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 Posted: Mon May 17, 2010 10:13 pm
"Ow! That hurt!" Writ/Writ's left leg exclaimed. His left leg shook it's foot at the violent cat man, "You jerk! Writ would never think of hurting me!"
Writ looked at the smoking contents of his pipe. He was pretty sure that the herbs inside were the mild kind. The grass inside wouldn't get him as buzzed as Vale was. Maybe he was catching a contact high.
Oh boy.
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Posted: Tue May 18, 2010 10:56 pm
Valeriu had had enough of these talking feet.
"Shut up! You are not even supposed to be talking anyv'ay," He gave the foot another slap. "You are legs. You cannot talk. Stop talking."
That's it. They were done. He wasn't going to stand for this anymore. He unwound himself from his death-curl around Writ's legs, abandoning the post in favor of staggering to both feet, slanting dangerously to the side as his own legs seemed to rebel against him, body inclined to stay parallel with the floor.
"I'm going home," he growled under his breath, giving Writ's legs a dirty look. "At least Tepin--" He caught himself, snapping his jaws shut and face momentarily scrunching into an expression of intense misery before it was erased. "I'm going home!" he declared, more forcefully, winding his drunken path towards the stairs.
He tripped on the first ******** you, stair-" Getting to his feet wasn't working out so well.
"Writ! Stop making the stairs move!"
Valeriu was not whining. He was commanding.
"Tricksters," he muttered, and painstakingly started picking a path up the treacherous stairway.
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Posted: Wed May 19, 2010 7:13 pm
"I won't stop until you apologize to my legs!" Writ yelled back, pulling up his jeans to reveal a scratching post's worth of scratches on both of his precious limbs. Vale should consider himself lucky that he healed quickly, or there would've been hell to pay.
He walked over to Vale and picked him up, "If Tepin got mad at you for being stupid enough to buy that couch, don't you think she'd be even more mad if you were stupid enough to come stumbling back home baked?"
For once, writ was the anchor of reason.
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Posted: Wed May 19, 2010 11:34 pm
"No," he growled, obstinately, refusing to apologize to Writ's lying, b*****d legs. Useless legs. Pathetic legs. Valeriu was disgusted by those legs and their lying, liar-ly words.
And then Writ was being tricky again, making Valeriu all vertical. He grumbled and fidgeted and was, overall, an uncooperative Mr. Whiskers. He didn't like how tall Writ was. It was offensive. Valeriu should've been taller than Writ, really, he'd been such a giant as a kid, but it turned out that his growth spurt only gave him a few scant inches over Quinn - nowhere near Ciro or Writ's level.
He vowed to steal Writ's mask in revenge.
"She's not there." He admitted, shortly, struggles stilling and docilely letting Writ help him up the traitorous stairs. "She left. I made her do it."
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Posted: Thu May 20, 2010 4:02 pm
"Oh." Writ made an internal sigh of relief, Writ liked Vale, but he disliked his choice of woman. He was worried that she'd just get in the way of their troublemaking, but with her out of the picture... Well, things were gonna get a lot more interesting.
"God, you're heavy, what've you been eating?" Writ grunted, "Your struggling's not helping much either!"
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Posted: Thu May 20, 2010 4:23 pm
"People," he admitted, seriously, face going sharp and solemn.
It lasted a minute. His nose twitched, and he burst into sniggered laughter. "High in calories, but good for the he-heart--"
"V'ell you know, you shouldn't've messed v'ith the stairs." He calmed down some, back to chastising Writ as he should, unhelpfully lounging when he could be making Writ's job a little easier, but this was payback for the couch.
"And then you v'ouldn't've had to be doing this, da?" He frowned at a stray thread on Writ's hideous poncho, before the frown pointed towards Writ's face for the first time since the Leg Affair began. "V'ait, v'hy are you doing this? I could've gotten up your stupid stairs on my own." Eventually.
He managed to stay quiet for about a minute.
"You're pretty strong," he observed, crossing his arms. "And here I thought you v'ere lazy."
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Posted: Thu May 20, 2010 4:58 pm
"What?"
Silence.
"Oh right, well, you know, laughter's good for the heart too-- without the calories."
Vale was still high; But it didn't make the laughter feel anymore sincere though, especially with what Writ knew.
He forced out a chuckle. Writ figured that he was more or less safe from his friend's craving for flesh. He just hoped when Vale got the munchies, he would still be a friend, and not a tasty snack.
"Yeah yeah, it's funny, but it's kinda pitiful too." Writ "You know, like watching a circus bear."
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Posted: Thu May 20, 2010 5:11 pm
"There are no such things as circus bears," he countered dismissively, lolling his head back to watch their ascent upside-down. Or horizontally. He wasn't quite sure what angle he was even at anymore. "I v'ent to that circus, you know. The one that came to town? No bears."
