AIM RP Log between Felyn & DFA
Anana & Nuka
Anana & Nuka
A soft sigh fluttered from her lips, eyes rolling irritably at her own thoughts. She and Nuka had been at this for a long time, and it was starting to look even more hopeless than she had originally imagined. Stretching out across the large rock, the now adult femme offered her soft underbelly up to the sun, bathing it in the warmth of the afternoon. Months had passed, and this seemed to be the most productive thing she'd done so far.
"There has to be someone," she said softly to herself, letting her eyes drift closed, her mind conjuring up the one time she seemed to recollect even the smallest hint of her own mother. A flash of teal, a sharp tongue berating her father in the distance with words she couldn't quite understand. It made her smile, but she was beginning to think that the female had been one of a kind. Well, two of a kind - Anana surely took after many of her mother's traits.
Females, females, females. Nuka had always thought them to be a bother; now he thought them to be a bloody, ******** curse. And a bother too, really, but regardless, his mind was pretty sure that the word 'bother' did not quite seem to reach out as far as he knew the concept should.
Stopping mid though, the male cheetah scowled at nothing in particualr as he noticed he had AGAIN managed to confuse himself out of sheer boredome. He hated thinking. He wasn't made for thinking; WHY was he thinking again? Oh, yeah, right. He was trying to distract himself (albeit with little success), from the female that lay just a rock away; whilst she spread herself on the taller of the two flat rocks, he was busy thinking about.... not thinking. Which wasn't very productive, but then again, he didn't really CARE because he didn't NEED to be doing anything productive.
So there.
He felt his head hit the rock he'd been resting on, a soft "Hmmmrppppft," uttered at Anana's words. Because he was obviously NOT paying attention to her. Nope.
Her eyes snapped open as she was reminded of his company, having let herself slip deep into her own thoughts and memories. He was easy to forget sometimes, when he was so quiet, but her mind often came dancing back to him at the smallest reminder. She shifted her form to roll over slightly, so that her teal eyes could rest upon his figure where it lay slightly below her. She didn't always understand him and his moodiness, but then again, she was sure no one ever had. She much preferred the simple thoughts of her father's mind - though, she supposed, she was probably the only one that ever thought him to be simple.
"What was that?" she asked with a cocked eyebrow, paws hanging over the edge of the rock, crossed one over the other as she brought her head up somewhat to peer over at him. She didn't truly know why they were laying around today - perhaps because they were tired of going out and looking, maybe they were praying that someone would just waltz along now.
After a moment's pause, Nuka entertained the notion that perhaps if he ignored her JUST so... shed vanish into thin air. Perhaps if he chose not to answer her, she'd ignore him and perhaps THEN he'd be allowed to return to thinking about.... nothing. Because that's what he was doing; thinking about nothing. He most certainly was NOT thinking about Anana. Because he was busy thinking about nothing.
Right.
He lifted his forehead an inch off the rock and allowed it to drop over the hard surface again, "I said 'Hmmmrpppft'," he repeated with amusing acurasy, his head never lifting from the rock as he spoke. Because he was too busy trying to block her out. And failing. Cursed, damned woman.
She watched his motions, her eyebrow remaining quirked, mouth slightly shifted to the side. The whole of it made her look extremely curious and partially confused - which was just what she was feeling at the moment. "And what, pray tell, does 'hmmmrpppft' mean?"
She couldn't have known that he was trying not to think about her, or that by talking to him it was simply making it all worse. Talking to him made her feel more at ease, which is why she was doing it. Talking to him made everything feel like it might be possible. She couldn't have said why, nor did she want to entertain the explinations at the moment. She was content with it just being what it was.
"You're going to hurt yourself if you keep doing that," she said, motioning at his head with a paw.
"I have NO idea," he told her honestly as his forehead remain against the rock, "And really, don't give a bloody, ******** damn," So there, he thought mentaly, and had to refrain from snorting at his own inmaturity. Please, oh please, could things get any WORSE? Clearly they could, because rather than keep her at bay, his answers seemed to be spurring her ON and god DAMNIT he was not thinking about her! NOPE! Not him!
He lifted his head again, just barely, and dropped it, sulking profoundly when it became clearly he was fighting a lossing battle; fact was, though, he had no IDEA why this was so. Clearly he had the winning hand of the deal, so why was it he even cared? He hated caring as much as he did thinking. Actualy, come to think about it, he hated it more. Turning his hed so his right cheek was gainst the harsh rock, his eyes seeked her out and scowled, "Lovely; maybe I'll stop being useful if I give myself a ******** conctusion," he told her rather tartly.
