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 Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2011 6:44 pm
It had taken Nathan a long time to notice that Dogby wasn't in the house. It occurred to him, slowly, that his father, though mentioning that he was going on some sort of business trip, had not gone through a list of Dogby related daily activities. There was no sign of her favorite toy or her bowl, either.
Either someone had kidnapped her and hadn't actually wanted anything valuable when breaking into the home, or she had run off on her own with a little knapsack over her shoulder, Snoopy style.
Actually, those were probably not the only choices.
Nathan finally found the note a few days later, and looked at it with a frown. Yvette was taking care of the dog, and there was an address listed. Why did he knew that name? He wasn't sure, he hassled a lot of people and names tended to get lost in the flow of things.
He left after that, to go pay this dog sitter a visit. Say thank you, in his 'special' way. Or just hassle her about not having any life at all, if someone could just dump their dog on her without any worries. Hell, it was clear Tony trusted her more than he did his own son. Sure, that was for good reason, but that didn't mean it failed to piss Nathan off.
So it was that he arrived at Yvette's house, and almost knocked on the door when he spotted her just nearby, walking the dog in question.
"Hey," he barked gruffly, in his angriest tone, "that's my dog."
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2011 7:24 pm
Ignorance was bliss. Especially this morning where a boy decided to visit her at her home unexpectedly. Had Yvette known about this visit ahead of time, she would have been fretting during the whole walk with the little Dogby. Instead, she was blissfully ignorant and fully able to enjoy the walk down to the dog park and back. By the time she had made it back to her neighborhood, the corgi was panting heavily, though she still seemed to have that infamous Dogby smile on her face.
The short girl honestly didn't live in the best part of town. The houses were shoddy, many of the front yards were bare, and the other yards had dying lawns. Her own yard was a combination of the bare and the dying and the house itself looked like it was in need of many external repairs. There was a tree towards the edge of the yard, but it looked as if some sort of outside force had tried to pull it out of the ground before.
Despite how poor the area looked, it was what Yvette knew. She walked down the sidewalk with Dogby waddling along at a leisurely pace.
That was until someone shouted in their direction. Dogby's large ears perked up and the Corgi ended up looking in the boy's direction. Oh, she knew this one, her nose recognized that smell! Despite how little energy she seemed to have just prior, the Corgi soon enough was pulling against the leash the girl was holding, practically choking herself with excited pants.
"Dogby?" Glancing to the voice, she soon enough saw a face she didn't want to see. She literally froze in place the moment she saw Nathan, leaving poor Dogby to essentially continue to pull against the leash.
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2011 11:29 am
Dogby was very eager to give anyone her love. She did know that Nathan was her master's son, though the exact word escaped her. He was always at the house, though he didn't like to pet her and he didn't spend time with her like Tony did. He smelled similar, though, and she loved him anyway.
She tried to reach him, but her new friend's leash kept her from rushing over to him.
Good, Nathan thought, watching them. He didn't want Dogby to slobber all over him, anyway. Not that she was particularly slobbery. She was very sweet, and liked to give kisses, but she seemed to have some modicum of control over her dribbling. Or maybe she was just so small, her tongue was likewise incapable of making a big mess. Everything about her was tiny and cute.
"Yeah, that's my dog. What are you doing, stealing her?" He knew very well what she was doing, but he could scare her a little bit. It was his favorite thing to do, hassling people. And he knew already that Yvette didn't like him, now that he had remembered her. His goal, he clearly recalled, was to make her cry.
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2011 11:45 am
Nathan was doing a very good job at achieving his goal. Perhaps too good a job. The bridge of her nose was already starting to turn red as she felt the tears trying to push their way out of her eyes. "...I... I didn't... b-but Mr. Darrow..." she whimpered out lamely. Her feet were still stuck in place as if she had suddenly filled her shoes with several pounds of concrete.
It was unfortunate for the tormentor that someone else was home at the moment. That someone almost seemed to have a radar for knowing when his daughter or his wife were about to cry. And right now that radar was going crazy. It also didn't help that they had thin walls and he could hear all of the accusations being tossed out in a cruel manner.
The front door swung open, and a rather tall strong-looking man stepped out. His vivid purple eyes narrowed as they focused in on what he felt was a brat bothering his daughter. In a booming voice, he asked "Is there something I can help you with, young man? Is there a reason why you are bothering my daughter?"
Dogby seemed to shrink back slightly at the tone of the man's voice. That wasn't a good voice.
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2011 12:16 pm
Nate watched as her face began to grow red, knowing the threat of tears when he saw it. She was a very easy target, and he was not a picky guy. He didn't mind earning annoyance or tears from people the hard way, pushing them until they finally reacted to him, just because he could. But he also liked it when it was as simple as this.
He was a jerk, mostly, and would take the 'rewards' for being so any way he could get them.
He all but jumped out of his skin, without outwardly reflecting it, when the doors to the house were suddenly thrown open and a strong, loud voice filled the air. Uh oh. He knew that tone. That was angry dad tone. That was about to get chased off the lawn with some kind of weapon being waved behind him tone.
He looked back at the house.
