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 Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 4:58 pm
After having left Patricks house (for Iamel no longer wanted to think about it as his own), Iamel had...sat in the snow for a while. Really, he was just really cold and he was lost...
He thought he was lost, anyway. Lost in a sea of white, swirling snow and trees rising up from the ground, the woodpecker really wasn't one for snow or being frozen to death in the outside. So when he saw the dormitories slide up into his view, labeled with the universitys creed, something akin to relief flooded him.
Taylor had said she lived in the schools dormitories...didn't she? With Taylor came Diacyn... She had said he'd kept the windows open and...
Iamel frowned a little, hands pushing into his pockets before he made his slow trek to the dorms. He had just rushed from the apartment, yelling at his SHiniee and he hadn't thought about what he was wear; the boy was only adorned in a pair of short jean shorts and a thin shirt that was red in color but otherwise...did nothing. He wasn't even wearing socks or shoes and his small feet were begining to get...cold.
Actually...he couldn't feel them anymore. That could very possibly be a bad thing, couldn't it?
Iamel just frowned, shaking his thoughts away before glancing up, eyes going wide. There! An open window in the midst of high cold winds and -- ! If it wasn't Diacyn and Taylor, he was going to start crying right then and there.
Luckily - it WAS her room. So there was Iamel, knocking weakly at the door. When either Taylor or Diacyn opened the door, they were faced with a wet, shivering, pink nosed, redcheeked Iamel whose eyes were tearstained (and partially frozen) and a dull black and yellow color to his cheek where Patrick had connected by accident during their fight.
"..hi." His voice was small, rubbing at his numb arms, "..can I come in?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 6:24 pm
It was Taylor who pushed open the door, a very flustered-looking and red-faced Taylor with her hair sticking in all directions, wearing sweatpants, a blue hoodie with Maxwell's Equations written on the front in black marker, a long red-and-white scarf, and only one sock.
"Listen, Matt," she said loudly and angrily, talking to a space about a foot over Iamel's head, "I am not going to let you copy my lab report and that is FINAL. Do you understand- huh?" She blinked, shook her head a couple of times in a bewildered fashion, and finally looked down. "Iamel? What the- holy s**t, you look frozen! Do you want to come-"
"IAMEL!!" Taylor was pushed roughly to the side by the owl-boy, who immediately grabbed both of Iamel's hands and yanked him into the small, messy room. "Hi! I didn't know you knew where we lived. Get inside." He didn't seem to notice that the boy's hands were essentially miniature ice cubes. "This is my room. Taylor uses some of it. Here's where I sleep," he added, pointing to a rough blanket nest and a tower of blue plastic milk cartons that was decorated with little bones and (as a festive touch, apparently), several strings of blue and white Christmas lights. He also had Taylor's laptop computer propped on one of the milk cartons. It was playing "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon" with the sound off. "Nice, huh?"
He didn't seem to care that the temperature of the room was practically identical to that of the outside, or that there was a large drift of snow on the floor in front of the window. It looked like he had been making snowmen. Little decapitated snowmen.
"Out of the way." Taylor stepped past them and over a pile of laundry to the wide-open window and slammed it shut. "Diacyn, don't you dare open that again, he's cold and I don't think he likes it. Now... what in the world are you doing out here in the cold?"
Taylor wasn't a maternal sort of person, but the sight of the half-frozen woodpecker made her worried. What was little Iamel doing running around in no shoes without his precious "Shinee?" Weird.
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 6:33 pm
"Shiniee yel--gyah!" He squeaked as he was grabbed by Diacyn, another skin on his rather comforting and he all but clung to the owl boy as he was 'shown' around. Even Diacyns cloth on his fingers helped warm the chill, eyes wide and grinning a little bit, despite his chill. Truthfully, he really couldn't feel it right now - he was cold cold cold but didn't notice.
"I like--" Again, cut off by Taylor, head tilting a bit to stare at the human. Unconciously, he edged a little closer to Diacyn, fingers curlign closer on the bird-boys arms, as if trying to hide behind him. In the warmth, the bruise forming was even more obvious, but he didn't bother hiding it.
