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 Posted: Thu May 27, 2010 8:50 pm
When Vale put his tail right up to Writ's nose, he sneezed. Now, Writ could never sneeze just once, and when he sneezed, he jumped. His whole body went a few inches in the air, with every gust. as if every single limb wanted to get whatever the heck was in his nose out. A series of sneezes which would probably lead to a bumpy ride on Vale's part.
"Thanks, but no thanks, someone's gotta make sure you don' do anything stupid." Someone had to stuff his mouth with popcorn to make sure he didn't get the munchies. He tried the door; it was obviously locked.
"Where's the key?"
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Posted: Fri May 28, 2010 12:31 pm
Valeriu felt powerful. With just a flick of his tail, he could control Writ's sneezes!
As bumpy as it was, he did it a few more times for good measure, under the pretext of acting like the artful lounger.
"Me?" His nose wrinkled scornfully at Writ's presumption. "V'hen have I ever done something stupid?" Outside of the coercions of his friends, of course. Valeriu did not succeed spectacularly against peer pressure, but on his own he felt he did a fine job (except for the time with Seamus and Murphy, which he tried his best not to think about).
"You, on the other hand," he drawled, slinking up so he could set his chin atop Writ's head, in order to be officially taller. He enjoyed the view his stolen height afforded. Along with the test he was putting Writ's shoulders under, bit by bit gradually squirming out of the princess carry in favor of sitting atop Writ's shoulders like Tiny Tim turned Sultan.
"V'ell, let us just say it is not a smart thing to steal an angry, drunken man's girlfriend, da? Ciro never forgave you for that."
Ciro would also probably never forgive Vale, if he knew about everything the Godling had done since his passing.
"Key?" he echoed, looking at his door in puzzlement. "Oh, yes, that--" He dug around in his pocket, eventually pulling out the forlorn little house key on its ring, accompanied only by a pair of feathers tied as a charm to it - one obnoxiously brightly green, and the other a sedate mix of browns and creams. Both had seen better days.
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Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 6:44 am
"Well, I'm the one carrying you, so you must've done something pretty stupid to end up on my back." Writ couldn't think of a better retort than that, partly because he was trying to hold back his sneezes, which had him jumping up and down like a mad rabbit. He managed to keep himself
"Yeah, but hey, she deserved better than that." He reasoned, "Not that it matters now, they're both gone." Writ sighed, took the keys, and unlocked the door, "Besides, I got my eyes after someone else nowadays." He shut the door and stopped in the foyer, "Alright, pity ride's over, off."
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Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 10:19 am
Valeriu huffed, unperturbed by Writ's comeback. Obviously, if he was so high above in the world, he had to have done something right. Writ was just jealous of Vale.
Poor thing, he tutted.
"Jealousy is a green monster," he chided, obliquely, ducking appropriately when Writ stepped through the doorway. "You say that, but I am very sure Ciro is going to claw his v'ay out of hell, and then you v'ill be faced v'ith a very angry zombie man, and v'hat v'ill you do?"
Probably run. Valeriu knew he was going to high-tail it when Doomsday came and somebody accidentally opened Hell again.
"Off?" The Godling seemed resistant to the idea, preferring to remain tall as a skyscraper for the rest of his years, but the call of his other couch was too great, and he inevitably slid back down to the ground (taking his own damn time, of course).
"Someone else?" he wondered, somehow making it to the couch to sit down and shake off the dizziness that came with standing on his own. He looked at Writ, dubiously, ears flicking back and forth.
"You mean Quinn?"
Nobody had ever bothered to set the boy right after the night of the fireworks. In Valeriu's mind Quinn was dating Writ, and trying to woo Seamus, and by now Valeriu had vowed to stay completely out of that particular disaster.
He paused, trying to find the appropriate words.
He finally settled on, "Good luck v'ith that."
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Posted: Wed Jun 02, 2010 8:22 pm
"I wouldn't mind that. Kinda wanted one last swing at him, you know?" Writ gravitated towards the kitchen, leaving Vale to a solo ascension to the seat of the couch. He searched the cupboards and eventually he found where the glassware was kept. Writ pulled two glasses from the shelf and filled them each with tap water.
"Actually wouldn't mind if Hell broke loose again either, it was kind of fun last time it happened." Writ said, putting Vale's glass on the table, and taking a drink from his own.
When Vale mentioned Quinn, Writ sputtered, the water that was in his mouth a moment before came out like a fountain.
"What? No! I meant Zy."
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Posted: Wed Jun 02, 2010 8:35 pm
"Oh yes, very fun. I had the time of my life running through a street filled v'ith ghosts." He laughed, flip-flopping on the couch some before finally getting comfortable. He reached for the glass of water, fingertips stretching, before he finally gave up and let it sit there, mercifully.
"And then a god in a mirror saw my act of bravery-" the drawl to his voice gave his sarcasm away. "And decided I v'as his chosen one. And then I v'as a kitty, and the babysitter screamed v'hen she saw me, threw a phone at me, and ran av'ay."
He squinted frownily at Writ from his place on the couch.
"So fun."
A sly smile highly reminiscent of Tezcatlipoca's stole over his face at Writ's words, and Vale held up his key and keyring smugly, waving the more placid of the two feathers back and forth in idle mischievousness.
