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 Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2005 8:06 pm
Of course he'd called her 'you.' Calling her by her name would be a sign of respect, and he didn't have a lot of that. He had a little, but not enough that he was going to go flaunting it all over the place. And it was the sort of begrudging respect that Taylor had had to earn tooth and nail, and he wasn't going to admit she'd managed to drag any out of him.
"Well, you break his shoulders here, and here." Diacyn pointed to Iamel's shoulders as a demonstration. He wasn't entirely sure his proposed moves would work- he wasn't an anatomy major or anything- but it was a pretty good guess. "And then you eat his arms. Separately." He smiled, biting down on the ice cube so it shattered with a crack not unlike that of fracturing bone, and poking at Iamel's damp blanket with his toes.
"Kitten? Nope, I tried but it wouldn't fit." He hadn't tried, actually. Taylor hadn't let him get his hands on anything feline since the day they met. "Just mice."
Taylor watched her charge with a strange mixture of fascination and horror. What kind of little kid talked so casually about fracturing collarbones and shoving mice in the freezer, when only two minutes before he'd been watching kung-fu on TV and trying to steal hot chocolate? Weird, weird, weird.
She did take a moment to inspect the freezer and found three stiff little mouse corpses. She bit her lip to keep from yelling at Diacyn about them, and she had to hold back an unbidden tear. No use crying over what was already dead.
"Listen, no more mice in the freezer," she said after a minute. "It's really not nice. You can't go around killing things like that! Now be quiet, I'm making a phone call."
By some miracle she'd been able to find Patrick's number without much fuss, and now she dialed it quickly and hoped he would pick up.
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2005 8:25 pm
"Then break him and eat him." The woodpecker stared at Diacyn in a way that insinuated that he should've already done so. "You're the raptor...not me." A quiet poke to the bald boys forehead, grinning a little bit.
"Sides, he makes shiniee happy." Grumble grumble, one small hand shooting down to grasp the other birds toe with a giggle. "Eee! Diacyn toesies. Hrm. What should we do with them, d'ya think?"
he was talking to himself. >> So what? He's a lonely little snotrag. Fingers tickled at Diacyns foot, other hand holding his ankle tight so he couldn't writhe away.
"Maybe I should break them and eat theeeeem.."
He didn't pick up his home phone. Instead, there was a quiet one. Two. Three beeing and Taylors phone was automatically reconnected with his cell phone.
A breathless voice reached her ears, the sound of harsh wind blowing behind him. "Hello? Patrick here."
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2005 11:08 am
"Those are my toooooeeees!" Diacyn did his best squirm away, snarling in mock fury at Iamel. The effect was spoiled somewhat by the fact that he was also trying like crazy not to laugh. It tickled!
Hmph. He couldn't get free! That wasn't cool. Sure, it was fine for him to grab Iamel's feet, but now the tables were turned and that just wasn't fair. And then the bird had the nerve to suggest turning them into a late-night snack!
"No breaking and eating them, that's my job. You can eat this." A quick swipe and he'd grabbed the mousicle from between Taylor's fingers. "Then tell me where this cat thing is at and we can take it on together. You take out his knees and I'll get to the shoulders."
Oh, good. He was home. Well, maybe not home, judging from the wind noises (unless Iamel had taken to making Patrick keep the windows open too).
"Patrick!" Taylor said loudly, realizing a minute too late that Iamel might get mad if he realized who she was talking to. "I've got your woodpecker over here. He showed up a few minutes ago pratcicaly frozen solid." Not much unlike the mice cubes that Diacyn was having so much perverted fun with. "But it's okay, he's getting warm now. Keeps going on about a catboy thing, I don't know what his problem is. Do you want me to bring him over to your house or what?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2005 2:06 pm
Iamel was laughing, tugging at Diacyns toes still, tickling against the bare foot of the other boy. "Yes! They're Diacyn toes! A rare feast in Iamelville!" Another laugh, tickling further before dropping Diacyns foot.
It was no fun if the little b*****d didn't fight back.
