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 Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 2:34 pm
Antony set the bug on the nearest surface before returning her attention to him, tails bristling and flicking in protest of his grumpy attitude. "Is your pride worth protecting that much?" She commented absently, corners of her lips twitching upwards as she attempted to keep a smirk at bay. After all, he was emotionally acting like a cat about to be put in a bucket of water, and the mental image was too amusing.
No wonder her preferred trees and animals to people, they probably got along better with him.
"That you are," the tattooed woman agreed to his question, reaching out and tapping him on the nose with her index finger simply to annoy him. It was obvious by the smirk that had broken free. "Is there a reason you hate being touched?" She finally asked, face returning serious.
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 2:56 pm
The motion elicited an irritated twitch of Chert's lips. "I don't hate being touched," he said, wondering what an earth could be so amusing. "But there's-... I'd met you twice. There were a few others things on my mind. Why the hell did you fly off the handle like that, anyway?"
His tone made it obvious that he didn't consider her entirely free of blame for the argument even though he was willing to (kind of) apologize for the cheap-shot he'd taken on the beach. The woman's fit of bitterness and self-pity had been puzzling him for awhile; it was difficult for him to believe that Antony would take the startled reaction of one ornery, ill-adjusted islander so personally.
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 3:15 pm
Antony frowned when he turned the tables on her, forcing her to explain her actions on the beach. She stayed silent for a while, simply staring at him as her jaw relaxed and clenched repeatedly, as if she were trying to decide what to say. "I had just recently... Changed," she said, figuring that was enough of an explanation for now. No need to mention Billy and his bearded lady comment quite yet, or ever hopefully.
"That and I'm a woman," she added, giving him a pointed look that meant she was talking about that 'time of the month' or whatever men referred to it as. Not that she had been on it, but he didn't have to know that. Maybe he'd even get freaked out and steer clear of asking anymore questions about that night.
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 4:12 pm
"So I'd noticed," he grumbled. The reference to the idiosyncracies of the female body was too subtle to penetrate his dense skull, but the surface excuse was enough. Women were a mystery wrapped in an enigma wrapped in a distressing tendency to become unexpectedly emotional at inopportune moments, as far as he was concerned. If Antony were written in ancient egyptian hieroglyphics, she probably would have been easier to read.
Still, even he could figure out that his defensive reaction on the beach had come at a particularly bad time, and it would have been easy to assume that he'd acted as he had because he was disgusted rather than because he was... well, Chert. "Even if you didn't have tails, I would have reacted the same way," he offered.
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 4:23 pm
She was about to retort back, but stopped when he continued speaking. So Chert wasn't disgusted with her? He was simply a dense moron, or more specifically, a man. Nodding slowly in understanding, Antony didn't seem to look much happier with the explanation.
If it hadn't been the tails, then it was her. Lovely. That was much better.
"So it was me you had a problem with then? If the tails weren't the problem?" The tattooed woman made sure not to sound too accusing, but a part of her ego was still bruised from this 'new' information
Eh, maybe he wasn't the tattoo, piercing, and 'real' woman type. Some men seemed to adore those skinny blonde barbies more than the 'normal' figured woman. He did seem dense enough to be able to tolerate one of those type of girls.
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 5:01 pm
"That's not what I meant!" Chert said, eyebrows raising in startlement. The curvaceous solidity of her form and the serpentine bands of color that twisted across her chest and arms were pleasing, although he wasn't about to tell her that. "I was on the beach for a reason. You distracted me, damnit." He knew the accusation wasn't exactly fair- it wasn't as if she'd forced vodka down his throat and made him give her a backrub under threat of death- but the direction of inquiry was moving onto very shaky ground, indeed.
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 5:11 pm
"You were distracted by me?" She asked, cocking an eyebrow as a smirk returned to her lips. An explanation for this question was not given, but she simply waggled her eyebrows a bit playfully. Lazily, one of her hands moved down to her stomach to scratch an itch of sorts, and she suddenly remembered why she was in a swimsuit. Inwardly, she wondered if he swam much.
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 5:34 pm
"Against my better judgement." His eyes had traveled back to the far wall as soon as her hand had moved. Maybe it had been a bad idea, stepping into her duplex like that. The teasing expression on her face made him shift his weight from foot-to-foot awkwardly. Out. Now, his brain demanded, but he wasn't sure how to extract himself without causing Antony offense, and he wasn't about to purposely piss her off after spending all that effort trying to apologize.
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 5:43 pm
"Mmhmm," she murmured as she replaced her hand back on her hip, but she soon sighed and shook her head. This man was oh so dense, and she didn't think it worth the effort anymore. A challenge yes, but one that probably should wait till later. "Anyways, I was about to go to the beach, but if I go out at high noon I'll end up looking like a lobster... And if you want me to I could show you around?"
Antony didn't know whether he'd take her up on the offer or not, but the sun did look a bit too bright today and her skin had become quite sensitive after her change. Damned albinoism.
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 6:53 pm
Chert regarded her suspiciously a moment, thrown off-balance by the abrupt change in tactics, but the mistrust gradually seeped out of his eyes. When they hadn't been howling at each other like two tasmanian devils arguing over a meal, he'd actually enjoyed their conversations. However, there was a different sort of unease in his expression as he asked, "Are you sure that's a good idea?" God knew where that red-scaled maniac was at. Or the big roaring furry thing. He gestured over his shoulder with a thumb and tilted his head in the direction of the cafeteria. "I met some islanders a few days ago, and we... didn't really hit it off. No one bothered to inform me I was on the menu."
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 6:57 pm
"Well, they won't allow anyone to kill anyone else... They have some kind of button command thing..." She explained, shrugging somewhat before sliding past him so she could get dressed. Moments later, Antony appeared clothed in a tank top, jeans, and a pair of flip flops. "You'll be fine you big baby," she grinned before giving him a playful swat to the stomach with the back of her hand.
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 7:10 pm
An indignant tch escaped Chert's lips. His hand moved reflexively to his stomach. "It took them long enough to ******** activate it. b*****d went after that cat girl before nearly taking my face off." The knowledge that their safety depended upon the whims of the island's scientists did not inspire confidence.
Chert opened the door and motioned with an arm, Lead the way. A sardonically arched eyebrow added, It's your funeral.
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 7:33 pm
"What'd he look like... Or rather, what did the human part of him look like?" She winced at the last comment she felt had to be added. At his arm motion, she snatched up her keys and headed out the door, waiting for him to pass before closing and locking the duplex up. The keys were stuffed into the front of her jeans before she started down the stairs. "Where do you want to go? They've got an entertainment room with video games, movies, and a bunch of other things like that."
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 7:57 pm
"He had kinda long brown hair, missing an arm. No sense of humor." Sadly, the list of human characteristics Chert could list pretty much ended there, although were many more distinguising features. Huge canines, sharp horns, hooked claws, yellow eyes...
A corner of Chert's mouth quirked upward as he exited the building ahead of Antony, but it quickly moved back to its customary position. "A movie might not be too bad. I've always been a fan of Pretty Woman."
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 8:12 pm
"Zach," she stated immediately, brow furrowing in slight confusion, "He must have transformed... Obviously, but he was always a scared little man..." Trailing off, Antony sighed slightly and pushed her hair out of her face.
An eyebrow raised at the movie choice and she made a gagging noise, "Chick flicks~? You've got to be kidding me..." Antony sent an appraising look his way to find out if this were true or not. Oh the horrors of all horrors not girly movies.
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