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 Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2008 7:56 pm
Iztoz sighed. He was, without a doubt, bored out of his mind. Earlier in the day, he'd left his room and come down to what could only be defined as the Pound's "main room". Why? Because he wanted company. As little as he thought of most people, they STILL offered some sort of companionship. Being alone for too long... it was boring and just sucked overall.
However, it was now drawing near to evening. After spending the entire day curled up in a rather cozy chair, book of crossword puzzles in his lap, he'd seen... no one. How depressing. Well, okay. That was a lie. He'd seen another of the Waywards in the care of his owner, but she didn't count. She was just passing by, heading to the kitchen to make some sort of dinner for herself.
She'd asked if Iztoz was hungry and if he would like her to bring him something.
He'd blown her off, not even bothering to answer.
When she passed by again several minutes later, she set a glass of milk and a plate with a sandwich on it on the table beside his chair. Iztoz, of course, didn't thank her verbally. Oh no. She got no more than a simple, curt nod. Of course, she hadn't expected more than that, offering a smile before taking her own dinner and moving to return to wherever she'd come from.
Iztoz was alone again. Again boredom settled in, making even working on the crossword puzzle he looked down at seem tedious. Reaching over to the table, he lifted the sandwich and took a bite. Swallowing, he set the sandwich back on its plate, took a sip of milk, and resumed looking down at the boxes and less-than-helpful clues.
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Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2008 8:21 pm
Cam eagerly pranced down the stairs, his tail bouncing behind him with each step. He had dinner on his restless mind and knowing his first stop would be the kitchen. ...Wait! there it was. He stopped in his tracks and gazed upon two long green ears from a nearby chair. His face lit up. He had an urge...to swat at them. Foolish, yes. But for Cam, it's a daily ritual.
He obviously didn't care if his..'prey' had spotted him or not. I mean, who couldn't. PINK. It wasn't hard to see. Perfect contrast to the pale walls and evening glow from the lit windows.
With not another second to lose, he lunged right at his target with a squeal.
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Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2008 9:34 pm
Iztoz glanced up at the sound of someone coming down the stairs. One ear twitched slightly, the male blinking as he waited so see who it was. Once he caught sight of the other male, Cam was immediately dismissed. Sure, Iztoz wanted company, but he told himself that he wasn't THAT desperate.
And so he returned his attention to the crossword book. He didn't expect the male to approach him. Why would he? Iztoz didn't even know him, after all. Of course, he found himself mistaken as he heard what he could only take as a delighted squeal.
Gaze lifting, Iztoz had no chance to react. Finding himself pressed back more into his chair, he blinked at the male who'd squealed and now seemed to be occupying the chair as well. ... what sort of male squealed? "Um... excuse me?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2008 8:34 am
Cam flashed a bubbly grin at the apparently, 'startled' male. "Those are your ears!" Yeah, obvious, right? His voice was high pitched and full of enthusiasm for something so..simple. His tail swished to and fro, hitting the side of the chair, making a dull, blunt sound. Without waiting for a reply from the other, he attempted to swat at Iztoz's ears, making it an...awkward sight to look at.
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2008 10:39 am
Iztoz was confused. Extremely confused, as a matter of fact. Blinking as he watched the other male, one ear flicked lightly when the other made a swat at it. Flicking once more after, the ear then stilled again. "Yes, they are my ears. Now... what are you doing?" he questioned, still rather confused by this all. After all, he'd just been minding his own business and suddenly he had a lapful of... a pink, hyperactive male he was pretty sure he didn't know.
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2008 11:16 am
And there was a pause. Cam looked up, smile never fading. "Your ears!! They're fun to play with, uh-huh." He quickly nodded, the bell on his collar made a faint Jingle sound. Cocking his head to the side he asked, as if nothing happened; "What'cha doin'?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2008 11:26 am
Had he claimed to be confused earlier? Well, Iztoz took it back. NOW he was confused.
"I was working on crossword puzzles..." His opposite ear flicked a couple times now before stilling itself. A sigh left Iztoz's lips, the male wondering if there was some set procedure for dealing with crazy people... "Would you mind getting off my lap?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2008 11:36 am
Cam ignored the latter and continued laughing..although it was more like a crazed giggle. "Ah..i 'member you! You're the cranky guy Rush was talkin' about yesterday." His grin narrowed in a more mischievous direction while eying the nearby crossword book.
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2008 11:49 am
Iztoz arched one eyebrow, watching the other. Rush? That name didn't sound particularly familiar. "You don't say." Well, perhaps he'd spoken with someone named Rush. Didn't mean he knew who this 'Rush' was. And of course, it wasn't helped by the fact that plenty of people defined him as cranky, or some similar word.
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2008 12:11 pm
Cam quickly snatched the book, flipped through the pages and tossed it aside. After turning his attention back to the subject or rather, Iztoz, he smirked for no reason. "You could use some light in your life, ol' Cranky!" Flicking his dyed hair to the side, he hopped off his 'seat' and started to wander around the room, easliy forgeting the reason he even came down the stairs in the first place.
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2008 1:24 pm
Iztoz watched as his book was cast aside, soft sigh slipping from his lips. What a bother. Now he'd have to get up to go get it again. However, after the other male left his lap, Iztoz found that he didn't feel like motivating himself to stand up. "You don't say... By the way, I'm not old and my name isn't Cranky. It's Iztoz."
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2008 2:22 pm
Cam pointed at Iztoz with a serious expression, if that was even possible. "You said that twice! "You don't say.." It gets boring, ol' Cranky!..wait, what was your name again?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2008 7:30 pm
Iztoz sighed, leaning back against the chair. One hand lifted to scratch at an itch just behind his ear, said ear twitching as he did so. "Well, you've said "ol' Cranky" twice. And as I just told you, my name is Iztoz."
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Posted: Fri Feb 08, 2008 9:43 am
Cam let out a gasp, realizing the other was right. I did say that twice.. Snapping back to thought, he pasted another huge grin on his face. "I'm Cam!" he announced proudly, tail swishing faster then before.
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Posted: Fri Feb 08, 2008 6:58 pm
Iztoz shook his head lightly. What a character... "Cam? Well, it's nice to meet you," he remarked hesitantly, verifying that as he continued easily, a bit softer. "I suppose..."
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