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 Posted: Fri Jul 28, 2006 5:41 pm
"I'm not going to make you sleep on the floor!" The squirrel woman suddenly exclaimed, blinking back the surprise that he'd think she'd make him sleep on the floor like an animal. "I can always pick up one of those lint rollers from Delia, so don't worry about it. Besides, it's nice to have a warm body to sleep with... Sleep sleep, that is..."
She offered him an awkward smile before blindly reaching over to flick the light off. "Just make yourself comfortable. I'm pretty amiable as far as sleeping goes."
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Posted: Fri Jul 28, 2006 5:47 pm
Pyroth was glad of the company anyway, the coyote happier to snooze with someone else nearby. Shifting slightly, he got to his feet, rotating twice before curling up like a dog, finally able to accomplish something his brain had been wanting to do since he hit 75 percent. At least like this his bones all fit, he was a proper creature again, no longer stuck in a sort of limbo. Wether or not said creature was human or not didn't really matter much anymore.
He flicked his fuzzy tail around to cover his nose, closing his eyes in the dark before stating simply a muffled. "Thanks." Then he fell quiet again, asleep faster than he had been in ages.
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Posted: Fri Jul 28, 2006 5:53 pm
It didn't take her long to find sleep as well, especially once Pyroth had settled down and passed into a slumber. It was contagious, and soon enough, the squirrel woman was sleeping next to him. Her tails having curled around her for some sort of warmth.
The night had been interesting.
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Posted: Sat Aug 05, 2006 6:08 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 05, 2006 6:09 pm
 Antoinette Devereux It was late, and Antony was returning to her duplex after a merry little trip to the dumpster and the cafeteria. The former was to drop off her trash, which had been overflowing, and the latter to indulge herself in a late night bowl of ice cream. She had found that the much cooler though still muggy nights suited her much better. It may have been harder to see in the dark, but at least she didn't run the risk of getting burned and a nifty giant headache from squinting. Sunglasses could only do so much, she had found out the hard way. Chert could be dead, Billy was Billy, Jamal had tried to Meow Mix her a**, and the fact that there was nothing to really do on the island but the same things over and over again continued to wear on the squirrel woman. Sure, she had finally scratched that orgasm itch, but somehow she still didn't feel satisfied. Maybe it was finding out Billy was on coke, or even a bit of jealousy towards the female doctor. Alright, a hefty amount of jealousy. She was normal, and Billy obviously had feelings for her. It didn't help that her sheets, particularly her pillow, were losing all their comforting smells. Part of her was ashamed that she hadn't washed her sheets since Chert had last stayed over, but she usually blamed it all on apathy and moved onto other thoughts. Perhaps the idea of being even slightly dependent on a man angered her the most, but Antony was pretty sure it was something else. Something more dangerous, in her mind. Cursing audibly under her breath, she lit another cigarette, having already smoked two or three (she had lost count) since leaving her duplex. She was frustrated, and not in the easy to fix sexual way either, and Antony dealt with it by turning that energy into anger. Steam was easier to blow off than dealing with the hearts of the problems. At least, as far as she was concerned it was ******** this island. ******** the lack of Chinese take-out. ******** everything. Oh, and ******** fuc-- Her thought was suddenly cut off by a familiar scent that made her squirrelly nerves fire rapidly that she was in DANGER. The second smell didn't register until she laid eyes on the other woman. The other woman, who was practically oozing dominance, was in -her- territory. And she was with Jamal. Her tails bristled and her anger overpowered the natural urge to run, despite noticing his newest changes. Against her better judgement, Antony took a pull of her cigarette and headed over towards the pair. "Hello Jamal..." She trailed off to allow the other to introduce herself, giving an expectant look to the normal female. Something about the fact that she was a good distance taller than this female pleased the squirrel woman because that meant she was bigger. Bigger and undoubtedly stronger. Obviously, she was the dominant of the pair. Period. Maryke Jimenez
Maryke walked with Jamal, the wheels in her mind twisting and turning as she did. Every now and then would look over at him and smirk. She wasn't stupid. She knew she'd have to eventually make use of her bargain, and she was fine with it. Of course if he forgot it then that would be even better.