"...Shiniee and I got into a fight. So I left. I..forgot to put on shoes." His lips quirked into a frown, glancing down at his blue little toes. They wriggled, but he only felt a little of it. "I'm cold."
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 6:52 pm
"What happened to your face?" Taylor said worriedly. She bent over to touch the bruised skin, stopped short (personal space, Taylor) and instead bit her thumbnail anxiously. "Did Patrick- he didn't, did he?" Another nail bite and a worried little frown. "What did you fight about?"
She thought of calling Patrick up, realized she didn't know his number and that wouldn't probably be a good idea right now, and decided to wait. "Lemme get you something hot. Can woodpeckers eat chocolate? I don't know..." she trailed off, mumbling about chocolate poisoning in dogs and cats but not rats as she started digging in the mini-fridge under her desk for some milk to make hot chocolate. "Diacyn, give the kid a blanket. You're the one who took them all, and you don't even get cold."
He didn't get cold, but he did have some sympathy for Iamel. He imagined being cold would be just like when he was too hot- nasty. "That was dumb," he said bluntly. "You need shoes or your toes'll fall off. I don't think that would be fun." Grudgingly, he pulled a blanket from his nest and handed it to Iamel. "Wrap it around your feet or something, I guess."
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 7:01 pm
"I can eat anything humans do," His voice was soft, blinking again at the nail biting. "Didn't what?" A faint frown curled his slightly blue lips. Hands rose, rubbing at them almost roughly, eyebrows knitting together.
"His boy...thing moved in. I hate him. He's stupid and a jerk and furry and he's a cat. I hate cats." A soft grumble, still rubbing at random parts of his body with a sigh. "An' I yelled and he yelled back...so I hit him. And he pinned me to the floor an' kept yelling. So I left. I hate him too."
Another rub to his lips, frowning slightly before his eyes went back to Diacyn. He was still sticking rather close to the other bird, draping the blanket around his entire small frame, big red eyes still peering at Diacyn.
"I was mad," He explained, shrugging a little bit. "So I left. ...not fun but.." A pout, cuddling against the blanket, toes rubbing against each other to get the blood flowing. "Thank you."
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2005 10:55 am
"Here you go." Taylor handed Iamel a cup of hot chocolate, fresh from the microwave. "No problem at all." The poor kid looked so vulnerable, wrapped up in the large blanket with his bare toes peering out from under the edge- not exactly cute, just small and alone. Against all better judgment, she wanted to give the guy a hug.
"So... you ran away? And hit Patrick? Because of... wait, this is about a CAT?"
Ooooookay.
"You can't just run away because you don't like cats... unless you're allergic, I guess. And what I mean is, did he hit you? You're bruised..." again, the reaching out, sudden remembering, and anxious nailbite. "He can't hit you. That's not right," she said, suddenly fierce. "Not right at all. Are you sure this is about a cat?"
"Not a cat cat, human," Diacyn said lazily, leaning back in his blanket nest and eyeing the muted movie, completely oblivious to the more troubling parts of Iamel's tale. "He's talking about something like us. Don't look so goddamn freaked out. Remember the wings?" He fluttered them scornfully. "Well, at least, I think he is. Maybe it's a real cat. I could karate him for you," he added to Iamel. "Or... com'ere and watch this. You can learn."
It was a good movie for learning karate. Well, it hadn't quite taught him the art of prancing around on treetops with swords and things, but it was still pretty darn good.
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2005 11:07 am
Taylor got a glare for thinking Patrick would ever hit him. "He didn't mean to hit me," He huffed quietly, tugging the blanket firmly around him. "He was trying to keep me from hitting him and his elbow hit my face. It was an accident.." He tapers off to tug the blanket over his head suddenly. He was about to cry again and crying was bad.
Hell, he didn't know why he was crying so much anyway. "A boy cat." Voice muffled, "He makes Shiniees heart go fast and makes him smile and it's not right 'cause he's MINE."
Trying to get back in a better mood, the little woodpecker boy waddled obediantly over to Diacyn and flopped...well, onto him. His hearing was pretty good but...he couldn't tell where he was going from under the blanket. Wriggling a little, he slid off the owl and peeked from the blanket.