The owl was on the recieving end of a grin, one small finger jabbing at the frozen mouse. "I've never had a mouse before. And it's cold. The stupid cat thing is at my Shiniees---
"NO!" His voice had risen suddenly from a joking kids laugh and teasing to a pissed off little kid, grabbing the mouse and hurling it at Taylor. Luckily his aim was off in his quick anger, flying a scant half inch from her face to hit the wall behind her. The mouse made a quiet thud noise before bouncing straight to the ground.
Iamel? He was highly pissed. His pale little cheeks were rising high with pigment, the blanket falling into a damp puddle on the floor, cold socks braced as if preparing for a fight.
"No! I won't go back and you can't make me! If you try, I-I'll.." He stumbled momentarily for words, one foot stamping on the floor fiercely. "I'll run back into the snow and die! I'm NOT going back!"
Patrick flinched when he heard his 'son' shrieking in the background and a thud which he only hoped was someones head hitting the floor. ...nope, Iamel kept screaming, threatening to kill himself or to freeze himself or whatever.
A frown lit his dark face, growling softly into his phone. "You live in the dorms of the school, right? I'm really sorry to ask this, Taylor, but could you keep the little ******** there for a few more minutes? I just need your dorm number and I can be there in five."
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2005 9:15 am
Taylor ducked and winced as a mouse-sickle nearly took her ear off. "Hey!" She spun in her chair, shielding her face and the phone from a possible second assault. "Number 142. Do you know how to get there?" She glanced at Iamel again- the kid was looking ready to tear her limb from limb, if he didn't throw himself out the window first.
"Yeah, he can stay here for a while," she said loudly, making sure Iamel would hear her. "You can't make it right away? That's too bad."
Maybe the thought of staying for at least a few minutes would calm the furious Iamel down.
"My mouse!" Diacyn yelped, completely oblivous to the rest of the situation. He retrieved the cold dead thing from the floor and brought it back to the nest before he started paying attention to what else was going on.
Ooh, was there going to be a fight?
Or maybe just a suicide attempt. That was lame.
"Don't freeze yourself, dumbass. That's stupid. Then you can't see the end of the movie."
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2005 12:47 am
"Used to live there, sweethear. Still live nearby, remember?" His voice was more breathless now and the wind behind his phone was moving quicker. He was running "I'll be there in like...five minutes. Less then if this ******** COUPLE gets out of my way!"
A pause and a snicker, "Lookit that, they did. Be right there, Taylor."
Click.
Iamel almost growled at the woman. If he had possesed furr, it would've bristled. He was, indeed, ready to rip her limb from bloody. ********. LIM--
Then Diacyn spoke. Somehow the snarky little b***h of a raptor calmed the rage burning in Iamels chest. Maybe it was because he hadn't seen the end of the movie...and simply wanted to.
Either way, all Taylor recieved was a sharp glare before Iamel moved back to where he was sitting, partially in/near the nest, and rewrapped himself in the blanket. "...then I'll watch it," He muttered, nose pressing into the damp cloth, "And then smother Shiniee with some snow."
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2005 12:46 pm
Taylor stifled a laugh- she would have given her left foot to see the expression on the "******** couple's" faces. "Okay, then. I'll make you some chocolate."
Oh, wait, the phone was off.
Now she was relatively 'alone' in the attempt to keep Iamel from taking a few karate lessons from Diacyn and doing something creative to most of her major organs.
Oh, wait, now he was going to watch the movie.
Relieved that her innards were safe for the moment, Taylor started filling another mug (with the digits of pi written around the rim) with milk and fake cocoa powder.
"I'll help," Diacyn said cheerfully, finding the remote control under the blanket and turning up the volume. "When he gets here we can do an ambush. Ooh, look, swords!"
This was probably the best day ever. Swords and frozen mice (he was sucking on one of the feet like a Popsicle) and Iamel!!! And the possibility of more fun when "shinee" showed up.
