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 Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2008 11:47 pm
Daixen frowned, staring down at the bench with an expression that seemed torn between frustration and anguish. He constantly shifted from one foot to the other. His gaze was constantly shifting about as well, looking from the bench toward the main building of the Pound toward the surrounding buildings and then again back to the bench. A soft sigh eventually fell from Daixen's lips, hands on his hips as he stared down at the bench.
The poor, totally innocent bench.
The wet, totally DIRTY bench.
He was NOT sitting on that.
But... it had finally stopped raining and while there were many puddles and patches of mud to avoid, the sun was shining and the weather was NICE. So all the poor cat had wanted was to sit down and enjoy the weather while it lasted. Of course, he wasn't going to sit on wet grass or in a puddle of water or in some mud. So he'd found a bench. The one bench he'd found? It was all wet and muddy and gross. Was it just his luck? ... Probably.
But... no one else was around, they wouldn't notice if his skirt got dirty. Right?
Daixen nodded in agreement with his internal monologue, but even then... he just couldn't bring himself to sit down. Not without a towel or blanket or jacket or SOMETHING to sit on...
With an anguished groan, the cat folded his arms over his chest and glared sharply down at the bench, like it was all the bench's fault for being dirty and wet.
Ah, such were the woes of one cursed to be pretty.
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2008 7:26 am
Several meters away, a taller but no less flamboyantly-dressed feline slowly made his way across the field, making special care to squish as much mud between his bare toes as possible. It had been a long time since the weather had been this utterly perfect, with the sun shining, the mud squishing, and everything having that "just rained on" sort of smell.
Now, he believed in keeping ones' clothes clean as much as the next cat, certainly, but ones' toes? In his opinion, toes were pretty much fair game for anything you felt the need to do with them. He could always wash them off later anyway, right?
He paused for a moment to consider the look on Adalrico's face if he were to track mud from the porch all the way to the nearest bathroom, and quickly decided that he would find a nice pond or something outdoors and do it before re-entering the pound. No need to get the grumpy cat's panties in a bunch.
Glancing up from the mud puddles at his feet, he took note, with some interest, of the mass of lace, ribbon, and general prettiness that was Daixen. The other cat seemed to be having a staring contest with a bench, which seemed highly unproductive, at least to him. Nonetheless intrigued, he squished his way towards him.
(( ... This font color matches my avatar's hair. >> *shot* ))
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2008 8:20 am
Daixen sighed as he watched the bench, as though perhaps magically it would clean and dry itself. If it would, then Daixen could sit down and all would be good. Well, unless the bench enjoyed being dirty. But since, at this point in time, Daixen didn't really care about the bench's feelings and what the bench did or didn't enjoy, that wasn't worth thinking about.
Perhaps if he sat on his hands? The idea was fast rejected. After all, if he sat on his hands then he would probably get his arm warmers all dirty. And you know what? That wouldn't do either.
Well, perhaps he ought to just go back inside to get a towel or blanket or... heck, even a phonebook would do. He just needed something to sit on, after all. But really, he COULDN'T do that. Why? Well, because doing that would mean giving up. Not that it particularly mattered, but at the same time, it did.
Yeah, Daixen wasn't even making sense to himself. However, before he had the chance to attempt and sort out his thoughts into something more understandable (at least... to himself), he heard a squishing noise that caused him to blink and turn his head. The first thought that came to mind was that now he COULDN'T just sit down. Someone else was around! Someone else would SEE his skirt all dirty and wet and muddy. That just wouldn't do!
And so Daixen sighed, resting one hand on his hip as he turned to look more fully at the other. The first thing he noticed was that the other wore a skirt. A rather cute one, actually. The second thing the feline noticed was that the other was a male. Now, even if he still didn't quite understand WHY things were this way, he knew it wasn't exactly a common occurance to see a male wearing a skirt or dress because he just wanted to.
"Hello?"
((xD That's why I originally started using magenta? =D It matched my avatar's hair.))
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2008 3:34 pm
It took much longer than he would have suspected, the feline noted, for the other to notice him. He supposed it must have been because of how intently he was concentrating on his staring contest with the bench.
Squishing his way a little closer, he paused to take a better look as he was sized up in turn. Long skirt... Lots of lace... Pretty, braided hair... If he didn't know better, he'd have said this cat was female. As it was, he could only tell he was male due to his unerring girly boy senses. He was rather proud of these senses. Being a very girly boy himself, he could always recognize another of his kind, no matter how feminine.
Grinning, he bowed slightly and returned the greeting; "Hi, there." Nodding towards the bench, he then inquired, "are you winning?"
