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 Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2011 12:05 pm
Once Mot was up, Lizzy pulled him into an affectionate hug, having missed the whole 'gesturing' business from Rosenthal. The hug, of course, brought Mot's face closer to the pink minipet as she half-buried her face in his shirt. He narrowed his beady black eyes at the reaper but made no further attempts of attack; it seemed like his owner liked this one, after all... Still, he would be watching.
He would be watching.
"Yes!" She grinned, giving him a squeeze before freeing him from her hug, taking a step back, "Thank you! I'm so glad that he's fine!" She reached up to give the minipet on her head a pat, giggling softly when Rosenthal nuzzled her hand in return. Still grinning, she looked at Mot, "You're the best~"
Boil friend anyway. Mac was the best... Well, best-best.
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2011 12:12 pm
Mot was soon pulled into a hug. Wearily, he returned the hug, his semi visible eye staring down at the minipet on her head.
I think I need an adult...
Mot let go, smiling softly. "You seem much better now. I'm glad he's okay." Even if he was giving him a death glare. He chuckled, rubbing his neck. The best? Sure, why not~. "Always the best." He joked. "Anything else you need me for while I am here?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2011 6:39 pm
"I feel much better too! I'm just glad that Rosenthal's fine!" She nodded happily; she would have to see to the minipet's cuts and scratches later, but if he was well enough to do one of his face-tackle-clings... He should be fine! She paused at his question, tapping a finger thoughtfully against her chin.
"Do you need help finding your mimic?" She tilted her head (not too much though, or Rosenthal would slide down) before looking around; he had mentioned that it was probably going to be fine, but she decided to offer anyway, just in case.
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2011 7:36 pm
"Sure. Why not. I'm not even sure why it was in my pocket anyway." Maybe it was lonely? Aww. Poor minipet.
Mot continued to look through the rubble. "I wonder if everyone else found their minipets." Mot wondered aloud, trying to ignore the burning sense that a pair of beady eyes were glaring at him. Was this what that pet did to Mac too? "Pets were flying all over the place and all."
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2011 8:37 pm
"It was in your pocket?" She blinked, "It didn't... Try to bite you?" She clearly did not have good experiences with mimics in the past; most had tried to bite her, and did not do well to being told 'no'.
"I'm... Not sure," She frowned, poking at some debris with her foot (still no shoes!) before tucking her hair behind her ears since they were blocking her vision, "I hope so! I don't even know why we tossed minipets at that... That red thing." Reflecting on it now, it seemed like a really silly (and stupid) thing to do, after all.
Rosenthal continued to stare in the meantime, protecting his owner from the bad boils... And no, Mac had it worse.
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Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2011 8:38 am
"...No. Why would it bite me?" Mot was beginning to think Lizzy was not a big fan of mimics, or worse, they were not a big fan of her.
He might have to keep an eye on his minipet around Lizzy.
"Boy, that thing certainly made a mess, huh?" Mot stopped, looking around at the destruction. It was sad. So many booths had been destroyed, all of them had been built with so much hard work and heart.
Lzzy would soon have the sensation of wet feet. Looking down at her uncovered feet, would be a a mimic licking them affectionately.
A very ugly, dirty looking mimic.
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Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2011 8:42 pm
"Well... Mimics seem to have a habit of-" She stopped there, blinking when she felt something lick her feet. She frowned and then slowly looked down - her expression soon changed to one of mild horror. The urge to kick the mimic away like some sort of snotball was strong... But she didn't; that might be Mot's! But ahhhhhh, what if her toes get chomped off?
Rosenthal, on the other paw, wasn't thinking as much; the moment he saw the ugly thing, he growled and leaped off Lizzy's head, claws out.
New target acquired.
Clinging onto the mimic, away from its mouth, Rosenthal looked like a circus cat trying not to roll off a ball it was trying to balance on.
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Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2011 8:52 pm
Why did Lizzy look horrified? And why was Rosenthal trying out for the circus?
"Oh, hey. There he is." Mot said calmly. The intellectually challenged Mimic was indeed his, and it seemed to think Rosenthal was enthusiastic eye-scream. The minipet's tongue stretched over it's head, licking the fur the wrong way on the Pata-Pata.
"That's Ballin. He's pretty harmless. I think his previous owner dropped it as a baby."
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Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2011 9:03 pm
One of Rosenthal's eye twitched as he was licked, and he only clung harder to the horribly ugly minipet, causing the ball-shaped minipet to roll... And Rosenthal to land on his back, head wings twitching. Ugh, that thing was trying to crush him! He did not like this retarded, green, ugly thing at all!
The mimic had found itself on Rosenthal's hit list, which looked like this:
Hit List
1] Mac
2] Ugly green thing
3] Calder
4] Roadkill
5] Mot
6] Christof
"Ballin...?" She echoed, staring at the mimic as Rosenthal tried to, uh, befriend it, "Ah... Well, he should meet Jimmy then." She chuckled weakly, eyeing the mimic warily; it looked like it had the power to eat Rosenthal whole, after all.
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Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2011 10:07 pm
"Oh? Haha. We'll let them have a play date sometime." Mot joked with a grin. He then whistled to his pet, which rolled off of the flattened Rosenthal. Mot found a guilty satisfaction in the karma the pink mini had endured.
Ballin found his way to Mot's side, intent on following him home. "Well, my work here is done. Need an escort home, or did you have further business here?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2011 6:10 am
Unfortunately (or fortunately) for Mot, Lizzy didn't take his words as a joke. Returning the grin with one of her own, she giggled, "We should! Although... Well, Jimmy is kind of special." In the Charlie way... And just as lovable!
Picking up the now twitching Rosenthal, who looked clearly unhappy and disgruntled about the "fact" that he had been abused by Ballin, she hugged him again before looking around.
"Well... Its not like I can set up my booth again..." She sounded rather sad about it, but quickly perked up again as she offered the boil a small smile, "But I might take a look at whatever the Treat-or-Treaters had set up in the booths' place! I mean... The festival must go on, right?" She didn't feel as sure as she sounded though.
Rosenthal had turned his glare from Mot to Ballin, and then to Mot again; so, the ugly minipet belonged to the boil? HAH, he was right about the boil being an enemy!
"How about you? Will you be going back now?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2011 10:44 am
Oh right. The Trick-Or-Treaters. They had set up new booths, right? But he had a feeling they involved a lot of... combat. Not his thing. "Hmm. I'll tag along." He smiled. "Maybe we'll find our friends there too~." He looked down at his mini pet, who seemed to be rolling in circles in an attempt to chase... itself.
Special.
"Come on. Let's enjoy what's left of the festival." He smiled again at Lizzy nodding towards their destination.
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2011 8:12 pm
"Ohhhh, maybe!" She had been so worried about Rosenthal that she had sort of forgotten about her friends... Hopefully, they were alright... It was hard to tell, with the place in ruins, but there hadn't been any causualties as far as she could tell.
"Sounds good to me," She returned the smile, flopped Rosenthal gently and carefully on her head, and then headed towards the new Trick-or-treater's booths... Not that her minipet looked too ready for combat at all, really.
Maybe he'll cheer up soon enough.
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