"That's my dog," he grunted back, folding his arms over his chest stubbornly, "and I was just trying to get it back. You got a problem with that, pops?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2011 11:37 am
Yvette's nose sniffled a bit, but despite this, she couldn't help but lean over and scoop up the now cowering Dogby up from the ground to hold her baby-style. The corgi seemed to shove her face into hiding against the girl's chest.
Daddy had heard everything.
And Daddy wasn't very good at dealing with boys. There was a reason why Yvette had never invited Topher over to her place. Even though Topher was a good boy and would never do anything bad, Daddy would have still been rather mean to him.
Mr. Darrow's son didn't get the same sort of warning.
In fact, now he was facing the bull-headed man straight on, and with an attitude that stank worse than Limburger Cheese.
Alan stepped forward a few large steps, easily making his way to standing right in front of the boy. He grabbed the boy by the collar of his shirt and lifted, as if he was about to lift the boy off of the ground with a single arm. Due to his height, he had to stoop over slightly to get his eyes on the same level as this boy's.
"My daughter and family were asked by Mr. Darrow to watch over his dog for a while. So yes... I have a problem with your request, punk!"
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 4:49 pm
To say Nate was surprised was an understatement. He was startled, and fairly intimidated. None of that showed on his face, though. When he was in danger, he locked up and gave in to his cockiness. He grinned broadly at the man that was now holding him up off the ground with his big, meaty hands.
"Hello, pops," he said, dark eyes sharp, "you're wrinkling my clothes."
He debated his chances. Swing and see what happened? he had a feeling it would be like punching a wall.
Nate knew this information. He knew that his dad had given Dogby to Yvette to care for, because of the note he had left. He growled, kicking his feet a bit, testing the man's hold. Very solid. Well, it wasn't like he had anything to lose. He was a senshi, and he wasn't Danger for no reason.
He jerked his arm up suddenly and swung for Alan's head. Hello, assault. He'd claim self defense if he had to. If he wasn't either pounded into a puddle or running half way across town, of course.
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 5:39 pm
Though the man holding the barely legal boy was definitely older, he also relied on his body to earn his income. He might not have had the speed he used to have in his younger days, but he was sturdy to say the least.
It almost felt like a classic fight scene moment when the punk swung at Alan. All the man had to do was lean his head towards one side slightly, and all the boy hit was a very thickly muscled neck. After getting a concussion from that strange monster about a year ago, he was a bit more protective of his head. "Oh, so you imagine yourself to be a tough guy, huh?" There definitely was something a bit dangerous in tone in the man's voice.
Having something meant especially for the tough guys, Alan merely began to walk towards his truck, still carting the boy along with him. However, before he could get to the bed of his vehicle, his dark-haired daughter began to tug along the sleeve of his flannel.
"...I'msorryDaddy,butIdon'tthinkthatMisterDarrowwouldlikeyouchasingafterhissonwithasledgehammer..."
The man glanced down to his daughter who still looked as if she was on the verge of tears, easily catching the fact she wasn't even able to look him in the eyes. "Are you saying this brat..." He shook at the boy's collar a bit to jostle him in the air a bit "...is Mr. Darrow's son, Sweetie Pie?"
She nodded her head a bit, and while still not looking Daddy in the eyes, she lamely offered "...I-i invited him over to visit Dogby... h-he just has a r-really weird sense of humor..."
Grudgingly, the man let go of the boy's shirt collar, letting him fall wherever he may. "You are too nice for your own good, Pumpkin!" He gave her a kiss on the top of her head, then glared at the intruder. With his pointer and middle fingers extended, he then gave Nate the universal I've got my eyes on you signal. With that, the man began to retreat to the house.
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Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2011 12:12 pm
Nate was a little ruffled when his attack missed, to say the least. He tried not to visibly swallow hard: it would ruin his person reputation. But he was nervous. His hand had met the guy's neck and it felt like punching a wall made up of condensed foam or something. It only had the impression of being soft: it was solid and unyielding when he struck it.
Not a good sign, in a fight.
He grinned at the story Yvette was feeding the giant walking muscle. He nodded his head along with it, not losing his cocky look. Of course his hand was still gripping Alan's arm, the one that was attached like a clamp to Nate's shirt. He was more nervous than he let on, but he forced himself to keep his cool.
Always cool.
"Yeah, poops," he offered, mostly unhelpfully as his voice always had that quality of pissing people off further. It was probably because he never actually wanted to diffuse anger directed at him: it was what he lived for. He dropped to the floor when released, straightening his shirt, watching the guy leave. His eyes shifted over to Yvette.
"Can't stand the sight of blood, huh?" he said, grinning, feeling a rush of adrenaline. He knew that he would have been pummeled into the floor if she hadn't stepped in there. But he hadn't, so things were just fine.
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Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2011 3:11 pm
If Yvette was the sort to kick a boy, she totally would have just now. This boy was so aggravating, unable to even realize how much trouble he had just been in. However, she didn't kick him. She thought about it, but that was about it. Instead, she stood there holding the Dogby who was still just a bit withdrawn due to all of the negative energies that had been bouncing about just a few moments earlier.
