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 Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2006 5:31 pm
Though the trip caught her by surprise, she managed not to land atop him in any potentially fatal or very painful manner, and merely squealed as he tripped her and grunted as she landed. "Next time just take me," Antony commented seriously with a purposeful shift of her hips before letting her lips curl into a grin.
Moments later a slightly sweaty sports bra hit Oz squarely in the face to the sound of more laughter. "What now huh?" She taunted, making sure to press her chest against his to hide the girls from view.
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Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2006 5:38 pm
"I'll take you up on that offer someday," he grinned, his hands gently stroking her back for now.
But the bra? An invitation to get his mojo going. The feeling of her breasts against his naked skin felt so good, and she was right - her fur was soft. So very soft. It tingled his skin all over his stomach and chest, it was a way of taunting him all by itself.
One hand, then the other ventured down to her rump once again, fingers occasionally weaving through the myriad of tail-bases as he fondled the alternative to his chest. He playfully tugged at her shorts.
"I'm hoping these are next," he said in-between sweet kisses to her soft neck, working his way to her shoulders.
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Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2006 5:58 pm
There were several soft noises of consent at his motions, back automatically arching as he messed with her tail bases. That was most definitely a strange feeling, but not a bad one.
"Oh are you?" She questioned rhetorically, tilting her head to the side to allow him more room to do his required work. Ignoring the shorts for now, she bent down to lightly nibble up his neck, making sure she was aware of her teeth all the while.
Squirming slightly, she wiggled herself free from his grip, and while covering her chest up with one arm, she stepped out of range of easy capture from his current vantage on the floor. Her chest was heaving slightly as she caught her breath, and to add a bit of insult to injury, Antony turned around, bent over and wiggled her rear at him teasingly. "I think rug burn should be scheduled for later tonight, don't you? As for now..."
And with that, she waited until he was already coming after her before darting away from him towards the bedroom. A good game of cat and mouse would be lovely, especially since it'd be a perfect warm-up.
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Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2006 6:19 pm
She was escaping from him again? Oz rolled on the floor until he could get up safely and steadily, quite excitable himself. Her every moment was like waving the red flag at a bull and he just got more and more incensed, ready to charge right at her and just pounce all over her.
"Just exactly how much have you got scheduled?" he played along, following her into the bedroom, missing her at every leap for flesh.
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Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2006 6:22 pm
"Lets see how long you can last first, and if you can keep up with me," she taunted, stopping suddenly and about facing him just to see what he would do, "And then we can go from there..."
Poking the hungry beast was something she had become quite skilled at over the years, and more literally over the last year. In the end, she knew when to stop dangling the meat out of reach and drop it down to a catchable level.
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Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2006 6:33 pm
He hadn't been dashing around like a rabbit on speed after her, he knew he might out-trick her at some point. But Antony saved him the trouble. She stopped quite abruptly, and Oz just sauntered up to within inches of pressing himself into her again.
"That sounds like a challenge to me," he smirked, determination scribed all across his face.
With no warning, he leaned down and scooped Antony into his arms, carrying her over to the bed. In the manner of a true gentlemen, he laid her down slowly, taking the opportunity to kiss along her collarbone and shoulders and neck. He laid himself at her side, losing a little but of confidence for a few moments, trapped in that same problem that was plaguing him - was this right?
They were both people who used to be human and were now changing into something...they were exactly the same. It wasn't a human with a squirrel. It was a half-man with a half-woman.
His hesitation became physical when he almost dared not touch her, but courage returned him to make him so bold as to start caressing her thigh.
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Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2006 6:49 pm
She chuckled and pressed back until she was abruptly scooped up and carried over to the bed like something out of a romantic movie. At this, she rolled her eyes, choosing to believe that he had done that not in a serious fashion, but as an over the top gesture to amuse her.
Surprisingly, she didn't notice him falter, and at his bold touch, Antony turned and lost herself with her lips against his. One thing was for certain, this American was going to outlast this Brit, hands down.
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Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2006 2:55 pm
And indeed, the American outlasted the Brit.