It was pretty disappointing, really. Valeriu had not been impressed with the circus.
"All the rest of the kids v'ere afraid of the clowns," he added, and wondered vaguely if Writ would really mind if Valeriu chewed on his hair. The temptation was there. "But I v'as afraid of the lion-tamer. I had nightmares for v'eeks after, v'here I v'as stuck v'ith the lions and he v'as making me do horrible, humiliating tricks, and everybody v'as laughing." He snorted, and made himself comfortable on Writ's shoulder. "Circuses are horrible."
"But I liked the popcorn," he ammended. "V'e should get popcorn."
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Posted: Thu May 20, 2010 6:37 pm
"Yeah there is! Or there was anyways. My parents saw them when they were kids."
Well, they were more protesting against them. Which was why...
"My parents never let me go to the circus, something about being mean to animals, and how they're like people with fur, or something like that."
Course, he went to carnivals, which were full of clowns. They had managed to unsettle mini-Writ for a while, but now he seemed more of a clown than those pale freaks. At least his acts were interesting, none of the pie throwing, water spewing shenanigans that people were used to, but (quite literately) explosive, over the top acts.
"Popcorn sounds pretty good. Let's get some."
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Posted: Thu May 20, 2010 6:51 pm
Writ's hair wasn't very tasty, but Valeriu remained undeterred. It's not like Writ would mind. He already had split-ends - a few more wouldn't be noticed.
Chewing on hair made Vale happy, simplistic as it may be. Now if only he could get a hold of some socks.
"Are v'e there yet?"
Valeriu was not so content to sit still for much longer, leaning farther and farther over Writ's back in a slow and cunning attempt to clamber over him and potentially claim all of his shoulders.
"V'ait. You don't even know v'here my house is," he pointed out, and saw fit to push his palm against Writ's ear, as if it actually accomplished something. Something like the Vulcan Mind-Meld, or the Na'vi See-You. But it really was Valeriu just starting to smoosh Writ's face into different shapes.
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Posted: Thu May 20, 2010 7:27 pm
Writ felt a few tugs in his hair. He turned, and the small tugs turned into one full pull of his hair. Writ frowned at Vale, "Are you really that hungry? You don't even know where that's been..."
Oh gods, he was becoming Vale.
Writ refused to let that happen, and decided that he could at least have the catboy have fun with his face. His house couldn't be that far, could it?
"Well, lead the way then, because I don't remember either."
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Posted: Thu May 20, 2010 7:47 pm
"No, but I can smell v'here you've been." His nose wrinkled, and he started bending Writ's ear with a finger, back and forth. It was strange, but he couldn't remember what normal ears felt like anymore. His own ear twitched, curiously.
"Not in a shower," he declared, pointedly, as if Writ should really take the hint this time around. He emphasized this with another tug.
He half-wished Quinn had been strong enough to carry him. This was pretty nice. He could just chill, relax, let his chauffeur usher him around, and in this state he didn't even notice the strange looks. Next time he could bring a book.
"You don't remember, because I never showed you," he explained absently. "I do not like other Godlings knowing v'here I am living. I have my sister to think of."
But Writ was trustworthy enough. Hadn't dropped him yet.
"Down this street," he directed, pointing out the way.
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Posted: Tue May 25, 2010 7:13 am
It felt like Writ's ears were going to snap right off.
"Could you stop that? You don't see me pulling on your ears, or god s forbid, your tail."
He probably would've done it, just to show the catboy; if it weren't for the fact that Vale was on his shoulders and if he were to pull anything like that now, he'd probably have his arms ripped off and eaten.
"Oh come on Vale, I've met your sister, she loves me. In a platonic way, of course. If she trusts me, it's fine, right? Girls got- What do they call it... 'Intuition'! That's it."
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Posted: Tue May 25, 2010 12:41 pm
Valeriu directed a baleful glare at Writ, warning him away from pulling on his ears or tail as only the flat stare of an annoyed feline could convey.
"I do v'hat I v'ant," he announced, loftily, but let Writ's ears alone in favor of plucking at his poncho's loose threads. His tail swept up to flick viciously back and forth over Writ's nose, deciding that annoying him by tickling would be a better method of attack.
"You have never lived v'ith a girl, have you?" He scoffed. "Intuition? Pah. Girls are all sweet little fools." His voice dropped wistfully, taking the bite out of his condemnation. "They'd rather help a monster than run av'ay from it. Seeing things that don't exist v'ithin. As if it could redeem itself, become like a human, v'hen it is not in the least little bit."
He scowled, shaking off the melancholy to subside back into the high-as-a-kite feelings, pointing Writ down the correct paths like a dictator on his throne.
"There, and then right, here - no, no, here. There, that is my house, you are victorious." He leaned towards the two-story building, eager to finally get back to his non-catnip couch. "And that is Quinn's house, across from it, so you may bother him more than me."
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