While keeping her eyes on the dog's face, the girl didn't seem to respond to the half-question the boy asked after Daddy had cleared out of the area. Yet, eventually she commented "...Daddy doesn't usually listen to me when it comes to boys... I... I think he only stopped because you're Mr. Darrow's son..." It was part of the reason why she hadn't invited any of her guy friends, or even her sorta-kinda-boyfriend over. Daddy didn't listen to reason usually when it came to boys. It was almost like chasing after those boys with a sledgehammer down the street was some sort of sport to him.
With a single finger, she began to scratch under the corgi's chin.
"C-can... can you please just leave?" She could have easily come up with many different reasons why he needed to leave, yet none of them seemed to be coming to mind, leaving her request without any sort of reasoning behind it.
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Posted: Fri Oct 21, 2011 2:05 pm
Nate rolled his eyes at that. There was no way he was going to accept that he had been kept out of getting his face bashed in just because he was related to the town librarian. But if they were friends, then it would make sense. Whatever, it didn't matter to Nate: just the end fact was important. He hadn't gotten punched.
Good times.
Dogby let out a content noise as Yvette scratched at her chin, nuzzling against her. She was comforted by the attention, and glad all the yelling and anger was over. Dogby was the least aggressive dog on the planet and likely didn't know how to growl, let alone ever felt the need to.
She'd much rather run and hide or cuddle.
Nate considered Yvette's request. "See, you put me in a weird place. 'Cause I want to get out of here, and I'm bored, but now that you asked I know that you want me to. And if you hadn't guessed, that kinda makes me want to stay."
He grinned at her teasingly. He was messing with her for the sake of it, but he did want to beat it out of there before her dad came back out.
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Posted: Fri Oct 21, 2011 5:07 pm
Dogby's presence definitely helped Yvette calm down slightly. Very slightly. So super very slightly. However, slightly was better than nothing. And that so super very slightly calmness was just what the girl needed to actually spout out a legitimate reason why he should go.
"...I need to get ready for work... a-and... I don't want to be late... s-s-s-so i-if you stay, it's just going to be Daddy and Dogby here..."
His somewhat cruel smiles were completely missed, since Yvette's eyes had totally fallen on the only comfort she had at the moment who was in her arms busily adoring the chin scratches. However, even without seeing them, she still felt the effects of them. Why did this boy have to be so mean?
"...p-please... can you leave?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2011 2:04 pm
Nate wasn't sure he liked the idea of staying with the girl's dad.
"I think you're moving too quick," he countered, "already having me meet the parents? We need to slow down, take some time to get to know one another." He grinned at her. In his head, the idea of dating anyone would probably flip the girl out, though he vaguely remembered her being with a boy the last time he had tried to make her cry. So maybe she did have a boyfriend, but he doubted it was anything more than a grade school type deal. Holding hands. Hanging out.
And she was still probably not going to like him pretending to hit on her, right?
"Alright, alright. But don't get my dog killed. Did Tony tell you she's allergic to some stuff? You feed her wrong and she'll die." He was a liar, but had no intention of setting things straight. Why not make life a little harder than it needed to be? That was basically his goal in every interaction he had with people. Even his few friends.
He waved his hand over his shoulder and turned to head off, whistling nonchalantly as he did so. Apparently he wasn't going to stop and tell her what these allergies might be, though they didn't really exist.
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2011 4:28 pm
3.
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Yvette's face was bright red. He was obviously teasing her, but it didn't make it any less embarrassing that he was implying that they were dating or something equally as ridiculous.
"I... I didn't ask you to come over... you... you..." She was trying to find the right insult, but when she found it wasn't coming to mind, she just shouted out (in her tiny voice) the first thing to come to mind. "...you meanie head!" Yes, Yvette had a very limited knowledge of good insults.
Unfortunately, the boy then spouted out something that got her attention pretty quickly. Allergies. If there was one girl who knew how bad allergies could be, it was Yvette. She had to go to the hospital last year because she accidentally set off her allergies. "...but... I've only been feeding her the brand of food that Mr. Darrow gave us to feed her..." she whimpered miserably before then attempting to catch up to the boy, fingers timidly attempting to tap him on the shoulder.
"...what is she allergic to?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 12:03 pm
Nate laughed as he heard her calling him a meanie head, though he was walking away at that point. It was certainly not the worst thing he had ever been called. In fact, it was probably one of the best things he had heard recently. So he might have thanked her.
If he were the kind of guy to thank anyone for anything.
"I dunno," Nate said, not expecting her to follow after him. Wasn't she leashed to the house or something, with that big guy keeping an eye on her all the time? He wondered if he was going to come barrelling out again and break Nate's face, for stealing his daughter or something.
Some parents were ridiculous.
"I dunno. If Tony didn't tell you, then I guess he doesn't think you have to worry about it. I'm sure it'll be fine." He grinned at her, tilting his head to the side as he walked, not breaking stride. And he was tall: he could cover some ground if he wanted to.
"Though you might want to make sure she's not eating everything off the ground..." Which Dogby did have a habit of doing. She was very much like a goat.
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