It was morning and Oz could be found stretched out on the sofa, Antony draped over him like she was a furry blanket. Movement. He struggled to open his eyes, blinking himself awake as he slowly looked around the duplex, trying to recall where he was. Then hazel eyes settled upon Antony. Naked. Then himself. Naked.
...oh yeah...squirrel sex...
Antony was a sobering sight and he soon found himself quite alert and growing increasingly aware of certain signs of what he'd been upto. The stinging scratches on his back weren't painful but uncomfortable, incurred in the heat of passion. A slight smirk formed on his lips as he looked about the duplex, seeing more signs of where they'd been busy.
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Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2006 3:10 pm
The squirrel woman had become a sort of morning person, not by choice but by species, and regardless of the lack of sleep the previous night entailed, she woke with the sun and a soft groan. His stirring underneath her brought the woman's attention downwards, "Morning."
With a casual pat to his chest, Antony pushed naked self up and off of him and the couch. She soon disappeared into the bathroom, where she stretched and went to the bathroom. Only after she had washed her hands did she return, not bothering to really cover herself up again in the meantime.
"Sleep well?" She inquired, testing the waters a bit in case he decided to freak out for some stupid belated reason.
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Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2006 3:27 pm
"...morning..." he said quietly as Antony, and her warm fur, departed from his grey naked form. He was still half-asleep, not being the best person in the morning.
But that wasn't the problem here. This felt...a little too normal. All through the sexual adventures of last night, it never became truly apparent to Oz that what they were doing should be anything but normal. She had everything in the right places and was a blast in bed. Her fur and tails became part of their intimacy. However, Oz was left with a strange feeling inside, sort of dazed.
"Yeah, I did, unsurprisingly," he said, that cheerful tone creeping in halfway through his sentence, a half-smile forming on his face.
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Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2006 3:38 pm
"That's always good," she chuckled, stepping her way over to wear her usual robe draped over a hook and shrugging it on with a smile. Once covered and tied, Antony pulled a blanket from under the bed and offered it to Oz, "If you want to sleep longer while I go get breakfast, but I won't be offended if you want to leave instead."
By now, the drill was unfortunately nothing new for her, and she knew that there were only a handful of options in which he could pick. At least, only a handful of predictable options.
There were always those odd ball "can I lick peanut butter off the back of your neck" kind of requests, but as they were both sober and he seemed sane enough, there was hopefully only a very slim chance of one of those reactions.
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Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2006 3:50 pm
Oz was almost sad to see her cover up, the naked female form was always something beautiful to behold, whether it was covered in white fur or not. He chewed his lip a short while as he was offered the blanket, finally waving it off in favour of something a little less uneasy than just leaving her or staying here.
"I think after a night like that, I'm going to need to re-fuel as well," he sigh-laughed. He stood up, groaning a little as his knee protested. "Besides, what kind of gentleman would I be if I didn't escort you there."
He wasn't sure if Antony liked all this British charm the same way Sayuri did, but he didn't want to feel like a slimeball, using Antony for just one thing and discarding her as easily as a used condom.
Oz searched around the duplex quickly to grab his bare essentials, remembering he'd left the rest of his workout gear in the gym.
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Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2006 4:10 pm
Antony merely nodded, and while he gathered his belongings and dressed, she lit herself a cigarette for the walk there, inhaling it deeply with a sort of satisified murr. Since shoes weren't exactly an issue anymore thanks to her feet, she decided to not even bother with them for the short trip to the cafe. Apparently, underwear and regular clothes were too troublesome as well, and Antony had opted to simply continue to wear her black silky robe and her sunglasses.
After a moment of thought, she did tug on a pair of lacy boyshorts to cover her bum because human robes weren't exactly made with tails in mind. The last thing she needed to happen was to get a burn on her a**.
"Ready to go?" She asked impatiently, already leaning against the door frame lazily, but with a pleasant look nonetheless.
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Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2006 4:21 pm
He finally found his last trainer, slipping it on whilst balancing on his other foot. Not really a good idea considering his left knee was acting up again, no doubt from 'intense exercise.' Eyes occasionally glanced over at Antony, provoking a mixture of feelings inside - she looked good in her dark robe, quite enchanting, but at the same time looked like a D&D gamer's dream - Warrior Squirreless. Not to mention that age-old turmoil often summoned when he spent time with Sayuri too - was this wrong?