(( xDD Nice. ))
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2008 6:12 pm
Daixen lifted one hand as he looked over the other male, lifting one hand to brush his twin braids back over his shoulders. Letting the hand then fall to his side, a small smile twitched at the feline's lips. Well, at least there was one advantage to having met this other feline rather than anyone else. He didn't expect the other to be confused by the fact that he CHOSE to wear a skirt.
"Not exactly," he answered, offering a dramatized exasperated sigh. "As you can see-" he gestured toward the bench with one hand, offering a feigned mournful shaking of his head. "-it's still dirty... and wet. So I must be doing a pretty bad job with intimidating the mud and water away."
Perhaps it hadn't been the most foolproof (or even LOGICAL) plan of action when it came to securing himself a clean seat, but... In a weird sense, it sort of made Daixen feel better, put him into a good mood. Yeah, it didn't really make sense, but a lot of things about Daixen didn't really make sense, so it all worked out pretty well. At least... that's how Daixen tried to explain it.
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Posted: Tue Mar 25, 2008 7:33 am
Similar thoughts swirled about in the pink, pickle-infested mind of Juaravez. ... At least, that was how he pictured his mind. In any case, he was rather pleased to have run into another similarly-dressed male. They already had something in common, so perhaps this would turn out better than the scattering of conversations he'd had with more "normal"-seeming residents of the pound. They usually ended in strange looks and excuses to get away.
He turned his attention to the bench, which was indeed quite wet and dirty, and then back to the other cat, blinking a bit. "That's what you were trying to do? I thought perhaps you'd challenged it to a staring contest. Which is kind of unfair to you, because it doesn't blink, but also kind of unfair to you, since it doesn't have eyes..." He paused to ponder this for a moment, and when he couldn't find a ready answer, stored it away in his mind for later contemplation. Shrugging, he pulled a surprisingly large handkerchief out of his pocket and offered it. "This might help a bit."
(( ... Handkerchief. Weird. I've never spelled it with the D. ._. ... *slaps Firefox's spellchecker* ))
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Posted: Tue Mar 25, 2008 9:47 am
Perhaps it was because he didn't have to constantly defend himself, his personal choices in dress and lifestyle, but it was rather relaxing to be around Juaravez. Aside from that, he had no real worry about 'stupid' questions or weird looks or any of those things that he seemed to get so often from other residents of the pound. It was, all in all, pretty relieving.
Daixen would again glance to the bench, as though perhaps it may have cleaned itself while he wasn't looking. When that wasn't the case, he looked back to Juaravez, considering the staring contest that the other had originally thought he'd been having with the bench. A small smile tugged insistently at his lips as he considered the other's points, bringing to mind a mental image of a bench WITH eyes. Why, wasn't that peculiar?
But his thoughts were digressing and it was as Daixen pulled them back to the conversation at hand that he was offered a rather large handkerchief by the other. Blinking, a bright smile then appeared on the male's lips, accompanied by a pleasant word of thanks as the feline moved to clean himself a place to sit, if only big enough for just that. It was after he'd sat down on the bench that he came to notice the dirtiness of the handkerchief now, a small frown twitching on his lips before he looked to Juaravez. "I can clean it for you later?"
((xD Really? Silly Kita.))
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Posted: Wed Mar 26, 2008 8:19 am
Staring back at the now rather unsightly handkerchief, he shrugged. "Eh, don't worry about," he assured with a grin, "I've got plenty more at home." With this issue sorted out, he realized he was presented with another: This new acquaintance of his was now comfortably sitting, and seemed quite content. But where was he to sit? The remainder of the bench still left quite a bit to be desired, and he was out of handkerchiefs.
Perplexed, his hands went to his hips, his toes squishing even deeper into the mud he stood in. "Hmm..." Unable to come up with a further solution, he took to staring at a spot on the bench. Perhaps he could succeed where the other had failed, and simply intimidate the bench into being clean?
(( D: Well, I don't pronounce it hand-ker-chief. That'd be as weird as saying cup-board. D<
... In retrospect, where would Juaravez have pockets? >>... ))
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Posted: Wed Mar 26, 2008 1:07 pm
Absently folding the handkerchief before setting it beside himself, it was then that Daixen also came to notice their latest dilemma. Oh no, now this was no good. And so a small frown returned to the feline's lips as he tried to figure how this latest issue could be solved.
Of course, his first glance was to the neatly folded handkerchief beside himself. But that wouldn't do! After all, looking at the handkerchief again, it was in no state for use to clean another spot off the bench. Well, that wouldn't help them any then. So... what could be done? Well... he looked again to the bench before glancing to Juaravez. Arching an eyebrow, he again looked at the bench before noting in a casual offhand nature. "I don't think you're making any progrees."
