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 Posted: Fri Jul 11, 2008 7:55 pm
"Well they're my germs and it smells like you, so it can't be all bad... at least to me." Carlos grinned up at Adrian and licked his chin with his sandpaper tongue. He purred a little more loudly as the rat wrapped his arms around him and returned the gesture by hugging Adrian lightly around the neck.
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Posted: Fri Jul 11, 2008 8:05 pm
Adrian pullled off his shirt, shaking his head at his boyfriend and tossed it at the unicat. He, then, finally focused on the movie. It was a way into it, but that's okay, since the rat had already seen the movie a few times. He hoped Carlos wouldn't be confused because the younger anthro missed the beginning of it.
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vampire werewolf fangirl2
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Posted: Fri Jul 11, 2008 8:13 pm
Surprised, Carlos did not even dodge the shirt when it was tossed at him. He peeked through the neck and blinked up at Adrian, who was already watching the movie. Right, the movie. Sheepishly, he pulled it off of his head and used the shirt as a pillow as he leaned against Adrian, turning his attention back to the movie.
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Posted: Fri Jul 11, 2008 8:37 pm
Adrian was drawn into the movie almost immediatly. He didn't even realize that when Carlos gave him a hug, he gave one back, practically pulling the unicat completely on top of him. The rat just loved this movie.
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vampire werewolf fangirl2
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Posted: Fri Jul 11, 2008 8:49 pm
Carlos blushed faintly as the rat pulled him on top of him and tried to carefully make himself more comfortable without jabbing him with a knee or elbow. When finally situated he relaxed, purring faintly as they watched.
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Posted: Fri Jul 11, 2008 9:03 pm
Adrian continued watching the movie, tearing up slightly at some points, but making sure Carlos didn't see those tears. He didn't need the unicat saying he's going soft.
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vampire werewolf fangirl2
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Posted: Fri Jul 11, 2008 9:53 pm
Carlos was in all honesty dozing off and it had nothing to do with the movie. If Adrian had been pulling out tissues by the fistful he probably would not have noticed, though blowing his nose may have knocked him out of his daze. He was just so comfortable and content that he simply drifted off, gently rising and falling with the motion of the rat's chest, his own breathing evening out to match the other's. And the heartbeat was like a lullaby. Try as he might he simply could not focus.
Elsewhere in the house, a now-familiar coon was rummaging through the fridge in annoyance. His case of beer was several cans short. He could not know just whom had taken them though it was likely Jimi was one of the culprits. But he knew whom to blame; blaming Jimi would have been very stupid on his part so he decided that picking on his son would be the next best thing.
This idea was probably almost as suicidal as the first, but he still could not get over the fact that there even was a son. Apparently there were three boys total, somewhere... but since there was only one in residence and he would be easy to push around anyway, Horea decided he would. Establish a pecking order.
The only problem was the boyfriend. He looked like he could hold his own in a fight, in fact he thought he had seen a black eye and a bandaged arm. If worse came to worst, he could always aim for the injured hand... not the most honorable way to fight, but he had never been accused of such frivolity.
Horea grabbed a beer. His beer. He was adamant about that... probably because he was feeling a mixture of embarrassment from before and jealous for reasons he did not care to voice even in his own mind. Like a couple beers meant anything. But he was not really considering this as he slunk down the hallway toward Carlos' room.
When the door opened, the sudden noise of door knob hitting wall woke Carlos instantly, cutting off his soft purring with a confused yowl, his claws digging into Adrian's sides a little. "What...?"
"I knew it, you've been stealing my beer you little brat!" the coon growled, pointing at the beer sitting open next to the bed. His own beer sloshed a little and he had to take a swig just to keep it from spilling.
"Your beer..." Carlos slipped off of Adrian and stared at Horea in confusion. Come to think of it, that wasn't the brand Jimi normally bought. "We got that out of the kitchen. It's fair game in there. If you wanted to hoard it, you should take it in your room."