You could tell when Oz was thinking too hard about things. His brow wrinkled ever so slightly and his gaze glazed over every so often, like when you day-dream in the middle of a boring conversation. And he was doing just that.
"Of course I'm ready," he said, striding over to her side, hand automatically moving to the gentle curve of her back for a moment, like a gentle nudge.
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Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2006 5:56 pm
Antoinette Devereux For the most part, she pretended not to notice his intense looks of thought, and she felt that ignoring them would be better for both of them. No embarassment for him, and no anger or self esteem blows on her end. With the nudge, she waited for him to walk out and then locked the door before setting off towards the cafeteria. Somewhere just over half way there, her cigarette was discarded with a flick. Upon arriving, Antony pushed open the door and slipped inside, not really waiting for Oz to open it for her. Once inside, she made a beeline for the buffet and began to pile her plate with pancakes, waffles, and eggs along with a various variety of dried fruits and nuts to snack on. Osbourne Caldwell Oz hadn't intentionally meant to be thinking this hard, especially after having satisfied a serious bodily urge and enjoyed his time with Antony. She made him feel like he was back in his prime, the young star of the rugby pitch with all sorts of fun females to frolic with. But it was that intense enjoyment, ecstasy that troubled him, contrasted against what she was and what he was. Technically, wasn't he just like her, but not quite as far along yet? This question gnawed at his gut, along with hunger, as they travelled to the cafe. Oz was quite amused at Antony's scurry to get food. It brought to mind far too many images of the squirrels in parks, all skittering about for nuts. His diet, whilst still not as good as it should be, was a far cry from pancakes and eggs. Fruit. He had quite a craving for sweet fruits. A tall glass of orange juice, several apples and bananas, two choc chip muffins and a toasted bagel populated his tray. He hesitated a moment. Would it be inproper to join Antony? He moved over towards her regardless. Anatoli Schreier For the most part, Anatoli had been an asocial little b*****d lately. Most of his time was spent sulking in his duplex, mournfully playing his trombone and laying in bed all day with his cat. For some reason, he'd started to become more active at night. But even mopey gits need to eat, and Anatoli acknowledged this by morning as he reluctantly dragged himself to the cafeteria. He looked pretty bedraggled, and even though he'd only had his first transformation one could argue that he's already starting to gain the typical scuzziness of the animal he's becoming. He'd neglected to shave for a couple days now, as well. He blearily moves over to the buffet, picking out whatever junk food he can grab into a messy pile on his tray. Ah, apathy. His is enough to rival a teenager's, and he's only in his 30s. Antoinette Devereux She had no problem with Oz joining her to eat, and she sat down at an open table. No one seemed to be around, but before she could knock on wood, a familiar figure entered the cafe. Her food was nibbled on sporadically as she watched him lumber about, feeling a bit guilty for never visiting him after the bonfire ordeal. After a bit of stalling, she cleared her throat and smiled. "Hey Toli?" Osbourne Caldwell Oz knew someone else had entered the cafeteria and gave an obligatory acknowledgement by looking over a bulky shoulder to see the newcomer. Oh! He looked vaguely familiar...most likely from the bonfire party weeks ago, where a good portion of Islanders had turned out for the festivities. He was just lowering his bulk onto a seat next to Antony when she cast a greeting over to the rather scruffy looking fella. Hands looked really grubby, unless it was fur or something. Considering his own rather drastic skin colour change, it wasn't totally unbelieveable that others would develop the markings before the fur. "He was at the bonfire party, right?" he asked Antony for confirmation. Anatoli Schreier Truthfully, Anatoli hadn't changed at all since the bonfire, save for personal care (or lack thereof). He looked over at Antony and mumbled something at her, but it's hard to tell what he's trying to say as he half-heartedly waves. "Mornin'." He's just wearing a wifebeater and some shorts. Grody. Antoinette Devereux "Yeah, from the bonfire," she answered Oz while rolling up a pancake and taking a large chomp out of it, chewing on it with her brow furrowed slightly. Her ear flicked as he grumbled, trying desperately to hear what he