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 Posted: Sat Dec 09, 2006 2:10 pm
Huzzah ~ <3
A private arpee for Lady_Ourania's Constantine and Lady_Asherah's Wyatt... get permission from one of us before posting, ne?
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 9:57 pm
He was never particularly one to think. If Wyatt ever did have a thought on his mind, it normally ended up being rather... well, frankly, he was idiotic... therefore, his contemplations weren't often better.
The canine-like anthro was on his stomach, head buried in a pillow he had recieved from Eridanus only minutes earlier. He was tired... and... on a bench. Yes, a bench... in the town. Once again... Wyatt did not equal the most intelligent individual. He remained quiet each time a homeless man would pass by and complain about wanting their 'bed' back.
Wyatt had a warm place to stay, but he didn't want to move... oh no, definately not. He may have been... nearly asleep, but his legs were already there... without a sign of coming back to him unless he moved... sometime... eventually.
Meaning... not now.
He breathed in and out slowly, wolf ears tweaking... trying to convince him that they heard Jamie screaming at a certain cat anthro blocks away.
He glanced up... and, when the small male came to the sudden realization that the other wasn't behind him... he placed his face right back into the pillow.
"Mmmm..." he murmured gently, rolling over onto his side silently.
His tail curved quietly, and Wyatt had forgotten that he had yet to remove his glasses. Oh, but dear lord... he did not want to. Much too tired... and he missed Constant-Turd... no, he was not having a problem 'going,' it was more along the lines of he missed his wolfie.
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 10:31 pm
As though summoned by Wyatt's thoughts, a black limousine came into view, its windows tinted and its driver trying to appear suave despite the apparent boredom etched in his features.
Constantine rested quietly in the back of the lengthy vehicle, nearly hissing angry words into his cell phone as the intercom that he used to direct his driver blipped into static life.
"There's a bend right up around here, sir. Fairly sharp. Make certain to have a firm hold on any refreshments."
"What do you mean he refused to take the deal?" The wolf snarled, gripping the champagne flute hard enough to cause a crack to slither up one side of the glass. "He's against the ropes with no hope of recovering: He has to know that this is his last chance to make a profit before we tug his business right out from under him."
The anxious buzz of apologetic explanation made his lip curl, and it took all the willpower he had not to pace around the interior of the limo. "Well then make him understand." The wolf cut in, snapping the phone shut and clenching it for a moment, white-fisted as though he intended to toss it through the window pane. He might have actually done so, had he not glanced out the clear obstacle a second before and spotted a certain uke reclining with a pillow on a bench.
Golden eyes widened as he dropped the phone and fumbled around for the intercom button. "Stop the car. Now."
The limousine lurched to the right, pulling over with perfect grace into a no parking zone and hovering like an anxious insect.
"Problem, sir?"
"Not at the moment. I'll be going out for a bit, keep the engine running." He carefully opened the door, sliding out of the seat and coming to a stand out in the open air. The wind was crisp with an underlying chill that caused him to tighten the collar of his jacket even as he carefully avoided stepping on anything as unsavory as chewed gum on his way to the bench.
"I take it you decided on this spot yourself," Constantine said gruffly once he'd come within hearing distance, hands stuffed protectively in his jacket while the carnelian scarf around his neck offered partial protection for his mouth. The section of town Wyatt had stranded himself in wasn't the cleanest, and the creeping sensation of perspiring skin underneath his layers of clothing assured him that he would have to shower upon arriving back at his home.
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 3:45 pm
Canine ears flinched twice, trying to assure Wyatt that he had not been inaccurate the first time. Constantine was most definately the one who spoken.
Nothing could have possibly gotten the wolf anthro up at the particular moment... except for this. He snapped into sitting position with quiet, confused eyes. The azure color looked Constantine over for a moment and a gentle smile was offered in the wolf's direction. "Benches are nice~" he forced himself to hold back two actions... one of which was to scratch at an itchy ear with his foot, the other was to hug Con until he went into a Wyatt's-love-coma. Which... was highly unlikely.
Or was it...? Connie was oftly afraid of germs... a coma may not be that suprising.
Wait... itchy...? His mind wandered back to the two forbidden actions...
Oh dear lord... did Wyatt get fleas? Maybe all the ear-tweaking from earlier had just tickled him and now he needed to scratch...? Yes, that had to be it...
