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 Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2006 4:44 pm
F has a welcome visit from Antony, and gets down to some good old fashioned.. lickin'? F wasn't one to learn from his mistakes. Of all the accidents that had mysteriously found their way into his life, not one had made him any less inclined to throw himself off things or climb stuff that wasn't made to be climbed. A week spent in the labs was enough to give anyone such an apparent deathwish. The trouble was, F wasn't in much of a shape to be doing that sort of thing. Instead, he sat propped up against the side of his bed clutching his harmonica, very much asleep; His stomach bandaged and full of painkillers.
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Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2006 5:25 pm
In dire need of a pick me up, Antony went to the only duplex she knew contained a certain dreaded one. One of the few that had managed to cheer her up and let her mind wander free of any Island drama.
It was time to visit F.
After a look a the directory and a bit of a walk, a sunglasses clad squirrel knocked properly on his front door, leaning against the door frame lazily waiting for a response.
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Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2006 5:41 pm
F grunted awake at the sound at the door. He surveyed the room with a bleary squint while licking dry lips.
"Okay." he said simply in answer to nothing in particular, and lifted himself onto the bed before gingerly getting to his feet. Harmonica still in his hand, he instinctively snatched his own sunglasses from the bedside table and slotted them over his ears before ruffling his hair.
One hand on his belly, he used the other to turn the keys that were already in the door and slowly swung it open.
"Oh 'ello." he said cheerfully before the cracked left hand lenses of his glasses unceremoniously slid out of the frame completely and dropped onto the carpet. F blinked and looked down at it.
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Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2006 5:51 pm
"Oh god the drama got to you too," she said sadly, a look of mild shock crossing her squirrelly features. Bending over, she picked up the broken piece of his sunglasses and offered it to him. Her own shades were pushed up in a pseudo headband with her other hand.
With an eyebrow quirk, she made a silent question of if she could come in. "I came to see how you were and to leech a cheering up from you... Now that I'm here it looks like we both need one, actually."
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Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2006 6:24 pm
"Hey. You underes'imate me." he said with a lazy smile.
"I jus' 'ad my first experience wiv impalement, vat's all. Not quite as fun as you might've fought, but it made for an in'eresting.. period of time which I don't remember too well.. But I'm sure it was very in'eresting never vuh less."
He concluded with a light snort and took the lense from her furred hand. He disappeared into his duplex to place it and the remains of his shades on a nearby surface.
Without the protection of his glasses he was more conscious of his scarred eye -Only because it hampered his ability to be merry. From previous experience, he found the air tended to grow heavier when people couldn't help but stare. And heavy air was no fun at all.
F cleared his throat.
"Mon abode est tu abode." he said, gesturing to her from inside with a brief bow in an attempt at something vaguely French and vaguely gentlemanly.
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Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2006 9:32 pm
"Impalement?" She repeated ever so slowly, as if checking to make sure she heard him right. One glance to where he was holding his stomach smoothed over any doubts she harbored. "Well, you look good for being skewered then."
His dramatic bow caused her to one up his gesture with an equally dramatic curtsey, which included her tails fanning out in a sort of peacock-like arrangement.
Of course, the squirrel woman noticed his scarred eye, but considering all that she had seen on the island, she wasn't too phased by it. Afterall, when you've slept with a man turning into an octopus, lots of things seem normal.
Once inside and out of the bright sunlight, she stopped squinting and gave a pleasant sigh before turning to him with her bandaged hands on her hips in a more playful manner than cross. "How'd you stick yourself?" She glanced over at him before taking a rather lovely run and leap onto his bed, letting herself bounce when she landed as if she were a kid again.
Really, it was just a pseudo stealthy way to lay down on his bed without seeming like she was trying to seduce him. Though, she did take it upon herself to waggle her rear at him for shits and giggles. She even threw in an over the shoulder glance with a wink while she was at it.
She remembered F wasn't one for serious.
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Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2006 10:01 pm
F couldn't contain a smirk at her curtsey.
"Would you believe me if I said I done it jousting? On dolphins. I fink vat'd be quite impressive." he drew himself up with a broad grin before releasing a goofy laugh at her antics and subsequently clutching his ********, don't make me laugh" he said, still chuckling. It obviously didn't hurt too much. The painkillers had done a good job.
"You look rediculous." he stated with a warm smile, and took his time following her to lay on his back on the bed.
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Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2006 10:09 pm
"What, no sea turtles latched together with rope from your back hair?" She looked utterly disappointed at this travesty, at least until he clutched his stomach in pain. Then she looked like a young child that had just been caught with their hand in the cookie jar, a few partially munched in their mouth, and about five cookies already in various pockets.
"I sincerely apologize," Antony said with a sage nod.
His next comment caused her to c**k an eyebrow, "Well, I think anyone who was turning into a multi-tailed giant squirrel would look rediculous, but how can you deny five fluffy tails being cute?" As if to punctuate her point, she batted him across the nearest body part with a couple of the longer, fluffier ones.
