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 Posted: Mon Jul 31, 2006 3:16 pm
To that end, Demetrius gently untangled their fingers, and then slowly - giving Raffh time to object or react - wrapped his arm around the cat's waist, murring once it was done.
"His apartment? Second one on the first floor." Bastien nodded a little. He /had/ noticed that Atticus' wings were quite obviously functioning, if not a little...scarred. It would have made him feel slightly bitter, but the other packleader had had the good grace not to flaunt or otherwise draw attention to the fact, and so it passed without a mention.
...He was forgetting...something. Ah! "By the way, his name is Javert."
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Posted: Mon Jul 31, 2006 3:26 pm
The arm wrapped around him was warm and something fluttered in his stomach. He seeked the warmth leaning back into the coon, purring deeply, what ever this feeling met he enjoyed it. His eyes closed, and he nuzzled against Demetrius chest. "My stomach feels funny."
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Posted: Mon Jul 31, 2006 3:44 pm
Javert? Nothing he recognized, unfortunately - not that he'd expected to. Atticus hadn't been raised in this part of the world, where anthropomorphs were so concentrated. One of the reasons, perhaps, he'd been so surprised to the bones by the Quest. "Convenient," he murmured, making for the entrance with a hesitant speed. He didn't want to seem or be reluctant, but how could he help it when all the time all he could remind himself of was that he didn't know what to do?
Eventually reaching the door, he tilted his head to the side at it with pursed lips for a moment of further consternation before knocking smartly and stepping back.
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 11:38 am
Demetrius smiled softly. "Does it now?" His voice was similarly soft as he tightened his arm a little. Despite his apparent calm, his heart was beating a bit faster than normal.
Bastien stood behind the other packleader, hoping that his presence would keep Javert from snarling too much at the outset. He wasn't a friend or aquaintence by any stretch of the word, but he WAS a housemate and an authority figure.
The door opened...quicker than would be expected. The coon seemed to be on his way out, hat in hand. For a moment, he looked between Atticus and Bastien, and then scowled. "Yes?" There was certainly a growl in that thick French accent.
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 11:44 am
"Yes," Raffh squeaked as the fluttering suddenly errupted in flight at the slight tightening of Demetrius arm. He coud smell the coon's scent and that voice soft and gentle made him flush. Why hadn't this happen with Chiron?
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 11:48 am
What was with him and his obsession with near-death? Not that he felt physically threatened, just still... terribly lost. Thus Atticus took flight on instinct, possibility and attempted to revel in not knowing what he was going to say next, hoping it wouldn't lead to disaster.
"Good morning," he greeted the oddly accented coon with a twirl of hand and bow, "Might you be Javert? I'd heard a little about you."
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Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2006 5:06 pm
Demetrius' heart beat a little harder, and then he began to escort Raffh down the stairs again. And yet, the elder coon continued to feign ignorance, even as he bent his head down a little, his mouth by the cat's ear. "That's funny." He murmured. "Perhaps you're still not well enough to walk."
Javert grunted, putting his hat back on the hook by the door, crossing his arms over his chest. He didn't like the look of this man, and he didn't like that he was in the company of Bastien. But they were...packleaders. Athourity. Although that didn't mean he would be pleasent, it did mean that he felt it necessary to at least listen to the man, instead of brushing right past him as he would have normally. "I am." He answered brusquely, and then waited.
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Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2006 5:18 pm
"I hope not," Raffh said shocked slightly. He would feel horrible if he was bedridden. His ear flickered back as Demetrius breath in his ear. It felt good. "Don't let me fall k'."
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Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2006 12:17 am
He HAD been kidding, but...ah well. "Never, Raffh. Never." Demetrius promised as he guided the cat down the stairs, simply enjoying his closeness and his warmth.
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Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2006 6:14 am
The kitten calmed still concerned about this new feeling. Raffh had never been a part of an actuall courtship and such sighs where confusing and troubling. You couldn't say how he hooked up with Chiron was dating. They had become close fast and each day they ment seemed to end in intimate contact. This was new, felt strange, but good...
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Posted: Wed Aug 16, 2006 11:31 am
Demetrius, on the other hand, was well used to courtship as well as...well. Quicker developments. Perhaps this was the way it should be, with Raffh unable to enter quickly into a physical relationship. Perhaps it was right that he needed to be wooed first. A smile curved on the coon's lips as he continued to walk downstairs, supporting a little bit of the cat's weight.
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Posted: Wed Aug 16, 2006 1:12 pm
Raffh hit the bottom of the stairs and rested for a moment. His ears flickered down and he panted slightly. The self stravation had ruined his stamina. He sign gratefull for the coon's support. "I am begaining to hate stairs." He muttered.
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Posted: Wed Aug 16, 2006 2:30 pm
"It'll get better. You just need time to recover." Demetrius pulled him against his body so that he could rest properly, trying to take most of Rafh's weight.
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Posted: Wed Aug 16, 2006 2:35 pm
Raffh blinked and rested against Demetrius. "I know it just hard. I don't like the feel of being weak."
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Posted: Wed Aug 16, 2006 2:46 pm
"I know." He was running his fingers through the kitten's hair comfortingly and feeling bad.
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