She stopped however when they reached near the duplexes and especially when she saw the strange looking woman. She couldn't tell the animal in her at first glance, but guessed along the lines of 'squirrel'. And the fact that this woman new Jamal was interesting too. He had said no one liked him, curious and curious.
Maryke let an impassive smile at the other female, that was until she caught the look this woman was giving her. Uh....what the ********> The brunette hadn't even spoken and already the girl was staring daggers at her, looking her up and down as if she was sizing her up. oh no honey, not tonight. Not when she really just wanted to get back to her duplex in one piece and not start anything with anyone.
Save the bitchery for later. Maryke simply wasn't interest in the petty schoolgirl tirades.
"Maryke," she said simply, letting her eyes tick back towards her then back towards Jamal. She was about to excuse herself, but was curious to how this would play out.
Jamal_Reedy Jamal was about to suggest she pay up tonight, as that was his entire motive in the first place, but that was neatly interrupted when he saw Antony strolling over. That, at first, had him dumbfounded, especially since the last HE knew, they weren't on great terms. He did brighten though...maybe she had forgave him? "Hey Antony," he said in a hopeful and equally friendly manner, though he had enough sense to know that this was going to be AWKWARD. It shouldn't be, since there was NO relationship between he or the squirrel woman except for nookie as far as he knew, but the tension was thick in the air and Jamal wasn't immune to feeling it. That and the LAST time Jamal had been in the company of an unchanged islander, Antony had a cow about it. "Uh..yeah. This is Maryke. I...helped 'er outta da jungle. She ain't been herr long 'nough ta get the ropes down yet." He left out the part of sexual escapades being involved because he could tell that wasn't a good idea to talk about. Antony had a look of downright challenge on her face. Jamal flicked his whiskers anxiously. What did a guy have to DO around here to get some action?! He passed Maryke a knowing look, but it wasn't about her getting lost. It was about a payment plan he full expected to have taken care of. Antoinette Devereux For now, Antony took the offered name as a declaration of submission. Her gaze turned towards Jamal at his greeting, and her tails moved expressively behind her on their own. It wasn't a surprise that her expression had started to slowly turn sour during the entire explanation. Now, Antony knew that Jamal could be a nice person, but that quality had become more and more obscure through out his changes thanks to the tiger. She also noticed the attire and amount of cleavage present on the lesser female. It wasn't hard for her, who had used her traits to manipulate many a men, to put two and two together the moment he gave her that particular look. To occupy herself, she took another draw of her smoke, exhaling through her nose as she stayed quiet. "Pleasure," the squirrel woman finally replied to Maryke, nodding curtly. Again, she went silent, taking her time in finding the right sort of comment to grace the Squirrel Eater with. There were so many things she wanted to say, snarl, and curse at Jamal and the shorter girl, but she knew that'd be a poor move. The smell of lingering blood was not ignored, and Antony chose it for a conversation starter, "Have a good hunt?" It was her turn to give a knowing gaze before waving her hand absently, "I can smell it." Maryke Jimenez
This squirrel woman was almost laughable, and in Maryke's mind she assumed underneath the fur and tails that this Antony woman was just your garden variety slut. Catty and possesive. To ******** a man meant that you were somebody, that you mattered. Someone needed to give her a wakeup call. You were just a quick lay if that's what you presented yourself as. And by the looks and actions Maryke could already tell this woman was trying to play top b***h over all the girls here. Not that the madame really cared. Women like her could never hold a candle to someone like Maryke. Mar'd never dabble in the petty catfights and possive nature that most women had. No she was above such things because it was the plain and simple fact that other things mattered more to her.
"Pleasure's mine," She said darkly, letting the words role off her tongue in a steady and fluid vocalization. It was plain and simple what it meant.
Back the hell off! She didn't want Jamal, this woman could have him and spread her legs for every man on the goddamn island for all she cared. She merely wanted to get back to her duplex and forumalate more ways to get off the island, nothing more.
At length she turned towards Jamal, hearing the 'good hunt' and knowing what he had said early about having already eaten. Ew....gross! But, she didn't really want to stay to here that either. "I should get going..." she said finally.
