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 Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2017 7:51 am
After a lot of messy paperwork and fake documentation, not to mention hiring a man from craigslist to pretend to be him for a meeting before he "went away on business," Arthur had secured the apartment he and Elanor once shared. A lot had happened in the time it had veen vacant and Arthur still occassionally caught a mouse in the attic or trying to sneak into the kitchen, but that was becoming more rare.
After that was done it was a lot of utilies, inspections, and purchasing appliances not to mention a new bed and furniture. After a while everything came together to th state of theor home now. He had made sure to include his daughter every step of the way and gave her most of the decor decisions.
In the downstairs living room, which once used to be the store he and Elanor ran, Arthur sat on the coffee table upon a cushion as he tapped at the computer to finish off another website for his job. He'd manage to get a nice website and portfolio set up and was pretty steady now.
The TV was going as he looked up to Mordred. "Did you want Chinese today?" He couldn't exactly cook so ordering out was a go to and the city had everything.
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2017 3:51 pm
Most normal 14 year olds had a nice home life. They had a room to themselves, typically a cell phone, maybe a computer, their own bed, a dresser, a desk. Clothes they picked out. School books. Items that reflected their hobbies. Normal 14 year old things. Up until she'd been adopted by the mauvian Arthur, the girl formerly known as Jane, Mordred had had nothing remotely resembling a normal 14 year old's life. She'd been living a vagrant, dropped out of school, and had a host of mental problems, (she still did but not AS BAD). Now she had a home. A bed. Clothes. Three meals, (if slightly questionable with nutritional value), a day, an online education course, and well- She had something close to normal again. Lacking friends now however sent her more often than not to be solitary and her main outlet was one her new guardian let flourish- reading. Her current favorites? Anything that was a satire about modern capitalism and it's pitfalls. The TV provided noise to an otherwise noiseless environment. Lounging on a small Ikea sofa, she looked up across the room towards her 'dad'. "It's too warm for fried greasy stuff. Better for something cold." She commented, wondering what she did like. "But not subway. Subway is boring."
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2017 5:02 pm
Humming to himself, he turning around on his back while on the table and leaned his head back to look over at her. "Sushi?" He said, his suggestions usually going down a set list of proteins. While he did let Mordred order many things, he usually didn't like ordering from places that didn't at least have one thing he liked.
And Sushi was pretty damn good.
"We could check to see if any new places are open that deliver." He stretched out until his back cracked and then released back to roll over.
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2017 5:07 pm
Setting her book down she set her gaze to the ceiling in thought, wondering what places had good sushi and if any would deliver. Because while most places were not too far, powering up to run over to get food was reckless and altogether a hassle. "Sushi sounds okay." Provided she was allowed to get those egg ones and tofu ones that were sweet rather than fishy savory. But- "Do you want to go out, or see if a place delivers?" She held up her pen to indicate, yes, she would power up to get food even if it was dangerous. It's not like living with a Mauvian posing a person wasn't.
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2017 5:36 pm
Rolling to his belly, he stretched once more before standing and jumping over to the couch. Crawling up her back, he draped himself over her shoulders and purred. "A walk out would be nice. I could use some fresh air and it should be cool by now. You ok being seen with a old man like me?" He teased.
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Posted: Sat Jul 01, 2017 8:21 pm
Mordred made a rather undignified snort as she got up, dusting off her clothes with one hand while the other went up to secure Arthur to her shoulder. Claws in her skin were no fun and the mauvian didn't deserve to be dropped. "I don't mind. You're nice." 'Unlike everyone else' was left unsaid, her distaste for social interaction still a tender spot with the girl. Carrying the cat on her shoulder, she moved carefully, picking up her satchel with one hand and eyeing the room. Make sure nothing was amiss. check for danger before you left. Paranoia might have lessened over the past few months, but Mordred's habits were proving difficult to break. Especially ones that gave her a measure of comfort. "Will you be okay being carried though? And jumping?" She'd carried him before, but not while jumping on roofs and over things.
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sun Jul 02, 2017 7:34 am
"Uh, well. I've been thinking about that. I want to be able to go on missions more, and I can't do that if I have to catch up. I can't jump as well as everyone else, and by the time I get there, a battle is already happening. Not that.....I'm good for much during them anyways. I just...want to be there for support and maybe spot when someone is sneaking something on you. I can at least do a last minute save if necessary. I just......want to be ...train?"
He wasn't sure how he could even be a better and more useful guardian. "I want to be there for you. I can't do that if I am falling behind. Maybe I should exercise more." His mind was wandering.
"We can try with me on your shoulders and if not I can go in the........the bag." He didn't like being in a bag.
"I'll try not to claw you."
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Posted: Mon Jul 24, 2017 5:06 pm
Mordred thought about it for a beat. Arthur really did not like the bag, plus, it was not fun trying to clean cat fur out of it, (even if it wasn't that much it was still cat fur in her bag). Also, he might whine or get poked by a pencil which also brought down the mood. "No bag." She decided, even if she'd take it for the sake of actually needing it. For things. "I... I'd like it if you could come with me when I'm out. It would be-" Safer. Comforting. Make her feel less alone. "-nice." "For now, lets get food and then we can talk shop? That's what you old folks call it right? Talking shop?" She teased him just a bit. "Okay so, lets get food, try not to tear up my shoulder and not have me drop you in an experiment if mauvians have nine lives or one because that's a big gable and I'm not in statistics yet much less algebra two." Taking a deep breath Mordred eyed the skyline. "Ready?"
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2017 7:59 am
"Got it and don't worry. A cat lands on his feet so if I fall I should be just fine."
Moving more closely, he moved his paws aeound her and held on. "Ready." He purred.
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Posted: Sat Sep 23, 2017 1:23 am
Spacewatch raised an eyebrow in perfect silent action asking 'Always on their feet You sure about that?' A hand on his paw to assure herself, she took a running start before leaping into the open air. Over and over again, she used momentum to keep moving, practice in her days running from monsters now having a more practical purpose. AKA, transport when you were 14 and had a cat for a guardian and no car and buses didn't run that often. Or late at night. When they finally arrived at the sushi place, Spacewatch was puffed up like a proud peacock, clearly pleased with jumping skills. "Nice." She said mostly to herself before looking at her fluffy companion. "Do we play the therapy cat trick and eat inside or order and get to-go? We can prop up my phone and people will just think I'm on a call with my-" Her voice stopped dead. "Maybe to-go is best."
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iStoleYurVamps
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