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 Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2018 8:49 pm
Hearing the nickname being uttered had his body relaxing, the tension in his shoulders melting away. Noah still wasn't happy but he wasn't about to kick his sorry husband's a** out on the curb - yet, at least.
It was natural to move forward and meet his spouse's approach. A thick arm moved out to wrap around him, but not before Noah caught sight of the injury and admonished him for his shoddy bandage skills. Arm deterred and then detained, it was soon tended to by his favorite nurse - moody, but favorite - and re-wrapped in a more form fitting bandage.
The hand lingered on his arm and his own rose to collect it, squeezing it as gently as the typically brutish man could manage. Attention was directed towards the cat and his magical appearing-tuna-trick, which didn't seem to impress Noah Jones as much as it did his husband.
Wait..
...Make a mess?
The cat was staying?
Leaning down until his head rested alongside his spouse's as they stared at Itsoomoo, Paul couldn't help but murmur, "Turning him into gloves would make an even bigger mess, kiddo. Should we...get it a box, or something?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2018 7:20 pm
It??Itsuki frowned (as much as any cat could, really). His tuna knocked over, his name continually butchered and now his gender had been disregarded. Talk about a major bummer. Ears drooping, Itsuki absently pawed at the counter. "I'm a boy... can you not tell my by voice?" The kitty was partially defeated, but didn't really want to incur the Wrath of Noah any further. Not having a foot broken off in his patoot was always a good thing. "I can sleep on the couch or something! I don't mind. How about I called Themisto and set up a meeting for you? Hai!" Lifting his paw into the air, Itsuki produced his Kitty Communication Device (lovingly referred to as the NekoCommu). It was a small, lilac-colored and round object, like the flat earpiece of a pair of headphones, and attached it to his fluffy ear. Out came a tiny speaker and the rest of a headset, to attach safely to his furry head. "Call Zee-chan!" was his command, and the device started to ring just like any other cellphone. Three rings in, someone picked up on the other end. Their voice was sleepy in stark contrast to Itsuki's chipper voice. "Zee-chan! Did I wake you up?" ".....yeah... uh... whsup...?" "Zee-chan! I have some Pages who could really use your help! I remember you said you had a class tomorrow morning and then work in the afternoon, but after that? Maybe we could meet somewhere!" "....uh....mshurkay..." "Okay Zee-chan! Oyasumi~" "...sumi..." Click. With another flick of his paw, the NekoCommu disappeared into subspace. "Okay~! Tomorrow, I can talk to Zee-chan and he can help explain things a little better. Have you had dinner yet? I know a few great places that do delivery!"
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2018 1:58 pm
"Depends on how we do it." Noah's response was curt to his husband and his stormy eyes were turned towards the feline still sitting on his kitchen counter. He'd seen enough criminal shows and had attended enough classes that he knew how to butcher things with minimal clean up.
They'd just have to get supplies, in theory at least.
"There's probably still a box or two from the move in the garage it can use." Noah had kept a few so that they could go over their things again and purge anything they didn't need when they had the time to.
Luckily, or perhaps unluckily, for Itooki there was at least one decent sized cardboard box it could sit in.
Itooki's magical phone was a little more impressive, and interesting, than the can of tuna and the entire conversation he had with Themiko was watched with scrutiny. "Fine, we can get delivery but not greasy s**t. Just because we have a furbag of a guest doesn't mean you get to eat like s**t." The latter was clearly for his husband even as he left the pair to cross the kitchen and grab himself a beer.
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2018 10:52 pm
The entire phone exchange between cat and stranger (Z-Chan? Was it some sort of gang member name or something??) was peculiar and intriguing and altogether over his head, as far as Paul was concerned. His husband seemed mildly interested at best - clearly his concern was still over the fact that there was a furry creature on four paws residing atop his kitchen countertop.
