Finally, Junchi and Arjean were able to get away from their family. Today was the day for them to start their mafia. Arjean gave Junchi the idea after hearing their moms speak about how there were gangs, mafias, and criminal groups causing trouble. The idea fascinated both of them, especially since those groups seemed to be so famous, yet some had never been caught. Junchi accepted the idea after some pressure from Arjean, with the promise of a more exciting life got him into the idea. This was the perfect secret to keep with Arjean, and he could make so many friends planning this out. Arjean described it as being a "game," which didn't help Junchi's worries considering their games could get... uncomfortable at times. Yet he was promised to be the leader, while Arjean would be the co-leader, and Junchi did love to lead.
Arjean's family was busy doing their fashion stuff, while Junchi's dads were doing their weekly home cleaning. They both took this as their chance to head down to the park carrying bags of art supplies, then dump it onto the grass. Arjean brought the most supplies, which included light storybooks to use as a surface, crayons, colored paper, sparkles, and stickers. Junchi brought pencils, his one-hundred-one marker set (which he was very proud of), and plain paper.
The two mafia leaders didn't hesitate to get to work. First they began by folding all the paper into a hamburger fold, then they began writing out messages on them. Junchi found it easier to write when he was reading out his words. "You have been invited to joi-... Uh... Arjean?" Arjean didn't hear him at first, and it took him a few more tries to get their attention. "Arjean. Arjean. Arjean. Arjean!" He flicked their forehead. "Listen to me!"
The flick and yelling worked and they looked up at him. He could see they weren't happy, even with their convincing smiling. Even while faking their emotions, you could feel the anger radiating off of them, like any moment they would try to pinch you or scratch you. Maybe that's why their family kept their claws shaved. "Yes, Junchi?" they responded in a sweet voice.
"We... need a name..." The expression on their face after he told them his worries nearly sent him into giggles. They quickly dropped their fake happiness look and stared down at their paper, obviously confused from making such a simple mistake.
Their only response was a stuttering "W-We can... u-uh... um... We can... a-ask... our members?" Arjean wasn't that stupid, they had to know that so far the only members they had was them and Junchi. That meant that they should've been discussing this already, and not at the last second. Though Arjean did tell Junchi that there was the possibility of them bringing in another friend they made named Theo. The idea of Arjean making friends without Junchi's presence disturbed him, but this was his opportunity to know who this "Theo" was.
The two sat there quietly, confused on what to do now. Their posters were supposed to be secret messages to give to members they found suitable, but how could they advertise a nameless business? Putting something down like Child Mafia seemed so lame. Junchi's dads would never advertise their shop as just Flower Shop. The best way to go was to find members first, then make a name, but they didn't have any official members other than themselves. Theo wasn't present at the moment, despite Arjean's apparent message to tell him to meet them here, and there wasn't really anyone else. Maybe he was just late, or he decided to just not show up at all.
There was also another issue Junchi realized: how did they keep something a secret if it was written on paper? Lots of things could be a secret on paper, but judging by himself, Arjean, and other kids his age, children weren't the most secretive. They had to pick the most trustworthy members that wouldn't mess things up by being too much of a loud mouth. Junchi already had to deal with Arjean, and he wasn't in the mood to handle a whole group of Arjeans.
"Let's stay here and... um... mmm... watch? Watch other kids. We pick out the good ones," Junchi suggested. Arjean gave a simple nod in response, though they didn't seem to agree with the idea much.
"If they tell, you lie, I make them go away." The idea of Arjean immediately resorting to violence was already a bad sign. The mafia shouldn't start off immediately with trying to kill off people who were denied membership.
"I... can handle that" was the only response he had to Arjean, but that seemed to quiet them down as they both went back to thinking and watching the other kids in the park playing.
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Arjean's family was busy doing their fashion stuff, while Junchi's dads were doing their weekly home cleaning. They both took this as their chance to head down to the park carrying bags of art supplies, then dump it onto the grass. Arjean brought the most supplies, which included light storybooks to use as a surface, crayons, colored paper, sparkles, and stickers. Junchi brought pencils, his one-hundred-one marker set (which he was very proud of), and plain paper.
The two mafia leaders didn't hesitate to get to work. First they began by folding all the paper into a hamburger fold, then they began writing out messages on them. Junchi found it easier to write when he was reading out his words. "You have been invited to joi-... Uh... Arjean?" Arjean didn't hear him at first, and it took him a few more tries to get their attention. "Arjean. Arjean. Arjean. Arjean!" He flicked their forehead. "Listen to me!"
The flick and yelling worked and they looked up at him. He could see they weren't happy, even with their convincing smiling. Even while faking their emotions, you could feel the anger radiating off of them, like any moment they would try to pinch you or scratch you. Maybe that's why their family kept their claws shaved. "Yes, Junchi?" they responded in a sweet voice.
"We... need a name..." The expression on their face after he told them his worries nearly sent him into giggles. They quickly dropped their fake happiness look and stared down at their paper, obviously confused from making such a simple mistake.
Their only response was a stuttering "W-We can... u-uh... um... We can... a-ask... our members?" Arjean wasn't that stupid, they had to know that so far the only members they had was them and Junchi. That meant that they should've been discussing this already, and not at the last second. Though Arjean did tell Junchi that there was the possibility of them bringing in another friend they made named Theo. The idea of Arjean making friends without Junchi's presence disturbed him, but this was his opportunity to know who this "Theo" was.
The two sat there quietly, confused on what to do now. Their posters were supposed to be secret messages to give to members they found suitable, but how could they advertise a nameless business? Putting something down like Child Mafia seemed so lame. Junchi's dads would never advertise their shop as just Flower Shop. The best way to go was to find members first, then make a name, but they didn't have any official members other than themselves. Theo wasn't present at the moment, despite Arjean's apparent message to tell him to meet them here, and there wasn't really anyone else. Maybe he was just late, or he decided to just not show up at all.
There was also another issue Junchi realized: how did they keep something a secret if it was written on paper? Lots of things could be a secret on paper, but judging by himself, Arjean, and other kids his age, children weren't the most secretive. They had to pick the most trustworthy members that wouldn't mess things up by being too much of a loud mouth. Junchi already had to deal with Arjean, and he wasn't in the mood to handle a whole group of Arjeans.
"Let's stay here and... um... mmm... watch? Watch other kids. We pick out the good ones," Junchi suggested. Arjean gave a simple nod in response, though they didn't seem to agree with the idea much.
"If they tell, you lie, I make them go away." The idea of Arjean immediately resorting to violence was already a bad sign. The mafia shouldn't start off immediately with trying to kill off people who were denied membership.
"I... can handle that" was the only response he had to Arjean, but that seemed to quiet them down as they both went back to thinking and watching the other kids in the park playing.
(( @BoopDeBoop @Phoebe ))