"Zy, as in Zyanya? You are too late. I already have her favor," he sing-songed. "I bought her a necklace, she gave me this feather - it is a symbol of our love. V'e are going to elope v'ithout you."
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Posted: Wed Jun 02, 2010 8:53 pm
"Yeah, well, her snake bit my dog. So there."
It was literal, yes, but Writ was hoping that a high Vale would misconstrue that into something completely and utterly obscene. Vale knew what he was like, after all. Another thought dawned on Writ.
"Ha ha." Writ said with evident sarcasm, "Zy's already told me about her arrangement with her fiance, and it sure as hell isn't you."
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Posted: Wed Jun 02, 2010 9:00 pm
Valeriu blinked at Writ in uncomprehending puzzlement.
"I didn't know you had a dog, Writ. I am sorry - is it okay?" Valeriu knew full well how poisonous Zyanya's snakes were. And he imagined little dogs did not do well against them.
"Her fiance?" Valeriu's lips quirked as he tried very, very hard not to smile. "You are after a promised v'oman?"
He failed. The smile curled over his fangs, degenerating into (manly) giggling.
"You are crazy," he informed Writ, frankly. "First Ciro's v'oman, and now Zyanya? You are crazy, and I think you have a death v'ish."
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Posted: Wed Jun 02, 2010 9:48 pm
"Oh come on, don't tell me that her being engaged would work out." Writ said in all seriousness, "She's got a body of a eighteen year old, and her finance's the same age as she is!"
That logic didn't work right in Writ's brain at first, and he looked like he was going to take back what he said, but the built in ******** meter in his mind had okay'd the statement to be said. Magical logic wasn't good for a mortal mind.
"Yeah, good news is that Zy doesn't really like her 'promised man', and that 'promised man' isn't already out for my blood."
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Posted: Wed Jun 02, 2010 9:54 pm
"Tch," Vale muttered, dubiously, giving Writ A Look. "And you called me a *****? Pot, kettle, black. You treat her good, or I punish you in his place," he added, warningly.
"No Trickster tricks v'ith girls. They are delicate and sweet and have v'onderful smiles."
Valeriu missed one smile in particular, and the deep furrow to his brow belied the direction his thoughts had taken.
"But I am happy for you. Maybe a girlfriend v'ill teach you not to be such a jerk," he finished, flippantly. "Such as drugging up an innocent man v'ith the kitty equivalent of date-rape."
Valeriu was finally getting his wits back.
"Jerk."
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Posted: Wed Jun 02, 2010 10:22 pm
"Oh come on Vale, you don't trust me? At least Zy's relatively sane, and it's not like your track record's any better." Writ raised an eyebrow, "You're the one who decided it was a good idea to go out with a rainbow-flavored nympho."
Writ could be mean when he wanted to.
When Vale said he was happy for him and Zyanya, Writ said "Thanks." then quickly added in a "Sorry." for what he said before.
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Posted: Wed Jun 02, 2010 10:39 pm
"Rainbow sorbet," he corrected absently, ear twitching. There was a pang in his mind that reminded him exactly how much he didn't have right now. He missed Quinn. He missed Tepin. He knew he shouldn't be allowed to miss either of them. He gave another go for grabbing the water, managing to stretch far enough to get it this time.
"I didn't even know v'hat a nympho v'as," he muttered, sipping at his water. "I v'as so happy v'ith the holding hands, I remember. And then bam! Adulthood, angst, and on-and-off again relationships."
It was hard to even recall what it was like to be a kid anymore. He had fuzzy memories of naively following Tezcatlipoca's orders, being polite to a fault and acting as adult-like as he knew how.
He'd never realized how empty his house was until he'd had them in it.
He shook his head, finishing off his glass of water to hide the look that had stolen onto his face, lazily getting up from the couch.
"I don't know about you, but I am in the mood for something stronger than v'ater," he grumbled, meandering to his kitchen. "You v'ant anything? I have pălincă, apricot flavor - though I think I also have some sort of rum and vodka left over from earlier, too."
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Posted: Wed Jun 02, 2010 11:02 pm
"Yeah, you'd know." Writ laughed.
He downed his glass of water at the mention of alcohol. Unlike Quinn, he could trust Vale with his drunk a**, and from what he heard from Seamus, Vale would be sober enough to keep him from doing anything stupid. There was a time where he would've abstained, but in all honesty, the conversation would brighten up if one of them was far from sober, and it's been a while since Writ had the opportunity to relax and have a few drinks...
"Rum sounds good right about now."
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Posted: Wed Jun 02, 2010 11:08 pm
"You v'ould, too," he shot back, a rare smirk lighting his face. "Quinn's not good at kissing and not telling," he reminded him, smugly.
He pulled the bottles out of the cabinet, twin glasses clinking in his hands. "Rum it is," he declared, setting the rum before Writ and his own homeland-best before himself, pouring himself a full dose before holding it up to toast.
"To alcohol!"
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Posted: Wed Jun 02, 2010 11:40 pm
"Yeah!" Writ raised his glass, and the night began.
***
1 drink...
The TV was stuck on the classic channel's Doctor Who marathon. Writ vaguely remembered the episode, it was about the French. And time Traveling. And snogging, whatever the ******** that meant.
"You know." Writ said at one point, "That Pompador lady's pretty hot. I'd do her."
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