has said before his mumbled greeting. Upon getting a better look at Anatoli, her muzzle aquired a deep frown and her eyes conveyed genuine concern. "Hey, are you okay...? You look a bit... off." She had wanted to say something a bit more truthful, but he seemed to be in a cranky mood, to say the least. As an afterthought she motioned to the two open chairs at her and Oz's table. Osbourne Caldwell It did not take Oz long to demolish the muffins and bagel. After spending a rather busy night with Antony, maybe now would be best to leave her in peace, especially seeing as a friend had entered. He wasn't one to intrude un-necesserarily and it might get uncomfortable if Antony were to mention last night. "I should leave you in peace," he said, hauling himself up and scooping the remaining fruit into a cradled arm. "Get back to the workout I was supposed to be doing." He smiled at her, putting a large hand on her delicate shoulder in a gesture of...reassurance...tenderness? He couldn't be sure. One night stands were always awkward for him. But nevetheless, he reluctantly withdrew his touch of Antony and cast Anatoli a sincere look of 'get well soon', if that indeed could be said with just a look, as he left the cafeteria. Anatoli Schreier "Mmh." Anatoli gave a shrug and ambled over to the table, setting his tray down and dropping himself into one of the open chairs. He placed his clawed hands at either side of the tray, looking blearily up at Oz before the big man departed from the cafeteria. He began to shovel food into his mouth, chewing as sullenly as a man could manage. "'M gunna die," he grumbled through a full mouth. Antoinette Devereux Antony looked up at Oz and smiled, nodding and patting his hand in a sort of good-bye gesture before turning her attention back to Toli in his grungy state. It took all she had to not roll her eyes at his pitiful angsting. "Um... We're all going to die someday," she offered hopefully, as if that would make him feel better, but didn't say much else while she ate some more of her breakfast. Scooting her chair closer to his, she reached out hesitantly and placed a hand on his now black wrist. "I'm... I'm sorry I haven't visited you since the bonfire..." The apology was most definitely genuine. Anatoli Schreier "I've been havin' seizuahs," Anatoli frowned, swallowing his food. "Or somethin'. Like my mind's goin' and I ain't even that old yet." He shook his head bitterly, burying his face in an open palm. A lot of his problems stemmed from overreacting to things that would have normally just startled him -- freaking out over playing a sour note on the trombone, the sound of something heavy being dropped, and let's not even get into sightings of random islanders that frightened him. "It's fine." He looked at her hand over his wrist, nervously baring his teeth a little. "I've been a wreck lately, waitin' to see what I'm becomin'." Antoinette Devereux "Seizures?" She repeated, eyes widening somewhat, fearing that his serum was perhaps failing in some way, shape, or form and that was what caused these seizures. "This island can make anyone crazy..." The teeth baring made the squirrel inside her fearful, and the fur at the back of her neck prickled slightly at the threatening gesture. However, she held her ground and simply rubbed her thumbpad over the inside of his wrist in a slow, comforting manner. "You could ask the labs, if you wanted." Anatoli Schreier "Foamin' at tha mouth an' everythin'," Anatoli pulled his face out of his hand, propping a chin up on his elbow. He didn't know that his problems came from the influence of the opossum serum, much less know he was turning into one. "Didn't have 'em befoah I came heeah." "Tawked to 'em. I got medicated and sent back, guess I just gotta wait for my brain ta leak outta my big ears befoah they do anythin'." There. That's probably the most he's talked about in a good while. Antoinette Devereux "Well, sometimes weird s**t happens because of the serums, but if they sent you back then it's probably not fatal... They don't want us to die. We're worth millions each..." It wasn't exactly a comforting explanation, but it was the truth. The truth, along with physical comfort, seemed to be one of the few things she could offer Anatoli at the moment, and the latter didn't look to be a keen idea at the moment. At least, that's what the squirrel thought of those teeth. "Anything I can do to help?" She asked. Anatoli Schreier "That's very reassuring," Anatoli said before he buried his face in a palm, rubbing his eyes behind his glasses. Ugh, his nocturnal habits had gotten him almost averted to daylight -- he would have gone home to sleep by now if he hadn't been sidetracked. His lips slipped over his pointed teeth again, though