Regardless of the jokes, the squirrel made sure to make room for him next to her, stretching her arms above her head before lacing her fingers and nestling them behind her head casually.
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Posted: Thu Aug 31, 2006 8:48 am
"Well why waste perfec'ly good back 'air when we got dolphins?" he quipped with a quizzical look. The reference sailed over his head, however. Movies were not a luxury F was accustomed to.
He gave a devilish grin in response to her statement and question.
"What kind've squirrel 'as five tails anywaah-" he finished as a large white object manifested from the more vague side of his field of vision. He soon realised her tail was attacking his ear and instinctively flailed his hands at it with a snort before flopping down next to her.
Somewhere in the process of doing this however, F managed to stub his toe on the edge of the bed and squealed in an attempt to be manly about it.
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Posted: Thu Aug 31, 2006 2:12 pm
Turning her head to the side sharply at the flail plus 'manly' squeal, Antony's lips pursed in attempt not to laugh at him. "Having trouble there Effy?" She asked with the utmost concern, moving one hand from behind her head to push a dread from his face in a motherly sort of way. "Didjoo get a BooBoo?"
It wasn't long before her muzzle split into a wide grin and was giggling something fierce as she rolled onto her side in order to see him properly.
All the while, her tails continue to make a vigorous attempt to assult him. Not that they actually hurt, but that wasn't the point.
Bother. Bother. Bother.
That was the point.
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Posted: Thu Aug 31, 2006 3:37 pm
"No more van usual." he drawled in an offhand manner, sticking his tongue out at her from behind his hair. "I'm starting a collection actually." he said with a cheery smile as if talking about a fascinating new hobby.
The whole time he had been attempting to ignore the tails, only batting one away every so often. He lay there with her tails buffeting him for a couple more seconds, glaring at her in defiance before finally snapping.
"Alrigh', where's vis doc?" he demanded as he lunging at her, fingers poised and ready to tickle. "I need t'get me some'er vose tails. Or lots of arms, or tentacles or somefing." He moved in for the kill, continuing to ramble as he did so.
"Oh, I know exac'ly what vey should make me! Vat grass stuff vat sticks to your cloves. And prob'ly your fur." he considered, "Vat would be sufficiently annoying."
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Posted: Thu Aug 31, 2006 4:01 pm
An indignant squawk of sorts left her the moment he began to tickle her, flailing and making all sorts of unAntony like noises... Girly noises. "N...No!" She managed to gasp, rolling onto her back in attempts to get away from him. Since her tails weren't prehensile, there was nothing much she could use them for other than balance.
If he was well enough to attack her, he was well enough to take her retaliations.
Should the roll away not work, the squirrel woman would make a sharp shift ontop of him and try to pin his arms up over his head. Away from her sides. Far, far away.
"You play dirty," she finally muttered in an accusational tone, eyeing him critically from her newfound perch.
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Posted: Thu Aug 31, 2006 4:28 pm
"Y-yes!" F insisted with a nod and a rather mad grin, his hands following her sides wherever she wiggled to.
"Yuhff-" he grunted as he was pinned. He was sure this was doing no good for the hole in his stomach that was trying desperately to heal, but he wasn't about to spoil the fun. Oh no.
"Only as dirty as you'd expect from a dirty, dirty man.." He put on an over the top seductive tone, eyes narrowed and lips pursed in what ended up looking like an expression probably common for a toad suffering abnormal bowel movements.
He also temporarily gained an unintentional but vaguely Scottish accent as he spoke. He wasn't sure where that had come from.
All the same, his fingers wiggled threateningly from above his head.
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Posted: Thu Aug 31, 2006 4:42 pm
She was not to be outdone either, it seemed, and while he donned an over the top voice, Antony was much more well versed in the torturing of the opposite sex. And so she leaned foreward, letting their chests brush. The fact that she was in a tank top simply added to her arsenal.
"And how dirty would that be?" Antony asked in a low, tantalizingly rough voice, allowing her face to dip close enough to his ear that he'd feel the heat of her breath while she spoke.
Pulling back so that the girls and her own lips were ever so out of reach, the squirrel woman offered him a small, pleasant smile as if nothing happened. Her eyes however, gave away just how much fun she was having at his expense. This was a game in which she was quite the expert.
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Posted: Thu Aug 31, 2006 5:11 pm
F watched her display, his eyes wide at first, before he caught himself and cleared his throat. He turned his head to the side and released a short, sharp sigh.
"Women." he breathed incredulously, before turning back to face her with a new, cool smile.
"Well I 'aven't showered in a little while." he stated slowly as he leaned up towards her, all trace of attempted seduction gone. He gave her a lazy, lop-sided grin instead, then batted his eyelashes, his gut about to rupture from containing the laughter.
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