Jamal_Reedy Jamal's face flinched painfully at Antony's well thrown commentary, but any double meaning that might have been there was lost on him. He didn't appreciate being told he smelt of blood when he was still guarded about his raw meat-eating status. "Good 'nough," he answered gruffly, glancing at Maryke for a moment then looking back at Antony. "Gotta take care of ma'self somehow." He could see this was going to get nowhere fast, especially now that the other girl was ready to move on. He couldn't disagree with Mar now without surely getting some sort of snap from Antony in return, but from the look on his face, he was clearly displeased about one thing or another. He nodded faintly to the shorter woman, deciding that tonight wasn't going to be his night. He ought to just go back into the jungle and fantasize at this point. "I'll see ya 'round then, if dat's da case," he said pointedly. "Count on it." Antoinette Devereux Possessive? Not really. Being pissed and 'replaced' by yet another normal islander after Jamal had gone and ditched her for the jungle? Quite right. Not to mention that there was the squirrel chattering in her head about how this was -her- territory and there was only room for one dominant female in it. This, unfortunately, was piled on top of a whole plate of grievances she had been thinking over during her walk. She was angry and still self conscious, though her pride would never let her admit the latter. Her tattoos were gone, her eyes were gone, and she could no longer walk normally. Sometimes it felt like Antony was gone, and it pissed her off to know that Moreau was having such an effect on her thoughts. In fact, she had been slowly turning into a pressure cooker since Chert declined her offer of help after his transformation and then left. It was taking most of her strength to keep it all from blowing like Mount St. Helens. At Maryke's comment, Antony simply laughed for a bit before letting it fade to chuckles and then a soft 'hmm' before smiling sweetly. She could care less what this woman thought of her because all else fails, the squirrel woman was quite self assured that in a fight, tiny tot and her fake bazookas would lose. "It was nice meeting you. I hope to catch you properly another time." She didn't miss Jamal's comment, but simply waited for Maryke to leave before turning to him, "You never visited me." There was definitely an undertone of hurt in her statement, and it was obvious she was trying to convert all of it into anger to save her pride. Though, her tails did droop a bit, giving her cover-up away. Maryke Jimenez
Maryke had won. That was plain to see. Anyone who knew this little game well enough knew that the one that cared, the one that was REALLY bent out of shape if they were one upped, well then that made them automatically the loser. Maryke didn't care not only what this woman thought of her, but also she didn't really care whose bedroom was being used more. It was trivial.
"Count on it," she said to Antony, giving the squirrel girl a little deathly wink before she turned to Jamal. Even though she wasn't interested she wasn't about to go without giving a little something to piss off Antony even more.
"I'd doubt it matter with you shacking up in the jungle, but I'm in 56....or I can come there...if you need anything..." with that she flipped her hair a bit and sauntered off, amused how irritated the overgrown nut chucker had gotten with only their first meeting.
Jamal_Reedy Jamal listened carefully to Maryke's comment, noting the duplex number. Good to know. "A'ight. See ya then," he said as pleasantly as he could muster, given the situation, trying to not look too pleased at the retrieval of this important duplex information. When the woman walked away, he truely had to restrain himself from watching her waggling behind as she walked away. Somehow, his guy intuition knew that would go over with Antony about as well as a hampster in a microwave, so instead, he glanced vacantly off into the distance until he was spoken to. The statement uttered by the squirrel woman sounded vaguely reproachful and accusing, so he had enough sense to look at the least chagrined and idly scratched his now-furry chin. "Well," he said after a thoughtful pause, looking her in the face. "I didn't figger I was welcome. Afta'...you know..." Antoinette Devereux The comment and hair flip made her roll her eyes. It was like taking a trip down memory lane and back into high school all over again. When a petty undertone catfight like the one previous was only solved by Antony beating the tar out of the other party. Besides, she needed a good workout. The idea of using the turd colored barbie as an ashtray while calmly sipping on a saucer of tea. Not that she drank tea in a saucer, but the mental image brought a gleeful sort of smirk to her features. That was, until Jamal spoke of the attempt at turning her into Fancy Feast. "After you tried to eat me," she stated glancing in the direction that Maryke went, also taking