...blinkblinkblink. "....how can they jump on trees?" Voice curious, "They're humans. Humans shouldn't jump on trees..they'd BREAK.." Obviously, Diacyn knew everything. -_-;;
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2005 11:25 am
"What in the name of-... get off." Diacyn shoved Iamel good-naturedly to the side and off his lap. "Hmm." He wrinkled his nose, thinking. "I dunno, really." He'd jumped on a good amount of trees in his short lifetime, but that had mostly lead to falling and snow up his nose and Taylor banging her head against the wall. The whole thing didn't seem to work. "Well, it's a movie, so that bit's not real, I guess. Unless they've got invisible wings or something." Even THAT seemed like a pretty dumb idea- Taylor would call it a hypothesis- but it was all he had for now. "You have any ideas?"
Taylor didn't have the heart to tell them that it was all wires and blue screens and junk. Let them have their magic kung-fu. They'd figure it out soon enough.
Besides, she had better things to figure out, like who the "boy cat" was. "How old is he?" she asked Iamel. "Unless... you don't want to talk about it." She could see him blinking very fast to keep the tears back, and she knew how that felt. All horrible and knotted up inside. Poor Iamel.
"You can just watch the movie if you want." She was sure the boy knew that he shouldn't have hit Patrick and should be getting home sometime soon... for now, he was just looking for someplace safe and warm and friendly. And his "home" didn't seem to be working out right now.
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2005 11:30 am
"In the name of what, Diacyn?" He snorted faintly, snickering softly, "Shanuh? In the name of all that is shiny, there is a woodpecker!"
Sure, it was damned silly, but Iamel needed something to giggle about. He curled up next to Diacyn, eyes on the move, nose wrinkling. "...strings?" He suggested, shrugging, "Maybe they have a big dome and all the people are conencted to strings! That would be so cool! To be flying on a - the cat is older'n Patrick. Felt older anyway - string! It'd be so much fun."
An enthusiastic nod, his head peeking out slowly from the blanket.
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2005 12:49 pm
"Yeah, strings, probably. Little thin ones. Or maybe they've just got genetically engineered superstrong trees. I'd like to see some of those! Besides, who needs strings? We'll fly without them someday." He poked Iamel in the head (a little harder then strictly neccecary) and jokingly tried to steal the boy's hot chocolate. It was hot, so he didn't like it, but it was all about the challenge of whipping the cup out of Iamel's hands before he could be stopped.
"What I meant was, in the name of... well, I don't know, really. Just the first half sounded good. I like shiny. Or icy. In the name of all that is icy, uh... "
Apparently the creative phrase generator bit of his brain was broken.
Okay. So it was an older sort of cat boy. She didn't want to know where he had come from. Maybe a dead kitten... or a furry catnip mouse. If Akuti could be a horseshoe then anything was possible.
And... hold on.
Did Patrick like him?
Patrick had catboy boyfriend?
Holy cow.
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2005 6:49 pm
Iamel squealed at the poke to his head, body twisting to press his foot against diacyns chest. He slurped noisily at the hot chocolate, laughing and shoving at Diacyn with the foot, his little wings flapping under the blanket with a grumble.
"In the name of popsicles?" He asked helpfully, toes wriggling at Diacyns chest before he finished the hot chocolate. Successfull in keeping it from Diacyn, he stuck out his tongue, bright pink from the heated drink.
"She shut up." He paused, head craning to look at the shell shocked Taylor. "What?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2005 7:52 am
"Popsicles? Those are good." Diacyn grabbed Iamel's foot in a modified armlock and squeezed his (now slightly less frozen) big toe. "Ha. Got you now. In the name of feet, gimme your chocolate!" He grabbed for the cup again, finally got it, found it empty, and huffed with mock disapointment.
"Oh, her?" he added, looking over his shoulder at Taylor. "She does that when she doesn't know what's going on."
Taylor supressed a snicker at the antics of the two. "Diacyn, you don't even like hot chocolate. You moron." The boy did his best to look wounded, but Taylor knew he didn't really mean it. If he was truly upset she would be getting more then a sick-puppy look.
