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 Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 9:47 pm
((Village thread is occupied atm so new thread.))
"Who would want to watch a boring show where no one did anything?" She asked, shrugging her shoulders somewhat.
It didn't take them long to reach the entertainment room, and thankfully no one was there at the moment either. The moment she got into the room, Antony took the oppertunity to sprawl and take over the couch in front of the television. "Pick a movie," the squirrel woman stated while stretching her arms up over her head and yawning.
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 10:22 pm
Chert blinked at the vast army of movies. He'd poked his head into the room before, but hadn't realized what a miserable glut of DVD's there were until forced to choose one. Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid held his attention for a moment, but he passed it over in favor of Die Hard. He peered over his shoulder and held up the case for inspection.
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 10:28 pm
Antony frowned and shook her head, "Not in the mood for Bruce today unfortunately." She sat up somewhat in order to gloss over the DVDs closest to her, grinning brightly when she found one they'd probably both enjoy. A real classic. "How about Indiana Jones?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 10:32 pm
Chert's eyes lit up. "Raiders of the Lost Ark?" The first and the best, in his opinion.
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 10:36 pm
"Sounds lovely," she echoed, slouching back down as she pointed to its location, "Pop 'er in."
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 10:49 pm
Chert quirked an eyebrow at the command, but complied before flopping onto the floor with his back comfortably supported by the couch. A red "x" flickered in and out in the top corner of the screen when he tried to use the remote to try and persuade the stubborn technology to skip the boring parts (FBI warning, copyright information, blah blah blah...). "Damnit," he muttered to himself. What was the use of having a remote if the TV wouldn't do what you told it to do? It shouldn't be able to pick and choose commands what to follow.
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 10:54 pm
"What, don't even want to fight me for a portion of the couch?" She huffed in mock offense, reaching over to ruffle his hair like she had done the morning after the Billy attack. Even she remembered how that had irked him.
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 11:03 pm
The sudden ruffle-attack drew a growl of protest from Chert. He jerked to the side (not before she'd managed to tease the hair on one side of his head into a mess) and instinctively reached out to catch the offending hand. "If you're not careful, I'll sit on you."
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 11:06 pm
He caught her hand before she could move it away and she made a dismissive noise at his threat. "I'd like to see you try," she commented as her tails twitched at the sound of the growl.
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 11:16 pm
"Oh yeah?" he inquired casually. Without much warning, he used his grip on her wrist to try and draw her down to the floor while simultaneously scrambling up to claim the space she occupied. "Maybe I want to whole damn couch."
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 11:22 pm
Antony let out a surprised yelp of sorts as she went tumbling off the couch, somehow managing to 'bounce' back onto her feet, or rather all fours. She blinked, unsure of what had just happened before she heard his claim to victory. "Oh, I'm not that easy," she smirked, eyes evaluating the situation before she simply sat on his stomach.
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 11:28 pm
Chert hadn't been expecting her to rebound so quickly, so he let out a startled "oof!" when she claimed her new seat. This was an unforseen occurence- the tables had been turned. "Geroff!" he demanded, shifting his weight underneath in an effort to dump her back onto the floor. It was his couch now, and he wasn't sharing it without a fight.
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 11:35 pm
She had been expecting him to try and rid himself of her, so she grabbed a handful of his shirt and held on for dear life. The squirrel kept her balanced as if she were simply on a tree branch during a windy day, and they couldn't very well fall out of the tree now could they?
So Antony squirmed, attempting to shift herself onto all fours atop him for better leverage.
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Posted: Sat Apr 01, 2006 12:56 am
Chert's attempts to simply tip Antony over were failing spectacularly. He'd managed to wedge one of his shoulders into the crack between the seat cushions and the back of the couch, which hindered his severely hindered the rocking motion he'd tried to utilize to throw her over the side. Things were not looking good. It was the perfect time for an under-handed trick. While Antony's hands were occupied with his shirt, his fingers darted up nimbly to tickle her exposed stomach.
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Posted: Sat Apr 01, 2006 1:02 am
Things were looking good, and she gave a premature gloat before a undoubtably girly noise escaped from Antony's lips. Her eyes went wide and she immediately moved to try and keep his fingers away from her stomach. All the while she was squirming almost violently in attempts to escape the tickling, but Antony's legs were tightly holding onto him for dear life. "Cheater!" She gasped between un-Antony like sounds.
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