((xD That's a good point. However, it sounds a lot more normal saying hand-ker-chief than it does saying cup-board.
=O At the top of his skirt, under his shirt?))
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Posted: Wed Apr 23, 2008 7:07 pm
Pouting a little, Juaravez sighed and agreed, "I know, I know. This bench is incorrigible." Nodding as if to confirm his own final judgment of this unsightly bench, he then returned to wracking his brain for a solution.
"Well, I suppose we could go inside..." He said finally, in a rather dubious tone that suggested he wasn't fond of the idea. He was beginning to see this as their only option, though, if they were both to sit, short of one sitting in the others lap. He snorted at that idea, a perfect stranger sitting in his lap. Because, of course, it would be this new feline who would be sitting in his lap, since he was bigger, and older, and ever so slightly more masculine (Which was certainly something he never expected to be able to think).
Attempting to return his thoughts to the situation at hand, he coughed and looked back to Daixen.
(( Yay for super late replies. 8D... *gunned down* >>;;
True. D:
xDD Works, I suppose~ ))
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Posted: Thu Apr 24, 2008 1:34 pm
Sighing lightly himself, the younger feline swung his feet while he too wracked his brain for some way to solve the problem that had befallen him and the other feline. Hands sitting in his lap, Daixen looked down at the dirt his feet dangled over. He really wasn't coming to any other solutions aside from the two Juaravez had already come to.
At the comment that they might have to head inside, the feline heaved another sigh. "That'd be a bummer. It's a nice day out." Then again, they could always grab a blanket or something and head back outside. And there was another passing thought. For only a moment, Daixen found himself wondering when it stopped being 'I' and 'me' and 'you' and turned into a 'we' activity...
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Posted: Thu Apr 24, 2008 4:05 pm
"Hmm," Juaravez murmured, his eyes following the others' feet as they swung, inches above the mud that his own feet were deeply squished into. "You sure do keep your feet clean," he speculated, distracted for the time being by the other feline's impeccable appearance. His eyes turned again to his toes, which... Actually didn't look all that dirty. He couldn't help but grin as he realized that his feet were almost the exact color of the mud. He'd clearly won the biological lottery!
"Er..." A voice in the back of his head prodded, bringing him back to a reality where mud-colored toes weren't something to throw confetti over. "Yeah, it is nice," he agreed with a nod. "We could come back out though, I suppose." He, unlike the other, was completely oblivious to the change in pronouns.
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Posted: Thu Apr 24, 2008 4:34 pm
Daixen blinked at the other's distracted comment, looking down at his own feet curiously. He hadn't really thought about it. Heck, he hadn't even realized it! "Huh... You're right." Well, it had to be either luck or unconscious action that had allowed him to avoid all those mud puddles on his way to the bench.
Yet attention was brought back to finding a solution and the feline couldn't help but nod in agreement with the suggestion. "That's true. And we could bring a blanket out with us..." It was then that a grin broke out over Daixen's features. "Hey! We could grab something to eat while we're inside too! It could be like a small picnic!"
Perhaps the pronouns had changed on them. Daixen decided that, in the end, it didn't really bother him. After all... at least a "we" signified that he wasn't alone anymore...
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Posted: Thu Apr 24, 2008 4:41 pm
He couldn't help but snort at the fact that the other feline apparently hadn't even been intentional in his cleanliness. He could sense, however, that this was a person who liked to be clean. He was suddenly even more pleased that his toes blended with the mud. Somehow he didn't want this new acquaintance of his to think any less of him just because he liked squishy things between his toes.
"Ooh, a picnic!" He quickly made the decision to resist jumping up and down and clapping his hands like a three year old, though he was sorely tempted. He loved picnics, and hadn't been on one since he was a kitten. "That'd be great," he said, settling for a grin as his expression of delight.
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Posted: Thu Apr 24, 2008 7:10 pm
You know, Daixen would never admit to being such a clean freak (he would probably have said something along the lines of himself being a tidy person), but Juaravez had hit the nail on the head when he'd sensed that about the feline. He was a clean freak to the point where he hardly even realized it. It just... happened, without conscious thought. It's just how he was. Yet... maybe he wouldn't mind the other's liking of squishy things between his toes. After all, while he preferred to keep clean, he had no issues with other people being messy. His clean standards were simply for himself.
And the feline couldn't help his own grin as he moved to stand up. Well, then, it was settled. A picnic was to definitely be had on this fine-weathered day. "Then let's go~" he chimed happily. "After all, it would suck to waste the whole day just TALKING about having a picnic!"
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