Curiosity got the better of her. "The cat-boy... did he appear like you guys did? Or what? And... is he really Patrick's... you know?"
Damn it all. Now she was going to giggle like a goddamned schoolgirl. So she pretended she was laughing at the birds again. Diacyn still had Iamel in a footlock and didn't look like he wanted to let go anytime soon. Where had he learned that one?
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2005 9:35 am
"I like popsicles," Iamel agreed with Diacyn, squeaking a little bit as his foot was grabbed and squeezed. His toes wriggled at the indignacy of being squeezed and tried to push their way up to post at Diacyns chin. "But my feet are in the name of themselves - wanna smell 'um?"
The woodpecker smirked alittle bit, leaning over to flick at Diacyns nose with a giggle. "You look like someone just ate your kitten. Oh yeah...Wait. Not a big deal for you." He stuck out his tongue a little bit before twisting his head to peer at Taylor once more.
"..yeah. He just had a tail an' ears and stuff. I told him Diacyn would eat him but I think he's too big." He huffs softly, nose wrinkling a little bit at the thought of Diacyn not being able to eat the kitty boy, "He was sleeping in his bed and I smelled him on my Shiniee..." A faint shrug, frowning a bit now. He doesn't like to remember stuff like that, damnit. T__T
So he turned his attention back to Diacyn and huffed, toes wriggling once more and pushing at him. "Lemme gooo~ That's my foot!"
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Posted: Tue Dec 20, 2005 7:48 am
"Too big?" Diacyn was offended. He could eat ANY cat he wanted, no matter what size or what precentage of human it had in it. He just had to tear it into smaller chunks first. Furrowing black-and-white eyebrows, he grabbed ahold of Iamel's big toe. "Your feet stink. And I am not gonna smell them. Here, take 'em back." He shoved Iamel's foot away so that the woodpecker was thrown off balance.
He bent backwards, glaring at Taylor upside-down. "You. Get us some popsicles."
"I don't have any popsicles, idiot. Have an ice cube." Taylor found an ice cube in the minifridge and threw it at Iamel. The owl deftly caught the flying chunk of ice between two fingers and proceeded to gnaw on it.
"Wierdo," Taylor muttered, turning back to her current task at hand, namely looking up Patrick's number in the phone book. She didn't mind having Iamel over- he kept Diacyn out of trouble and was really a lot of fun- she just figured that Patrick might be worried. Unless he was too busy with the catboy, but that was someplace she really didn't feel like going.
Frowning at the phone book- damn tiny printing- she blindly stuck her hand back in the minifridge freezer to get Iamel an ice cube (if Diacyn had one, he'd probably want one too). Her fingers brushed something very stiff and furry.
Holy ******** s**t. The kid was freezing mice???
"Diacyn? What the hell is this?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 20, 2005 9:37 am
"He's as big as my Shiniee, Diacyn. S'not like you could just claw at him and start gnawing. An' his shoulders are too wide to just swallow." Iamel blinked a little at Diacyns offendedness, squeaking once more and clutching onto the blanket and such around him to keep from falling onto his back.
"Fine." He stuck out his tongue almost childishly (even though he was technically a child, looking from anywhere from the five year old to the twelve year old range) out at Diacyn, small body curling back up under the blanket. His clothes had gone from being frozen to...just wet. And cold. The blanket was getting teh same way, but it was warm. "My feet are too cool for you to smellanyway."
Luckily for Taylor..Patrick was definately listed. Right at that moment he was trying to force his wounded boyfriend into bed and was praying right and left to a god he didn't believe existed that the birdlet had gone to Shanuhs place. He doubted Iamel knew where Diacyn lived.
The woodpecker was watching how they interacted, though, hidden in his little pile of half-sodden blanket and under his little feathery orange bands, blinking a few times. If he had ever demanded something of Patrick like that, he would've been ignored. Getting things from patrick meant manipulation and wheedling and loud demands of 'I want it!'...and never. EVER calling him 'you'.
"What'd you do this time?" His gaze went back to the ice-gnawing Diacyn, sounding curious and amused. "Freeze a kitten or something?"
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