"Oh that's right, how silly of me... but wait. I don't have a room yet. I wonder why?" He let the question ring in the room for a moment before smirking. "Maybe it would be finished if you weren't in here screwing around with your boyfriend." An interesting choice of words, unless someone was spoiling for a fight.
Carlos' eyes widened in surprise. But they were watching a movie. True, not what they had planned initially, but... heh... Dad's friend was a real jerk. He couldn't stop blushing and he had no solid reason why. Until he noticed Adrian's shirt bunched up in his hands, hastily hiding it behind him.
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Posted: Fri Jul 11, 2008 10:11 pm
"What the hell did you just say?" Luckily, Horea barged into the room at a non-sensitive seen, so there were no signs of tears on Adrian's face. The rat jumped up off the bed and tackled the coon, strangling the other anthro. "NO ONE calls MY boyfriend a brat but ME! And HE didn't take your beer, I DID!" Saying Adrian was pissed off would be an understatement. The rat continued strangling the coon. "And we WEREN'T screwing around, you a*****e! I haven't touched Carlos in that way, EVER! One, it's too soon and Two HE'S UNDERAGE! I'm an a*****e, NOT a RAPIST!"
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vampire werewolf fangirl2
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Posted: Fri Jul 11, 2008 11:07 pm
For several minutes Carlos was incapable of doing anything but staring in horror. He had never seen Adrian in a fight - if you could call it that - before. He almost felt sorry for Horea. He must have known Adrian would come after him, but he really had had no warning. So there he was on the floor being strangled. Probably the most shocking, bewildering part of it was that Adrian was being rational, at least with his words. Strangling someone is not very rational of course. But for some reason, Carlos had not pictured Adrian speaking, let alone driving home his valid points with fists twisting into someone's throat as he gripped the neck of their shirt, or their neck (he could not see for sure back here)...
A crash, which was not unheard of around here, followed by some very harsh yelling brought to Jimi's attention that something was amiss. He had been toweling sweat off in the kitchen and about to grab a beer - one of Horea's of course, he loved to mess with his head - when he heard it. It was Adrian yelling at someone. His first thoughts were of course for his son. But as he ran down the hall and actually listened to the words, he knew right away just who was about to die.
He found Horea on the floor with his eyes rolling into his head and talon-like claws digging in wherever he could gain purchase, Adrian right on top of him. Carlos was actually hovering nearby, trying to call off the rat. He was tempted to wait and see if it would work. It was one of those necessities; would the unicat's voice of reason get through? He watched, ready to step - or jump - in if needed.
"Adrian! Don't listen to what he's saying, he's just being a jerk!" In all honesty, he was not sure how safe it was for him to come near Adrian. What if he lashed out? He did not like Horea but he was a resident here, and more importantly, for some reason he was Jimi's friend. Or maybe he just called himself that...
He saw a movement outside his now wide-open door. Oh great, an audience. But it was Jimi! And more than that, he was not doing a thing. When they made eye-contact, the unicorn, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, nodded to Carlos. He wants me to handle this? He... won't let anything happen...
Carlos nodded, squaring his jaw. "Adrian, you can't do this." He stepped forward and crouched down, laying his hands on the rat's shoulders.
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Posted: Fri Jul 11, 2008 11:27 pm
Adrian heard Jimi enter, and heard Carlos telling him to stop, but it didn't register in his mind. That was one of the bad things that happened to the rat when he got really angry; things stop registering. "You. a**. Hole!" he said, punctuating each word with a tightening of his grip.
Adrian jumped and threw Carlos off of him, spinning around, letting go of Horea. His eyes had a dangerous spark to them, like he was ready and willing to attack anything and anyone that came near him. "STAY OUT OF THIS UNLESS YOU WANT A PIECE OF ME AS WELL!" he screamed at the unicat, not realizing who it was he was yelling at.