note of the duplex number. Maybe she'd give a call to Dr. Duvert and ask for another favor sometime soon... Clearing her throat, she relaxed some and ran her hands over her face and small muzzle. "Everything's going to s**t and I'm starting to see patterns..." She really had wanted to stay angry, but now that the immediate stench had flounced off, it was hard to remain as such. Her anger at his attack had worn off long ago, replaced by more drama than she ever had cared for. "Can we go inside?" The rodent mumbled, turning and heading to her duplex before he could answer. Her tails behind her swayed and twitched every so often, speaking their own language silently. Jamal_Reedy "Yeah," he answered faintly as she filled in the blank. He wanted to again assert that it was an ACCIDENT, but he felt it was unnecessary to do so. Maybe if he left it alone, they could just gloss over it and pretend it didn't happen. She didn't -look- angry like he imagined she would be. Her current expression and actions didn't seem right though either, so when she asked to go inside, he decided against declining; he felt that would be a -really- shitty thing to do regardless of what he wanted. She -had- been good to him, all things considered. Antony was probably the ONLY person on the island who would give him the time of day whenever he had the whim. Jamal didn't answer her question but instead fell in step behind her, eyes drawn to the twitching tails that were nothing more than big cat toys in his eyes. He went to touch one but restrained himself.
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Posted: Sat Aug 05, 2006 8:23 pm
Antony didn't pay any attention to his transfixion with her tails because there were too many other things on her mind, and she didn't feel safe out in the open darkness.
It was only when she stepped into the confines of her duplex that she felt much more secure, even if she was currently letting a rather scary predator into her safe haven as well. The door was shut and locked when he came in, and she was suddenly and acutely aware that Jamal smelled. Outside, the musk was masked, but not in her more feminine smelling duplex.
Her face scrunched in a sour expression, but it didn't seem right to promptly ask him to shower after... Well what just happened.
"Why is it always the normal ones?" She asked suddenly, again trying to cover up any shred of hurt with anger. "I don't care if you sleep with other woman... As long as they're..." Unable to say what she was thinking, Antony simply gestured vividly towards her furry self.
She took in a deep, ragged breath and closed her eyes. There would be no tears. "When you have to beg an octopus man for sex you know something's terribly wrong."
The squirrel woman was shaking, but it was hard to tell if it was from anger or somethine else. She hadn't had to deal with this much drama in over a decade, and this island seemed to be quite the cesspool.
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Posted: Sat Aug 05, 2006 8:39 pm
Jamal couldn't help that he smelt like the predator he was becoming. Flesh and blood on fur was hard to clean, especially without soap. He never noticed it as he had grown used to it...otherwise he might have been ashamed.
He thought everything was going to go well enough until she suddenly started back on him with a more angry tone, which he hadn't expected. His first instinct was the look to the door, not sure if he wanted to stand here and get chewed out for something that came as natural to him as breathing did.
"Antony," he said sternly, ice-hued eyes set into a stare below his knit brow that also was reflected in the fanged frown that settled on his muzzle. "I thought we went ova this b'fo...." He knew it was going to go there. He just KNEW it.
Normally he'd just say ******** it and try to leave, but he was tired of letting things linger and fester until friendships were dissolved and he was completely alone. As much as an a*****e as he was, he did appreciate Antony's friendship a great deal and it had bothered him significantly for awhile that they might never speak. At least that hurdle had been crossed.
"It has NOTHING to do wit' what ya look like or what THEY look like. I don't know why ya think I ratha trade in you fer somethin' I ain't even sure I'm gonna like....it's not ABOUT lookin' for nuthin' betta or 'normal' as ya put it." He leaned back against the closed door, arms crossing defensively, but kept any irritation squashed back. Now wasn't the time. He was trying to remain objective here, but he could tell she was more distraught then she let on.
"The only women dat let me get near 'em are the new ones...cause they ain't heard 'bout me yet. Ya know?....ya think any of da otha ones 'round herr gonna want ta have anythin' ta do wit' me? No. They all think I'm out of ma ********' mind. Even da ones I known awhile don't want nuthin' ta do wit' me. It ain't 'bout who's changed 'n' who ain't when I want a piece. It's 'bout who's willin'...and it ain't many."
