. Everything else would be against the idea of helping him out like he needed help. “Well seeing as I’m a person and not a llama, I think I can find a way to handle it.”

He was not about to eat llama food. That would be disgusting. No he would find a way to enjoy the same things as a llama. The real question was how he was going to hold onto things, honestly. That was it. “The lolli sounds amazing, if you don’t mind. I just can’t unwrap it. Not really sure how to do that.” He didn’t have hands. What the fuck was he going to do honestly? He was so screwed.

[ohbarrell-blog]

Barrell was usually an extremely gullible person and if he had grown up with things that were magical, he might’ve believed Kuzco a little sooner. However, he didn’t grow up with magick and he was a little bit slow when it came to putting together the pieces of a puzzle, especially when it was so out of the ordinary. Even the simplest things seemed to confuse Barrell so when you put a cursed, talking llama in front of him, he was having trouble putting together the details of the situation. This didn’t mean that he didn’t find himself slightly offended by the others sarcastic tone, he had been trying to help. “Hey now, buddy, which one of us needs who right now?” He wasn’t entirely sure how he was expected to help the other seeing as he truly wasn’t needed in this situation but it felt like the right thing to say to the moment, especially when Kuzco seemed so eager to find help.

“Okay, Kuzco, I get it, your name is Kuzco and you’re not a llama.” He answered, unsure of how else he was supposed to take the others name. Although Kuzco;s family may hold status, Barrell had never heard of him before and he wasn’t sure if by hearing the name repeated, any of this would change.

Running a hand through his hair, he allowed himself to plop down onto the curb of the sidewalk, stretching his legs out in front of him. Something was telling him that he would be here for a while and he might as well make himself comfortable. “So what’re you going to do about it?” He asked, unsure of how he should be taking the situation. It seemed almost like the situation were from a movie because back home, this type of thing didn’t happen. “I mean, I’ve never dealt with that before so I can’t really help you but you might want to save your construction workers....Like put them in jars or something before someone steps on them...or eats them.”

“If you insist.” He replied simply. Reaching into the bag, he pulled one of the lolli’s out for the other and as soon as he did, a moment of confusion washed over him. “Wait, so once I unwrap it, do I just leave it on the ground?” He asked, starting to peel at the wrapper. “Or am I supposed to just stick this into your mouth? Because if I knew you that wouldn’t be much of an issue but I kind of just met you and I know you’re having a tough time and all but llama’s kind of have really big teeth.” He admitted, trailing off for a minute. “And they’re just a little bit scary, you know?”