Sooo, I kinda did these a little while back, I dunno how long ago, but I remember it was miserably cold outside. XD So I'm not overly impressed with this at this point, but it could be worse still, though I did kinda skimp on the shading as a result. <X3 Still, wanted to finish it, cuz it marks the first time I used Boo in a pic. =3 Now have a story. X3 And yus, it is older than the Silas pictures, hence the overly skinny bodies, I was still figgering things out better then. XD
Sometimes Dakota needs to break apart into his Emovere in order to get some things done and make money to sustain himself while adventuring. Boo here tends to handle more clerical things, despite being a bit of a hard-hitter, girls tend to make more convincing babysitters. Meet Remy. He's a brat. His parents are deeply loving, but somewhat to a fault, this kid isn't a yeller, but he knows how to make demands, and especially how to blackmail. She's started to understand why it is she was able to get a job, clearly he was plenty old enough to have had a few by now.
"Hey! Hurry up in there, I'm gunna starve to death!"
"Your hiding spot sucks, you're too big."
"I'm your kid, don't ignore me!" Were just a few of his zingers. He had a bit of a rough side too, not afraid to hit hard with the toy swords, nor afraid to aim for the face with the Nerf guns. Tag can be a lotta fun, but not when the runt you let win condescends you for it. Especially not when he starts actually winning cuz the adult ran outta energy. Bigger adult, more energy burned. And no, she's not fat, that's terribly rude to think of a lady. But skinny little gymnast kids have energy to spare. By the halfway mark of the afternoon, now all worn out and fed up with this kid's attitude, she felt about ready to snap, but the softness of the couch caressing her butt sated her nerves. Shortlived as it was, Remy soon flopped down on the couch next to her, unburdened by sweaty shirt and shoes.
"Uggh..." She quietly sighed, leaning on her palm away from the boy. He flipped on the TV and remained peaceful for all of twenty seconds.
"Hey! Boo." Remy said, his voice grating on her ears.
"Ugh... Yeeees Remy?"
"Ya tired already? Too oooold for babysitting?"
"Oh the honesty of kids... Nooo, I'm just bigger, I need more energy to run 'round like you do is all." Boo replied.
"So you're old and fat?" He giggled maliciously.
She scoweled away from him with a quiet growl. "Hrmmm... Just watch your shows for now, eh? Please... Just-" Not even waiting for her to continue, two socks flew across her vision, and two feet aggressively plopped down in her lap. "Ow! What the-"
"My feet hurt. Gimme a rub, will ya?" Remy said, slinking onto his back and getting comfy.
"Remy, no, c'mon, I'm tired too, and your feet stink." She said with evident exasperation, pushing his feet off her lap.
They were quickly replaced, quite firmly. "Boo! I said rub them already!"
Boo turned her head and frowned at him, with a huff. "Hey! Don't babysitters usually call the shots... Kid?" She firmly
picked his ankles up and set his feet back onto the couch. Remy placed them right back on. "Not when they wanna get paid by the kid's rich dad... I can always tell him how mean you were to me~"
"Wh- Will he really believe that? He has to put up with you all the time, I don't think-" Remy interrupted again. "I've been through soooo many babysitters by now. He doesn't much care for how mean the world can be, especially to his family.
I save him money just by getting them fired. No sev- Serr... Seravvvence... They don't get paid. Now get to it." He spread his toes to emphasize his point. Boo shook in her seat, fighting back another scowl. Finally, she sighed in defeat and took Remy's foot between her thumbs and started to rub. "Ahhhh, that's the spot!" He let out a sigh similar to Boo, but far more content. Boo turned her head away and groaned, "Ughh, Remy please, your feet really stink, can ya at least wash 'em first, ya've been runnin' around all day!"
He placed his arms behind his head and grinned. "You'll be alright. Consider that your punishment for your little outburst."
"Guhhh!" Boo groaned again, then mumbled under her breath, "Ya lil' runt..."
"And call me sirrrr~ Ya work for me after all." He said, closing his eyes and readjusting in his spot. Boo refused to say anymore, and was certainly not about to call him "sir". Not unless she had to. Now normally, Boo has a foot fetish of her own, being one of Dakota's Emovere, his feminine side. And a bit of smell would only spice things up for her. But this isn't normally. She does not appreciate rudeness and people trying to take advantage of her. There was no fun to be found in these dirty, smelly feet. She can't get anything when she's not liking the person attached to them. Every rub only served to further release the smell, which in turn served only to irritate her further. She just stared ahead at the TV, wanting to ride out the rest of the day and hoping the foot rub would put Remy to sleep. She didn't dare to say anything more, knowing the brat would only respond with something rude. The nicest thing the kid said to her all day was "Hello." And for a few minutes things were peaceful. Even the stupid live-action Didney show with the canned-laughter was calming to her. Until...
"Mmmm, hey, don't forget to get between the toes Boo." He said, pointing to his feet, and not sounding at all groggy or tired. He pinched her fingers with his toes to make his point. Boo's eyes widened and her teeth clenched. This was her almost her breaking point. Almost. Her fingers moved up and between his toes, fur still moist with sweat. Remy opened an eye. "Umm, did I hear a 'yes sir', Boo?" He grinned at her. Her scowl twisted slightly into a smirk. She almost wished her brother Lazlow were here. "Oh I'll get between your toes alright..." She muttered menacingly.
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