He rested a tired head on his hand before raising a slender brow at Con and smiling again, quickly pulling his chin away from the skin on his own palm. "Why are you out here?" he questioned, tilting his head quietly and happily. "Out for a... limo-tour?" the male frowned, "in this icky part of the city?"
Wyatt's ears flattened quietly as he blinked at the other wolf male, considering his earlier question over again for a short moment before he came to the realization that he truly hadn't given the best reply. "Decided on this spot by myself...? Bah, no... Eridanus said I should stay out here ~ something about getting away from a PMSing bunny rabbit..." he shrugged his shoulders. "Ne, Connie... what's PMS?"
Was it a type of mail delivering company...? God... Wyatt truly was an idiot... and...
Crap... that wasn't the best response to Con's question either...
He knew it... so decided to say nothing more unless Constantine seemed like he wanted to hear more stupid vocalizations.
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Posted: Sun Dec 31, 2006 5:26 pm
"I'm backpedaling from a business deal gone sour," Constantine replied airily, his warm breath causing phantasmal wisps of white to leak out of the top of his dark scarf. "I was driving there to... convince a potential partner that he was being ridiculous. Unfortunately, it seems as though he's already on a plane to Madrid in hopes of repairing his empire on his own..." He paused, recognizing that any bitter intonations he made were likely floating over Wyatt's head. "Regardless, I asked the driver to go through this part of town to give me time to think. I'd forgotten how lacking in charm it was."
The steady hum of the engine behind him assured the seme that he could hop into the vehicle at any time and retreat back to his home. Constantine was still grinding his teeth at Chilton's (the director he'd been badmouthing in the car) second wind, but he knew that even this setback would not stop the annexation from taking place. The wolf ran a gloved hand through his hair, the charcoal-colored strands becoming threaded with purple when the street lamp clicked on above them and flooded the area with champagne-colored light. "Rabbit... hm. Suffice to say that if he is indeed suffering from an affliction even somewhat similar to 'PMS,' then it would be wise to keep away for the time being. You needn't know the sordid details."
Really, the wolf wasn't even positive that he knew the details, but he'd be damned before he said such to the constantly-clueless Wyatt. PMS wasn't something that he had to cope with often in his daily life: Even the majority of his rapidly turned-over secretaries had been male.
"You shouldn't be out here alone." He said finally, glancing up at the bruising sky as the sun left the moon to its nightly dance. "I can drive you home, at the very least. Even a cranky bunny is preferrable to an impromptu knifing."
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Posted: Sun Dec 31, 2006 5:42 pm
Aaah... the joys of buisness to a pea-brain. Wyatt's confused look had not quite yet left his features, the canine opened his mouth to speak, but was quickly interrupted when Con began his explanation as the answer to an earlier inquiry about 'PMS'. The wolf anthro offered a smile when Connie completed his vocalization, covering his mouth as he let out a soft giggle. Of course, the small laugh probably wouldn't have been loud anyhow, had he not muffled in, considering how cold the canine currently felt... it was a little hard to focus and announce things in his usual loud voice.
"... Mmm... but I don't wanna go home..." He stared at Constantine for a short moment with quiet and innocent eyes. Worried...? Perhaps... or at least, the other wolf did seem like it. But maybe Wyatt was wrong -- that seemed to be the case often in such situations.
His ears twitched gently, body wanting to at least do something. "Thank you though~" He smiled and shook off like a canine that had gotten soaked -- though the wolf wasn't wet at all really. There was no way he could get wet... the sky was completely clear, so unless he had gone pee, which was highly unlikely, or a fairy had come and sprinkled watery fairy dust on him, even more unlikely, Wyatt was dry.
The anthro leaned forward quietly, hugging his knees to himself as he tried to think of something else to say...
But he was a little brain-dead, and it always seemed to work when he was around Constantine...
Wait... had he just called him... Connie without being shred apart...? The wolf looked confused again rather hastily, eyebrows raising in interest.
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Posted: Mon Jan 01, 2007 12:55 am
His mind was occupied with thoughts of eviscerating Chilton through rustic and somewhat outlawed means. How dare that lower level fool do anything to compromise the deal he'd been organizing, even though it would ultimately do very little but slow the descent of the axe hanging above the director's head. It would come down regardless, with enough force to neatly sever the brain from the body, and Constantine could pick and choose from there.