She scowled at his words, pushing herself up into a sitting position and staring down her nose at him. Did he always have to be such a little baby? Sometimes she wished she could knock him around a bit so he'd grow up and stop acting like the world was falling down on his head.
"You don't have to sulk," she said, narrowing her eyes on him slightly, "once we find my dad a mate, you can be on your way and go back to doing whatever it was that you did before I made you help me." Sometimes she wondered if he helped or only made it all worse. Though, the thought of him leaving and her suddenly lacking the companionship made her heart thud so hard she frowned.
With a sigh, she leapt off the rock, stretching herself out on the ground, and turned to throw a glance over her shoulder at him. Why was he always so difficult? "You're more of a pain sometimes than my father is," she said, low, but she know he could hear it.
After a moment, one long, hard moment, Nuka stared at her; he simply could not comprehend how she could not understand.... could not SEE. But then again, that was fine, he berated himself, because obviously he was failing at the task at hand (again), where he should not be thinking of her. But he is, and he really, simply can NOT understand how she can be so BLIND. For a moment he entertains the notion of asking her if she's blind, but then stops himself because really, that'd not do him much good.
Instead he frowns at her from his perch, now above her, "I'm not sulking, girl," he told her still rather tartly, "I'm being frustrated," he corrected her, then snorted, as if the words were ironic to him, then frowning, the male wondered if he should actualy hit himself harder next time. Did conctusions make you stop thinking? Did they give you amnesia? Nuka was just about ready to try, if it meant peace of mind, "That's so not gonna happen and you know it; your dad met a one in a million so give it up already," he pushed himself up to a sitting position and inmediately regreted not having something with which to ocupy his forehead with because now he had nothing else to do but to look at her.
And that was not good, he decided after a moment, so thus, he scowled at her. Because he was inevitably cursed, and Gods, he hated it. At her words he scowled darker, "Uh-huh and you believe that .... because?"
"Right, not sulking. Got it," she said with a smirk, glancing over her shoulder at him. Did he not realize that even if he was just acting frustrated that he was bordering on being a full out baby about it? Her tail flickered behind her in her amusement, slowly turning her eyes back towards the horizon. She seemed slightly troubled though, even as her eyes graced the skies before her. He seemed so ready to leave and for some reason, that stung a bit.
"You'd like for me to give it up, wouldn't you?" she said, turning her body back to face him, eyes narrowing on his as she stood there. "Of course, because that means you get to leave and don't have to bother with what I want anymore." She made a soft 'hmph' noise and leapt back up to her rock. If he had been a less honorable brute, she'd have thought he would have left by now.
She turned her back on him and lay down, as if he really couldn't concern her less. "If you want to be done with it so badly, then why not just leave? You seem to think it's a lost cause, which means you've fufilled your end of the bargain as far it matters to you. You helped, and since there's apparently never going to be a female to fill my mother's place, you're done." She was getting moody now, but she'd not have been able to explain why.
"Forgive me is seeking out a b***h for your psycho-of-a-father isn't particularly entertaining," he snapped backat her from his perch on the rock; as he snarled, the necklace he wore rattled, showing the fact he was not only frustrated but rather, so frustrated he was trembling. Which was, he reasoned, not a good sign. As far s he was concerned, being kept by her side,bonded by a promise and a threat and a task (a woefuly imposible task might he add) was not the same as letting him stay out of his own.... damn mind.
Which she wouldn't WANT anyways, he reasoned with himself for the upteenth time as he scowled at her, "Actualy, might I remind you I could leave NOW, because I'm begining to think you're a lunatic for even TRYING," he scoofed, idly hoping that perhaps if he pushed her buttons, PERHAPS she'd leave for a few hours and let him be in peace; he needed to go find a good place to hit his head against, because surely he'd not done so enough. Maybe if he got his brain to leak out of his ears he'd stop thinking complete and utterly stupid ideas.
Like... well, he wasn't even going to go there, he told himself for the ... he'd lost count. This was bad. Very bad. He was panicking inside.
"No, it just means I don't get to put up with your WHINNING left and right and up and down about this or that female because I couldn't ******** care less 'bout any other female!" honestly! And then he paused and backpeddlad in his mind and frowned hugely - oops. He'd not meant to say that much. And then he was dismised.
A pause, followed by a snarl and thunderous scowl as he stalked down from the rock and threw his noe against her, "Maybe I WILL!" he shouted back at her, nose pressed against her, and his mind screamed at him; he was idiot! He'd just been told to leave! WAS HE A MORON?! Except he knew the answer to that; he was. There was no other explanation for the thoughts that had been plaguing him for... he'd lost count.
He'd never been good at thinking anyhow.