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Posted: Sat Dec 31, 2005 12:57 am
Iamel, once more contented with the way things were working out, settled back. Admittedly, he was leaning more into the dryer bits of the blanket and closer to Diacyn...despite the weird kids toe-sucking. "...why're you sucking on your feet?"
His voice was mild, fingers reaching over to tickle at the others bare soles lightly, grinning as he flicked his eyes towards the television, those dark red eyes widening.
"Oooh..LONG swords. Lots of them." He leaned foreward, eyes rapt on the flashing swords and everything. How fun! And Diacyn even said he'd help smother his shiniee too! With an ambush...although he wasn't sure if he wanted his shiniee HURT.
Just...not stupid.
Hell, he didn't even notice when there was a knock at the dorm door a few minutes later.
And that's where Patrick stood, in a scarf, jacket, jeans, sneakers and a hat, keeping him all nice and warm. HE didn't run out recklessly, unlike SOME people. The dark man grinned either way when Taylor opened the door, looking sheepish and his voice soft, "I'm really sorry about all this. He's not hurting anyone?"
He was just slightly out of breath and his face was flushed behind the pigment. He'd run his little toosh off.
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Posted: Sat Dec 31, 2005 10:12 am
"Mouse feet, dumbass. Not my feet." He'd been gnawing on the frozen mouse's toes... quite a delicacy apart from the scratchy little nails. "Geroff my toes." He didn't care, really, he was too busy watching all the swordyness and doing his best to memorize the moves.
Patrick was greeted with a very relieved-looking Taylor and a mug of hot chocolate. "Hi! Thanks for coming... he hasn't hurt much of anything yet, though he nearly took my ear off with a frozen mouse. Long story." Blushing just a little, she did her best to straighten up the perpetual tangle of books and clothes and stuff that carpeted the floor. "Heh... sorry, it's not so clean...."
Iamel might not have noticed Patrick's entrance, but Diacyn had, and he was ready. Leaping up from the damp blanket-nest with a loud yell, he grabbed a roll of wrapping paper from where it leaned against the wall, jumped on Taylor's bed, almost (but not quite) pulled off a fancy mid-air twirl that he'd just seen on the television, and brought the fake sword to Patrick's neck.
"Hi-yah! Nobody makes Iamel sad, tratior! Eat wrapping paper!"
A pretty pathetic threat, but it was the best he could do when Taylor wouldn't let him have anything sharp.
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Posted: Sat Dec 31, 2005 10:26 am
"Dunno. Kinda looks like your feet. A little ugly and brown." He snickered quietly, grinning and poking at the others toes as he watched the things unfold on screen. No memorizing, as he was not so cool. He just liked to watch.
Now Iamel noticed him (somehow even Diacyns jumping and yelling caught him as normal) and huffed, pouncing up with his little arms folded quietly tight across his chest. "Go away."
"I--What the ********, kid?" Just when he was about to reply toTaylor, the psycho boy arrived. Pierced eyebrows arch and one small hand darted out, grabbing the roll of wrapping paper with the full intent of smacking Diacyn on that bald little head of his. "He got pissed because I got a date. It's not a ******** issue."
Obviously, it was but... Not really one wants to talk to amidst of people trying to gut you with a wrapping paper roll.
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2006 10:44 am
"Well, you made him sad and almost freeze his feet off and that's not cool." Diacyn jumped and wiggled and flapped his wings and tried to pull his weapon out of Patrick's hand... not so succesfully. For all his flips and kicks he really wasn't very strong, and he was also a good deal shorter then Patrick and that put him at a disadvantage. "Give it BACK! Iamel needs his feet, stupid!"
"Oh, for the love of God," Taylor moaned, becoming the first person in the room to get the phrase right. "Diacyn, Patrick is NOT a goddamn kitten!" She tried to break his deathgrip on the wrapping paper and got a kick to the knee.
"...dammit. I'm really sorry about this... DIACYN, DROP THE ******** WRAPPING PAPER!" She manage to pry one of his hands away from the paper, but the other one was like a steel trap, only slightly less pointy. "Nobody has lost their feet, or whatever you're worried about." What was his problem?
