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 Posted: Fri May 14, 2010 8:47 pm
Valeriu could move quite fast when he wanted to. Especially once he took to the rooftops, throwing himself across the wide gaps without a single care or hesitation. Not anymore.
No. He was going to find Seamus, and get some answers from the elusive man, and then maybe grab dinner (and he no longer flinched at the thought, but embraced it, first timidly, then aggressively, refusing to hide the terrible secret any longer because without her, there was no point to it).
He landed heavily, on hands and feet, the concrete of the safehouse's rooftop no longer skinning his callused hands. Shaking the sting out of his wrists, he slunk past the rooftop door, taking the stairs two at a time as he made his way down, down, down to the renovated layers of the building.
"Seamus-" He growled, grumpily, as soon as he caught the man's scent, ready to deliver a long and sulky diatribe as to why he did not appreciate being avoided, but stepping through the doorway he found only Writ. His jaws clicked shut, eyes narrowing in suspicion.
"He already ran av'ay, didn't he?"
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Posted: Fri May 14, 2010 9:04 pm
"Looks like it." Writ had a pipe in his mouth, and was in the midst of lighting it when Vale came into the room.
He took a puff, "Never really was under the impression that he'd want to avoid you, I mean, you're such a charming guy and all." Writ smiled, "Funny kid though, glad to know that someone's causing you trouble when I'm not around to do it myself." He laughed.
"But anyway, long time no see, it's been what, six months since the last time we had a chat? I vaguely remember helping you move that" He pointed to the wicker couch, "Guess you couldn't keep it in the house, huh? I don't like saying I told you so, but I did...."
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Posted: Fri May 14, 2010 9:26 pm
"I am very charming," he defended, stepping more fully into the room once he realized there really was just Writ there. "So charming, that I must hide it. Is a very terrible situation, you see."
He scuffed a foot sullenly, irritated that Seamus had out-foxed him once again. "That man is a jerk." He grumbled, wandering over and stuffing his hands into his pockets to vent his grumpiness. "The Carnegies are terrible men. Do not let them tell you otherv'ise."
He grinned, though, deciding that he could always hunt down Seamus later.
"It has been a long time, da? I am glad to see that you all are using the safehouse." Valeriu knew in a heartbeat that it wasn't just Writ and Seamus who'd been here - that spicy scent, faint as it was, spoke of that girl from the marketplace. "V'hat v'ith the government doing the things it does." It was a good hiding spot in case any other houses were raided.
His eyes slid over to the couch, lighting up in pride as he wisped over to glory in it. "Yes, yes, you told me so. It lasted a v'eek before Tepin demanded something else," he explained, taking a seat and all too obviously enjoying the uncomfortable wicker weaves as he lounged.
"I v'on that bet, though. You owe me something for pushing your heavy carcasses all over the City."
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Posted: Fri May 14, 2010 9:48 pm
"Yeah yeah, I'll pay you back eventually." Writ waved the issue away with a hand, the smoke from his pipe swirled around his hand for a moment before escaping into the air.
"That trip hurt me just as much as it hurt you." Writ reasoned, "I don't know how you can just lie on that thing without snapping your neck. It's not a couch, it's a child hazard."
It was a couch of nightmares. Designed by furniture designers from hell. It was rather appropriate for Vale, especially with all the rumors flying around.
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Posted: Fri May 14, 2010 9:56 pm
Vale wrinkled his nose at the smoke, though he'd long-since learned to put up with it after he met Ciro.
The only downside was that it masked other smells. Smells he should have been alerted to the minute he walked into the room, or sat down on that couch. Smells that now rode beneath the smoke, trickling into his nose without arousing suspicion.
Bit by bit, Valeriu got more comfortable on the couch. He put his feet up; he kicked his shoes off; he breathed deeper and deeper as the smell of the smoke became more and more pleasant; he squirmed and sprawled and couldn't quite keep still for some reason, and his mind seemed suddenly as filled with smoke as Writ's pipe was.
"You are just jealous." He dismissed Writ's claim, bending his back over the arm of the couch as if boneless, a stupid smile spreading on his face. "It is a v'onderful couch. The best couch. I love this couch, and you are jealous because this couch v'ill never love you."
"That smoke smells good. V'hat is it made out of?"
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Posted: Fri May 14, 2010 10:34 pm
This may have been the first time that Writ had seen a legitimate smile on Vale's face. It was unnerving, his Cheshire smile. He looked away, just to see Vale stretch in ways that would break an ordinary man. It hurt to watch. He swore that he saw bones where they weren't supposed to be.
Way to go Vale. He thought to himself, You somehow managed to get a lot more creepy.
Nonetheless, he pressed the record button on his phone.
"You know, stuff." Writ answered, he took another puff.
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Posted: Fri May 14, 2010 10:45 pm
Valeriu loved this couch. So much. A sudden, keen adoration of this couch hit him, and shadows curled over his nails like claws as he scratched at the splintery wood to show his appreciation. He was purring before he realized it, rolling, rolling, rolling--
THUD.
Floor. On the floor. But he loved the floor, too!
"Stuff?" He snorted, peering lazily up at Writ from where he had his face pressed to the floor (and his back strangely arched), before his ears suddenly pricked up and his dilated eyes settled, unnervingly, on Writ's legs.
Valeriu could definitely move fast when he wanted to. Even when he was confined to the floor, unable to stand on his own two legs - he squirmed, launched, latched onto the two towers in an attempt to take them down, heels kicking determinedly at Writ's ankles as he fully circled around them.
"These things-!" he growled, though his kicks were nowhere near as strong as they normally were.
He was play-fighting Writ's legs, because they were the enemy, and the enemy must be taken down--!