He sighed and rubbed his chin, dragging his claws through the fur in a soothing grooming-like motion, and laid his ears flat.
"I don't know why ya think there's so much wrong wit' ya. I don't see NUTHIN' wrong wit' ya 'n' I've told ya that. Maybe all this transformin' s**t has ******** up the othas enough where they don't want any action from anyone. That ain't yer fault."
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Posted: Sat Aug 05, 2006 9:00 pm
She gave a thick huff of sorts and rubbed her face in a sort of soothing motion as well, hating at how weak this place had made her. Back home everything would be fine and dandy with Owl, her jobs, and her father. Her friends would be there to let go with, and she would still be herself.
Now she didn’t know what she was anymore. Halfway between man and the number one annoyance in D.C..
Nonetheless, she stayed quiet while he spoke, listening to him as her tails lashed behind her. "I would have been content to stay with the few I have already, but you left, Billy's a crab a**, and I think... One's dead..." He probably went back to his duplex and killed himself. She couldn't help but think as she trailed off. "******** Jamal, I'd rather stick with friends than go try and charm strangers as a giant rodent."
And that was only the tip of the ice burg.
She would -not- let herself devolve into an emo girl, or worse, a screamo girl.
"That girl didn't give a s**t about you. Not that you care if you were just after a**, but girls like her think that they're all high and mighty because they're manipulative and use their body to gain power." Reality check, lots of girls did that. Maryke was nothing special. She growled to herself and pulled her fingers through her longer hair. "Whatever, you can handle yourself..."
It could no longer be ignored, "But for the love of god please take a shower?" Antony looked up and gave him a pleading expression that she already felt bad for demanding.
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Posted: Sat Aug 05, 2006 9:12 pm
"I left 'cause I didn't think I had a CHOICE," he said pointedly, jabbing a finger to his semi-furry chest as he stood up straight. "'Cause I'm sorry, but if I kin just fly off 'n' try ta hurt one of da few people who can deal wit' me, then maybe it's betta if I keep ta myself. I might want someone's blood on ma hands, but it ain't yer blood I'm afta'."
He growled and shook his head, making a cutting motion in the air as he started to pace. "I ain't lookin' fo' her friendship. I dealt wit' bitches like her b'fo. I ain't stupid when it comes to that s**t. What da ya want from me? I don't get it."
Her final demand, laced with a pleading tone or not, drew a very cold stare from him, either because of the very nature of his feline eyes or because he was offended. His muzzle wrinkled above his elongated fangs but he didn't say anything. Instead his tail whipped the air as he stalked off to the bathroom, flicking the switch on carelessly, and turned the water onto a scorching hot setting. Of all the things to demand...in the middle of serious discussion....whatever. He'd shower, maybe she'd get through her wankfest and either reach an understanding or he'd break his way out of the duplex and return to the life he was certain he was doomed to anyway. He didn't -want- to, but it looked like his hopes of having things fixed might not happen. How was he supposed to make her understand?
The rhythmic splatter of water against the tub was muffled as he stepped in with his tattered shorts still on. They needed to be cleaned anyway.
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Posted: Sat Aug 05, 2006 9:30 pm
She didn't get it either, with the amount of drama moshing around in her head Antony was surprised she had made it this far in a coherent 'discussion.'
A sigh of relief was uttered when he went off to shower, and once he was under the water she slipped into her room to change into an old t-shirt and a pair of boxers. Frumpy Antony wasn't one that was seen often, but that's what she felt like at the moment.
After brushing out her hair and fur, something that she never was overly demanding of, the squirrel woman sat down on the edge of her bed and took to brushing her tails. Each one of them, too. Part of it was just something to do, but she admitted to herself that the grooming was, in fact, very calming.
However, as much as she tried to, Antony couldn't get the jumble of thoughts out of her head, and automatically, her sans brush hand groped behind her for her extra pillow. It was the pillow that had a lingering Kettle scent to it. The brush was soon forgotten as she simply hugged the fluffy reminder of pleasant feelings to her chest, burying her muzzle into it and inhaling deeply. Absently, her tails moved to wrap around her.