Wyatt's refusal drew him back into the present, the beginnings of his unpleasant smile wilting slightly, snapped off from the base. "It's late." He argued curtly, not feeling as though much else needed to be said on the matter. The section of town they dallied in was known for its less than friendly look on outsiders, and that was unquestionably what they were. Perhaps he was the more apparent foreigner in the expensive, designer clothing that he hadn't bothered to pick out himself. It was lucky that he was slightly more imposing than Wyatt, but looks alone would only cause the smaller brigands to shy away: Those who were more clever or desperate would not be so simply dissuaded.
Body language on his end was strained, his tail held aloft so that it wouldn't brush the ground while his claws sliced the silky interior of his pockets into ribbons. On top of thoughts which busily murdered Chilton, the surroundings were making him sweat.
Wyatt's wide-eyed, bewildered expression made him reconsider what he had said; then, upon finding nothing fault-worthy in his statement, he scoured even further back to uncover what had the uke so startled.
Ah, that. 'Connie.'
"Hmph," He took a step back towards the car, his lips pressed deeply into his scarf as they were marred with the frown that so often graced them. Despite the heavy threading of his coat and the layers underneath, the wolf felt suddenly exposed to the chill. "Well..." He started reluctantly, brows drawing down in confused annoyance. "You're welcome to do as you please, including contracting frostbite or managing any gibbering derelicts that meander by."
The driver was watching him curiously through the tinted windows, his gaze turning back towards the road when Constantine's sharp look broadsided him.
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Posted: Mon Jan 01, 2007 2:46 am
"Wait..." Wyatt hopped to his feet in a hurry, legs bringing him quickly to the spot located right in front of Constantine. He stared bewildered at the other wolf. "... I didn't want'cha to go when I didn't say anything..." his ears flattened. As a matter of fact, it was the complete and utter opposite... he just didn't want to say anything too stupid that would most definately cause the other male to leave. But then, this part of the city probably wasn't very comfortable to Connie, so maybe that was another reason to be on his way. Of course, none of these reasons were good enough for Wyatt to just stand by and watch the other anthro hop into an... expensive car and take off.
He closed his eyes and clapped two hands infront of his own face, holding them there for a moment as though apologetically. "I'm really, really sorry! My brain is the size of a soy nut! Which is really small... and... dry." He revealed one azure orb to see whether or not he might simply be swatted away.
Wyatt felt like Con simply hated him... and normally if that feeling was thrown at him, he stayed away from that certain individual. But in this case he was trying to convince that being that he was truly worth talking too... even if he... kind of... wasn't.
He felt the apology just spoken was in order -- even if it was a bit difficult to insult himself, knowing he was doing it. But... Constantine was worth it... or at least, that's what the wolf told himself once and then believed in an instant. Which was a rare case for Wyatt. Normally he had to remind himself of such things over and over again before it stuck to his... 'Soy-Nut' brain. Perhaps he just found Connie of greater importance than 'such things'...?
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Posted: Mon Jan 01, 2007 2:37 pm
To his credit, Constantine didn't flinch back when the uke startled forward, though he did grit his teeth a bit at the smaller distance between them. The problem with Wyatt wasn't so much proximity as it was confusing, garbled explanations for some wrongdoing he appeared to think he'd committed. A line appeared in the wolf's forehead as his brows drew closer together, his expression trying to maintain its chill factor while also displaying a measure of incredulity. What the hell did a soy nut have to do with Wyatt? The brain comparison was admittedly something he would have thought up himself, but if it had come from the colorful canine, then perhaps it had a double meaning? Was he perhaps voicing some hunger pangs?
Con brushed the thought away, nearly making the purely internal feeling dissipate with a physical gesture until he saw a perfectly blue eye peering at him through splayed fingers. He stared Wyatt down, predator eyes scanning for weakness and trying to rationalize what he deemed to be unwarranted behavior.
"Your brain is your business, and not up for inspection" He said quietly, the tail end of it a sigh as he glanced up to consider the skyline, his full lips peeking out of the material that had kept them warm and safe. He felt at a bit of a loss, and part of him simply wanted to turn on his heel and leave the bumbling uke to his soy-filled thoughts.