“Yeah, little guy - you’re a dude,” he mumbled absentmindedly as he watched the ginger pull out a beer and take a drink. Violet eyes followed his mouth to the can, the older man clearly struggling with the urge to grab a second one for himself. All this magical cat-knight-phone business bullshit was getting way too ******** confusing for him… but the mention of food however, was more than attractive.
One hand moved out, thick palm rubbing across the excitable feline’s head in some awkward attempt at a good job, we survived this consolation pat before Paul shifted and lumbered his way towards the door leading out to the garage.
“Prolly could get one of the pillows from the guest room to use in the box,” he commented idly, pausing as his hand reached for the doorknob. Upon second thought, he quickly amended, “Or, y’know, towels from the bathroom.”
He wasn’t about to put himself in the line of fire so quickly again.
"I'm good with anything, grease or not."
With that, he took a brief leave to go fetch said box from the garage.
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2018 9:19 am
Noah seemed somewhat satisfied, which seemed to put his husband Paul at ease. Sort of. Itsuki's ears folded around Paul's great hand as he was patted (did they ever own animals? probably not), but the Mauvian would take was he could get. He wasn't skinned alive and turned into slippers, or booted out on his fuzzy butt. That in and of itself was more than Itsuki could have asked for, given Noah's temperament. Food being their next primary concern (and Noah being the anti-grease dictator he was - Itsuki wasn't about to push his luck), out came the Kitty Commu again. Itsuki knew his fair share of delivery and take-out places thanks to having basically a garbage disposal as his charge. Since becoming involved with Melody, Zach's diet improved greatly, and healthier choices were suddenly gaining popularity. 24/7/365 Greenery, the latest up-and-coming hip-and-healthy fast food shop, was on speed dial. A few short minutes later and Itsuki had placed three orders - chicken, pinto bean and veggie salad ( with extra veggies), a grilled turkey wrap with veggie straws and one grilled salmon meal. "They said it would take thirty minutes~ What's the address~?" Perhaps Itsuki could endear himself to the Pages with his ability to sound human enough to order take-out?
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2018 10:44 am
"Whatever, just make it some bed so it doesn't sleep on my ******** couch and get hair everywhere." Noah's hand was a dismissive wave as he lifted his beer and took a long swig of it.
He finished the bottle shortly after listening to the furball ordering them dinner and before Paulie made it back into the house. In fact, he was back in the fridge fishing for another in a very un-Noah-like fashion.
"1865 Rainy lane," he answered, turning his back as he opened this bottle and tossed the cap into the recycling bin.
"You two figure s**t out, I'm going for a smoke." He didn't wait for a response, long legs carrying him towards the back patio door where he slipped outside.
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2018 11:23 am
Paul was quick to return with a box, soon stuffed with a single pillow and a spare blanket from the guest bedroom. He'd never owned an animal as a child and knew Noah hadn't either - neither Jones was equipped with the knowledge of what to do with a four-legged creature, much less one that could actually talk back to the two of them.
Once the box was fitted to be a bed, he paused to stare at it blankly. Did it... did it go in the bedroom? No, no he didn't think he wanted a cat to bear witness to what went on in there - the box was settled next to the couch and the coffee table. If the cat spoke, it probably wanted to watch TV... right? Maybe. Who the ******** knew.
The cat had ordered the food and Noah had ******** out the back door, leaving Paul to be the one to pay the tab when the suspiciously healthy looking food arrived. It was spread out on the kitchen table and a chair was fitted with a handful of books to allow the Mauvian to sit at an appropriate height (cats on the kitchen table didn't seem quite safe with Noah's reaction of the Mau being on the countertop).
"Coulda gone worse," he grunted as the plastic bags were removed from the food, opening the flaps to investigate the contents. Plates were fetched, one put in front of Noah's chair, then his own, then in front of the patient looking talking furball. "If you.. need me to cut anything up or whatever, let me know. I don't want him gettin' pissy and costing me my side of the bed because you eat weird."
And with that charming request, he stuck his head outside to fetch his husband, the Jones's soon settling down to eat with their very first house guest ever.
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