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Posted: Sat Aug 05, 2006 9:40 pm
Jamal spent an abnormally long time in the shower given the situation. Normally he'd be in and out and ready for anything, but the whole mood was soured significantly. He was a loss of what he was supposed to do now. He could repeat himself until he was blue in the face, but he didn't know if she'd 'get it' or not. Solitary living in the jungle continually started to gain pros, not cons.
He finally lathered up good, shucking off his shorts at one point and washing them with a bit of shampoo as well, as the searing hot water continued to beat on both fur and skin alike. It felt odd, as he hadn't dealt with hot water in awhile, but water was water and the tiger didn't mind too much. He could have stayed in for a lot longer, but decided against it simply because he didn't want her to snap at him for anything else. With a sigh, he rinsed both himself and the article of clothing in a lengthy process to make sure all the suds were out of his fur, then shut the water off.
After a look about, he grabbed an apparently fresh towel and briskly rubbed himself down with it, sucked as much water from his shorts as he could as an afterthought, and then slung the wet towel back onto a hook. He pulled his shorts back on, hardly bothered that they were damp, and padded back out where he came across Antony sitting on her bed. His whiskers twitched in a silent "There, happy?".
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Posted: Sat Aug 05, 2006 9:54 pm
His voice startled her, and she sat up straighter in attempts to look at least a bit more composed before turning her gaze towards him. After her next inhale, she nodded, trying to force a smile but returned to her lax lips when she failed grandly.
"Sorry..." Antony finally whispered, unable to really get anything else floating through her mind out. She didn't want to sound like a whiny git anyways. That just wasn't her style, really. "I don't feel like myself anymore," the woman finally said with a sigh, and it was obvious that she had either conceded to his earlier explanations or had just given up for the night.
"I can't go outside much because of the sun. It hurts my eyes and I burn in no time at all. So I've been stuck inside, like a reclusive teenager. There's only so much I can find to occupy my time in here. I've watched too many movies, my sketchbooks are all filled, and I'm not going to masturbate constantly." She shrugged apathetically, "And god ******** damnit I promised myself I wouldn't whine!"
So much for not emoing.
A couple of her tails unwrapped themselves and made a few angry, yet dignified, lashes as if to agree with the anger before eventually settling loosely around her again.
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Posted: Sat Aug 05, 2006 10:02 pm
Jamal's brow quirked.
"I don't think ANYONE feels like themselves no more. I ********' don't...Look at ma face. There ain't NUTHIN' human there no'mo. Not a damn thing. Not a thing I kin do 'bout it. Maybe I just accept dat things ain't gonna eva' be da same now so it don't botha' me as much as it did. I wish I unda'stood why it bugs you so much now. Why what I do bugs ya."
He ran a hand through his fur to fluff it some before it dried so it wasn't all matted down, resisting the urge to lick his hand before doing so like he was a damn house cat, then flopped down on the floor to spare her bed from getting soaked.
"I wish I could fix it, ya know. I don't want anyone ta look like we do but until someone else learns ta play god, I don't think there's s**t we can do but be pains in their asses. If ya think I don't unda'stand, yer wrong. I kin be jus' as lonely as ya kin be 'n' miss things or peeps....but ain't many that give a s**t. Da last thing I want is fo' ya ta be mad at me. I don't like it 'n' I bet ya don't like it much eitha'....but I can only do so much."
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Posted: Sat Aug 05, 2006 10:15 pm
She nodded, frowning as she allowed herself a rather stealthy inhale of the pillow she was hugging for some sort of comfort. "I don't ******** know why I'm getting jealous so easily now..." Trailing off, Antony offered another apathetic shrug as if to try and shake away the weakness that caused her to be jealous. "And I -did- miss you, trying to eat me aside..." Again, she tried to play off her comment as less than it really was meant to be.
"I guess I've had cabin fever too... And maybe worried about some people," Antony finally admitted in a sort of grumble, nuzzling the pillow somewhat and trying to shove away the memories of the last time she saw the kettle. The last thing she needed was more depressing thoughts.
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