How dare Writ have legs. How dare he.
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Posted: Fri May 14, 2010 11:29 pm
Aww. Writ thought, He's-
A pain shot up from his legs. Writ howled in pain, his ears up and alert. He didn't need to look down to see what happened...
Claws.
He grit his teeth, keeping himself from kicking Vale off of him. Writ reached down on kitty's head and started to scratch the back of his ears. If being part animal had taught Writ anything, animals love it when you hit the right spots.
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Posted: Fri May 14, 2010 11:46 pm
These freaking tall legs--how dare Writ have them--!
Valeriu's socked feet weren't making much headway against Writ's impenetrable jeans, but his claws were doing better. He was winning, he knew, and soon they would bow down before him--
And then, like a gift from heaven, someone was scratching his ears. He vaguely realized that that someone was Writ, and also vaguely realized that he was high as a kite and that this was possibly the most humiliating moment of his life, but more than anything he loved those pets, almost as much as he loved the couch, and more than he loved the floor.
Clawsies turned to hugs as he slumped over, purrs rumbling through the room, and he decided that Writ's legs weren't so bad, really. He even released the cuff of Writ's jeans from the strangle-hold his teeth had on it (another hole added to the worn things).
"L'eetle to the left," he muttered, muffledly, and the words were hard to form, as if he didn't know how to speak at all, accent laid on thick like it was when he was six, seven, and just starting to grasp English. "Yes, yes, you are good friend ee'f you go left--"
Of course Writ would want to be a good friend.
"V'e should be blo-blo-blo'v--" He couldn't get the word just right, and gave up, tail swishing to and fro as he gave a few more half-hearted kicks at Writ's ankles. "More booms. Ee't v'as fun."
He decided, then and there, that he loved Writ's legs just as much as he loved the couch, and entwined himself around them in a vague figure-eight shape, so that they could never, ever leave him.
"Your feet smell funny." The comment drifted up, blissfully, because his nose was settled somewhere close to Writ's right heel. "Show-sho'v-bath ee's good for you, yes?"
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 10:05 pm
Writ felt his legs leak blood. It was only a flesh wound, Vale wasn't as strong high; but it still stung even after the kitty man stopped bothering them. He grit his teeth and fought through the pain, rubbing Vale's ears and recording every second of his potentially embarrassing, drug induced antics.
This was totally going on the internet somehow, Writ could just imagine it now. Vale would totally blow away all those kitten videos on Youtube.
"Yeah Vale, we'll make the buildings go boom again." Writ said, babying the grown man that currently had his legs in a bind.
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 10:12 pm
"Good, good," he purred, and decided that Writ himself was not so bad, not if he had such legs like these. Sure, Ciro had ranted and raved over the evil's of Writ, but if he had these legs then surely he could do no wrong?
There was a tickling in the back of his mind, a whispery screaming, that said that Writ could, and had, done plenty wrong. This had happened before - in fact, this had happened many times, before. Tepin, and the twins -- he knew this light-headed delight.
"You drugged me!" he declared, epiphany hitting him with a clunking eureka! "You, you--" He tried to sputter in afront, tried to let Writ have a piece of his mind.
He giggled instead, deep and rough and at least sounding slightly more manly than what giggle usually connotated. It evolved into laughing, as he released Writ's legs to roll onto his back on the floor, sprawled out without a care.
"a*****e!"
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 10:38 pm
"Drug-?" Writ put on a perplexed expression on his face, and his tone followed suit, "Vale, what are you talking about? I'm just standing here all freaked out at you coming on to me. I swear, you've fallen in love with my legs."
When Vale went down in a fit of giggles, Writ laughed along with him, though his laughter was a bit more on the evil side. He turned off the cell phone, video in hand. It seemed that the adorable factor was beginning to wear off kitty.
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 10:47 pm
"You are a lying, a lying, a lying--" Metaphors did not come easily to him right now. "A lying liar!"
Who lied.
He broke into a new fit of laughter, attempting to stand back up and failing miserably, making it halfway to his knees before he slid sideways, staggering.
"Liar," he asserted, swallowing another hiccup of giggles and attempting to wind his drunken path back to the couch. "You, and Seamus, and ******** catnip--"
He stopped, tripped, stumbled and stopped again, looking aghast at his beloved couch as he realized exactly where the catnip was hidden.
"You--!" he spun around in outrage, pointing an accusatory finger at Writ, only to stumble and fall back, snorting giggles.
"Hate you, so much," he muttered, sliding along the floor back to Writ's legs, the only trustworthy things left in this world. "You are a jerk, that v'as my couch you have stuffed v'ith the n**--"
"No, no, you just shut your face! I v'ill not talk to you anymore! It v'ill just be me and Lefty and Righty." He curled sullenly back around Writ's legs, though making sure to give the cold sholder to Writ himself.
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 10:57 pm
It was time to see if Writ would make a good ventriloquist. He took on a psudo-Mickey-Mouse voice and tried to see if he could keep his lips from moving. He shook his right leg a little and said,
"Don't call Writ a jerk, he's a really nice guy!"
Writ shook his left leg, putting on a deeper voice, "Yeah, we've lived with him for a while now, and we always have fun!"
It wasn't much, but Writ figured that a high Vale would give a crap.
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 11:01 pm
Valeriu was quickly revising his opinion of Writ's legs, scowling and tail puffing obstinately.
The fact that legs couldn't talk currently escaped him at the moment.
"No, no, you are wrong! Writ is a jerk - he drugged me! How is that not a jerk thing to do?"
Valeriu was right, and these feet were wrong. To prove his point, he slapped Lefty down with the palm of his hand, batting at the foolish leg determinedly.
Lefty would obey, because Valeriu was the boss.
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