Constantine surprised himself by asking, "What do you want to do?" Like a parent offering a child the ability to choose their next destination at a carnival rather than following a strict, pre-set plan. The wolf did not particularly like handing Wyatt the opportunity for control of the situation, but the route he'd mapped out beforehand hadn't included Wyatt at all. A certain measure of leniency was required if he hoped to get through the remainder of his day with his sanity intact.
Or not... why had he told the driver to stop in the first place? It had been instinctual, like seeing a speck of paint on the finish of his piano and scrubbing it off until it shined. Was Wyatt a fleck? A taint? Did he want to wash him away or hold him up to the light? Realistically, he simply did not want to know the answer, but he'd placed the next move on Wyatt's head and he waited - with grim resolve if not with patience - for the wolf to decide.
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Posted: Mon Jan 01, 2007 3:59 pm
What did he want to do...? God... he didn't know... did he...? So many questions circling within Wyatt's skull... he began to paw at the air between him and Constantine. "I don't..." he stopped himself... 'know' was going to be the next word, but... Connie would have probably left the wolf behind uncertain had he spoken the entire statement. "... Want you to go..." he finished rather dumbly. The poor canine could almost swear he was repeating himself. He bent down and hugged his knees to his chest in a gesture of comfort and thought, knowing full-well he couldn't embrace Connie's knees instead -- oh no, that would probably end up in him getting kicked. And embracing a random stranger's knee probably would have been awkward... a little less awkward than doing so to Con's, but still awkward. Not to mention there was no one around other than a driver in running car, a still wolf anthro... and himself.
God... sure Constantine was pretty, but he was... wait... was in appropriate to call a man 'pretty'? Wyatt had... no idea. And his earlier thought just slipped from him like a piece of wet soap.
His tail curved quietly as though not to drag on the dusty sidewalk, as he tried to think of something, anything... he wanted to do. Well, he wanted to embrace the other anthro male at least once without being clawed at... but he was certain that was not what Connie was asking him.
He was certain Constantine already knew that Wyatt truly wanted him to stay -- and that repeating the thing over and over again was probably getting irritating to the other male.
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Posted: Tue Jan 02, 2007 2:00 am
The wolf waited for his companion to spit out the words that seemed to elude him, his own attention wandering like a wayward spirit in the chill. The area encompassed by the circumference of light seemed to grow more rank as seconds ticked by, fetid smells rising from unobstructed gutters to assault his delicate senses. The bristles of fur along his tail raised a bit when he recognized that he was nearly night-blind from glancing at the light reflected in Wyatt's spectacles, and behind him he heard the click of the high-beams of the limousine's headlights flicking on.
"I have no reason to remain," He remarked, the statement passably breezy save for the sharp note of discordant discomfort on the tail. Thready whispers crowded behind his eyes, some of them were convincingly respectable: the paper rolled up on a corner of his desk, denied a thorough reading due to time constraints. Others were less palatable, such as reminders to cut Chilton off at the knees and other bloody schemes. He would not have colored any as insane, but a touch of abnormality he could not deny. Did normal individuals consider such things when they felt this distressed? Did normal individuals feel distressed at the thought of coming into contact with something as common as a park bench?
"However," The word was out, hovering between them like a hopeful spark before he could realize it likely needed to be extinguished. "If you are set on remaining in my graces, you may accompany me to my home." There he would be among familiar, disinfected settings at the very least.
"I cannot guarantee you will find yourself... completely entertained." He added warily, fully remembering his staff's complaints regarding an uke on top of the cooling unit. "But neither will I force you to escort me. It is your decision."
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Posted: Tue Jan 02, 2007 8:45 pm
He wiped his hands thoughtfully on his knees, and silently hopped to his heels, examining the other wolf male over with interested azure eyes. "..." the canine raised a slender brow. "... But..." he figured for sure Constantine wouldn't want him at the mansion again -- after the last time, at least... or maybe that butler hadn't told Con that Wyatt decided to pour soap and water all over the kitchen floor and slide around on his feet as though the eating-area was an ice-rink.
He took the chance, clasping two hands together delightedly and leaning forward. "... Do you really mean it...?" the anthro spoke in a surprisingly quiet whisper, though he was certain that Connie's canine ears would be able to pick the words up. "'Cause if you're just pullin' my twig-leg then you're going to make me..." he would have ended it with 'cry', but stopped himself when his examination over Constantine's features assured him that he probably shouldn't press further. "... M'kay!" He agreed, nodding his head till he reached a count of seven.