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vampire werewolf fangirl2
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Posted: Fri Jul 11, 2008 11:50 pm
Carlos was light. Though he was crouched down too low to sail, he did slide back across the floor until he hit a desk. He was only mildly stunned, and not surprised. But he was also at a loss on what to do. He looked questioningly at Jimi, who gestured to Horea.
At least the coon was breathing. There were purple marks clearly shaped like the rat's fingers and thumbs all around his neck as he gasped, eyes almost bugging out of his head.
Carlos knelt beside Horea and helped him to sit up. He eyed the unicat warily for a moment but had more pressing issues. "Come on..." He murmured over the coon's rasping and pulled him to his feet.
Meanwhile, Jimi had used Adrian's short distraction with the unicat to shove him into the wall, pinning him face-first with a painful half nelson. Hopefully the extra pain would wake him up... "Hi, a*****e. Remember me? If you want to stay alive, I suggest you stand down now. I don't give a flying ******** what you think you are to my son."
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Posted: Sat Jul 12, 2008 12:04 am
Adrian froze as he was slammed up against the wall, blinking his eyes. The rat slowly realized what happened. He had attacked Carlos all because the unicat tried to get him to stop strangling Horea. He had also almost killed the coon. "Oh my god...," he said in a whisper. "No, not again...," he continued mumbling to himself, not really noticing that he had a VERY angry unicorn pinning him to a wall. The rat had to get out of there, but he couldn't, since Jimi not only had him pinned in a dangerous position, but the unicorn also had his injuried arm. He closed his eyes and started taking deep breaths to calm down.
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vampire werewolf fangirl2
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Posted: Sat Jul 12, 2008 3:50 pm
Again? Somehow Jimi was not surprised that something like this had happened before. Just look at Adrian. But he couldn't think of that right now, while the rat came to grips with what he had and had almost done.
The problem with this place and any of these people was that they had to help themselves. No hospitals. So the unicorn had to wrack his brain to figure out who to send Carlos and Horea to. Who was around and who was awake? Asalind? Maybe. He'd be around but he might be sunning somewhere, and rattlesnakes however nice can bite. Nightshade? Tsh. Even if he was up, his specialty was poisons, not potions. They were probably the best bets though.
"Carlos, get him in bed with an ice pack so his windpipe doesn't swell shut. And get him something to drink. No beer," he glared at the coon. "Then see if you can find Asalind out back. If you can't find him... go get Nightshade. He's a little s**t but he knows better than to cross me. Heh," he smirked at Adrian. He was so tempted to just slam his face into the wall.
The unicat was already helping Horea out of the room to head back up the hall. Horea was staying with Jimi for the time being, and the unicorn lived in the same wing as his son. Once Carlos had him propped up on the bed he'd go for the ice.
Now that the other two were gone, Jimi could focus his attention entirely on the rat. "So. Can I trust you enough to let go of your arm, or is that too much to ask at this point?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 12, 2008 6:17 pm
Adrian looked over his shoulder, glaring at the unicorn. "I won't attack you, if that's what you mean. Let go." He wasn't lying, he wouldn't hurt Jimi if the other let go of his arm...
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Posted: Sat Jul 12, 2008 8:24 pm
Jimi snorted. "I'm not worried about that. You think I'd have let you do that to me? Horea is all talk and no bite. He's just a snide little b*****d with a chip on his shoulder. But he's my coon and this is my place, so I'd appreciate it if you let me do the a**-kicking around here." The unicorn gave him a happy little shove before letting go.
He lit a cigarette and took a drag. "I'm worried that you aren't going to stick around to listen to what I have to say, because you know it's not going to be pretty... but if you leave or if you won't hear it, I guarantee you will not get an opportunity to say good-by to Carlos." His tone was so final that it left no question to his true meaning. No Carlos. Ever. He would arrange it.
"Now let's get you cleaned up. Horea got you pretty good, if you hadn't noticed his claws..." Good thing Adrian wasn't wearing his shirt. It would have been shredded. He gestured toward the door. Down the hall was a room where they could clean his wounds and get him bandaged up.
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