Maybe he just wanted an excuse to hurt things.
Or maybe he wanted to stick up for Iamel. She probably would have admired his bravery if he was fighting for something not so stupid!
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2006 10:58 am
"Wait. How am I a kitten? Doe shim yelling at me and telling me I'm stupid mean I'm a kitten?"
The scientest was puzzled, frowning and twisting the wrapping paper tube to smack Diacyn lightly with as much of the tube as he could before sliding past the two. "Iamel, how am I a kitten?"
When the woodpecker refused to answer him, Patrick unwound the god-awfully long, thick scarf and grabbed the woodpecker. Iamel shrieked and tried to wriggle away, but that only succeeded in getting himself tied tighter.
Yep. It only took a few seconds for Iamel to be wrapped up securely in the scarf, like one would imagine a mummy, with a head showing. "Diacyn...I won." Almost childishly, he grinned, hoisting his son over his shoulder.
"GAH! Lemme go! Lemme down!" The worm-wrapped Iamel squealed, writhing slightly and wriggling. At least Patrick had l eft his wings free, so they weren't hurting.
"I don't wanna go! I hate your stupid cat-boy! I'LL EAT HIM!"
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2006 2:51 pm
Taylor couldn't explain the 'kitten' thing to Patrick for a few moments because she was laughing so hard. Yes, he had won, and done it with style.
"....Diacyn hates kittens. He tries to eat them or murder them. Brutally," she finally managed to say. "Nice job on Iamel." Patrick got a thumbs-up and a grin.
From Diacyn, he got a predatory growl and a very angry glare. Diacyn rubbed the top of his head- it didn't hurt, but the tap had done major damage to his pride- and grabbed at the tube again, wielding it like a baseball bat. "Iamel hates this cat thing so I do too! Make him leave or else we both eat him and shove snow up his nose and put him in the freezer! MMMMMPH!!"
The last noise was due to Taylor whapping Diacyn in the face with a pillow. "All right, you shut up now." She turned back to Patrick and the wiggling Iamel. "So... what's this about a cat? Catboy? I mean... why would that make him so angry?
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2006 3:06 pm
"Good thing I'm dating a cat-boy, ain't it, then?" He laughed and gaver Iamels butt a harsh swamp. The boy hollered again, still wriggling. "Iamel's just possesive as all hell and when I started seeing someone seriously, he freaked the hell out."
Another grin, casting a glance back to Diacyn. "Owl, the fact that you're protecting your little boyfriends honor is admirable, b ut Mordread would kick your a**."
One more snicker, head shaking a little bit wiht a grin, gripping Iamels sides tighter. "Catboy. Mordread has ears and a tail but other then that, he's fully human. Iamel is just really possesive. He ran to Shanuh demanding a new Companion when Akuti came along."
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2006 12:48 pm
"Mordread kick my a**?" Diacyn was infuriated. NOBODY kicked his a**, even in theory. "I'd like to see him try! I could cream him and bury him in a thousand little pieces and then desecrate the grave. .....eh, if I had a real sword."
He was horribly aware of the fact that the worst damage he could do with the wrapping paper was a bloody nose... and maybe a few paper cuts. Giving up (no, tactfully retreating to plot a later assault), he dropped the wrapping paper and went to sulk in his nest. Now Iamel was leaving.
Wait. Since when was Iamel his 'little boyfriend?' That called for further attacks, and maybe origami ninja throwing stars (Taylor had taught him how to make them, with disasterous results). Now he had to wait for an opening for attack...
"So did this Mordread guy come from the pet shop too? Or what?" Taylor was still internally giggling at the thought of Patrick having a boyfriend... with cat ears! It was stupid, but she was romance-impaired and found the very idea hilarious to say the least.
"Iamel," she said mock-sternly, wagging a finger, "Patrick is your father... eh, I guess... and you are going to have to deal with whatever it is he wants to do! So stop wiggling like a caffinated worm."
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