Wyatt really didn't expect... well, practically an invite... and the idea that Constantine of all people was the one who offered it made the wolf two times as happy.
The anthro tapped his foot, awaiting the response of the other male.
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Posted: Sun Jan 07, 2007 7:17 pm
The bit of filthy newspaper which had caught in the chill breeze fluttered against the sheen of his shoes like a live animal, a pigeon quite possibly the closest relation in his mind with its plummage an uninteresting mix of grey and print-black. Constantine quickly shook the offending article away with enough ferocity to draw the stare of a vagabond wandering on the opposing end of the street, and he abruptly wished the man dead when he heard a snicker echo emptily in the hushed air.
"Hurry up," He snapped, any remaining strain of patience falling apart like a poorly made pair of shoes after years of wear and rain. His peculiar 'condition' had attracted unwanted attention before, but he felt particularly exposed in the sullied surroundings, as though the microorganisms were purposefully encroaching on a known weakness.
Stretching his legs, the wolf made good time back to the car before slipping in. It almost appeared as though he'd completely forgotten - or perhaps even revoked - the invitation until he leaned forward in his seat and touched the intercom button. Constantine uttered terse words to the driver, who obligingly stepped out to open the other car door for Wyatt, offering the uke a tiny grin. "If you'll hop right in and take a seat across from my gentlemanly employer, we'll be on our merry little way." He chirped, motioning for the wolf to slide right in on the off chance that he was slow to realize the rapid happenings.
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Posted: Sun Jan 07, 2007 8:26 pm
Wyatt tossed the driver an apologetic look, hoping he would catch it. "... You didn't have to... do..." his ears flattened in discomfort as he gave a small, appreciative nod of his head. "... Thanks..." He slid onto the seat, a mild case of hesitation tapping its fingers lazily on his spine... the canine-like male shivered in reaction and hugged his knees close as a quick gesture to provide himself a bit of comfort. "..." his azure orbs glanced up at Connie to make sure he was still there for some strange reason Wyatt really couldn't comprehend himself, and when he realized he was being silly, the male decided to view the car's surroundings through the glass of the window instead.
He'd grown eerily quiet within this certain moment following the polite driver's actions... so no one at all would probably predict his next... interesting move...
The wolf male turned suddenly sparkling eyes on Constantine, mood changing swiftly as he leaned forward. "We should go ice-skating!" he suggested in pure excitement when he recalled the current season. Winter... perhaps he had only realized it when he looked outside and spotted the thin sheet of snow that had sprinkled down onto the sidewalk. Not to mention the piles on the rooftops. Winter was always fun -- if he didn't get a cold.
His tail swayed from side to side in a light wag, though it was surprisingly difficult to accomplish such an action while seated. Blue depths looked needing sat Constantine as he awaited the other male's reaction.
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Posted: Thu Jan 11, 2007 4:11 pm
The driver gave the canine a small wink to show there were no hard feelings before shutting the door quietly and disappearing towards the front of the vehicle, whistling a thoughtful tune as he considered his employer's newest intrigue.
Constantine was already on the phone by the time Wyatt arranged himself and the car jolted into motion, causing the glasses cooling in the tray of the ice machine to clink gently. He hissed clipped syllables at the person on the other end, obviously annoyed with someone's inadequecies as he gave terse orders for termination of employment and flashed over to another conversation on the second line.
"No, what I said to do was intercept him at the airport and-"
The wolf nearly dropped his cellular phone in surprise at the uke's interruption, golden eyes shifting between irritation and bewilderment. Wyatt had been so quiet that he had nearly forgotten the entire scene outside the limousine, save for the fact that he still retained the impulse to scour his skin with soap and water upon returning home. The sapphire-eyed stare informed him that whatever had been said, he was supposed to respond in kind despite his frazzled state. As he recovered enough to reply - his brow furrowed, attention far too compromised to keep up with his own thoughts on top of those of his associate and his companion for the day - he made his first mistake. "Yes, fine,"
The business saavy Constantine should have known better than to agree to something he'd failed to hear, but he returned to his previous train of thought without a second consideration. "No, not you Samuel. Now as I was saying..."
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