they were still not fully hidden. "I'm at a loss," he replied to her offer, "if ya got any suggestions, feel free ta spill." Antoinette Devereux "It's the best I can do," she offered, shrugging slightly as she carefully moved the hand that had previously been rubbing his wrist up his arm and across his shoulders until her fingers were playing in the hair at the back of his neck. Again, she was trying to keep him calm. Antony looked thoughtful for a moment, before offering him a smile, "How about a long bath and a massage?" For once, there was no sexual undertone in her voice. Anatoli Schreier "Sounds good ta me," Anatoli sighed, tapping his chin thoughtfully. It had only occured to him now that it's been... quite a while since he's shaved. He forced a smile, now wrapping his hand around his scruffy, thin beard with a shake of his head. "Could use a shave, too. I've lost track a' tha days an' nights and how long it's been since tha last time I took a razor to my face." Antoinette Devereux "Aw, but the scruff looks good," she crooned playfully, easing up as he seemed to degrump and return to 'normal.' As if to prove her point, she slowly leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his cheek, "It just tickles a bit." Anatoli Schreier The opossum-man grinned at the compliment, his fangy teeth getting caught on his bottom lip as he does so. The sharp bits protrude a little, hinting at what could come in the man's future as far as transformation is concerned. "Ya really think so? I mean... if ya like it, I could keep it maybe." The kiss merits a sheepish chuckle from the Jewish man as he knits his fingers together. "Maybe it could use a trim?" Antoinette Devereux "Just don't get rid of it, I've got a thing for facial hair," she chuckled softly and ruffled up his hair before standing up carefully as to not let her robe come undone. Not that it mattered, but that was beside the point. Her hand was offered to him once she stood up, "Shall we Scruffy?" Anatoli Schreier Surely he'd find a facial hair style that would work for him. Actually, he should probably make the most of it while he could before he started growing fur or scales or... something. At this point he couldn't tell what he was going to become just yet, other than the fact that it had sharp teeth, dark limbs, and some kind of tail. He graciously took the offered hand and pulled himself up, rubbing his beard with contemplation as he did. "Yeah, let's get outta heeah." Antoinette Devereux A genuine smile graced her muzzle, and her tails were finally fully relaxed. Once he stood, the squirrel woman twined her fingers with his till they were holding hands and made a gesture to the door. "My place or yours?" Anatoli Schreier "How 'bout my place? Y'wanna meet my cat?" It's the first time he's invited anyone to his duplex, much less introduce anyone to his rotund little cat. "It's kinda a mess, but I don't think you've ever been there, have ya? I know where ya live, but ya don't know where I do, do ya?" Antoinette Devereux "Ohh, what's its name?" She asked while pushing her sunglasses down onto the bridge of her nose as they made their way outside and across the village, "And no, I've never been to your place. Don't worry about the mess, I can always help clean it for you." Truth be told cleaning could be fun. Anatoli Schreier "His name's General Bitter," Anatoli beamed, "he's a nice cat. Not like those howling things you see on TV that scratch tha couch up and piss on everythin'." He leads Antony to his duplex, a first floor duplex bearing the number '69' by the door. The blinds are down and seem to be covered in some foil to keep the sun from getting in -- after all, Anatoli sleeps during the day now. If he doesn't have a job, what point is there to maintaining a sleep schedule anymore? Night life is more fun. ... even if there aren't any places TO have a night life over here. "I'd appreciate tha help, Antony. Luckily it ain't too bad, I've been takin' care of tha cat an' all." If his cat got fleas, he'd have the same problem. Not good! Antoinette Devereux "That's awesome," she remarked with a grin of her own, raising her eyebrows at his duplex number with a breath of a chuckle. Oh the irony. The lack of natural sunlight in the duplex really didn't bother her at all thanks to the lack of painfully bright light, and she cheerfully pushed up her sunglasses onto the top of her head. A quick look around confirmed that he was telling the truth, it really wasn't -too- dirty. "Bath first, then I can meet the cat while cleaning," she stated, releasing his hand gently and patting his lower back, Antony made her way into the bathroom and started to run the water. Anatoli Schreier Most of the mess around Anatoli's duplex consists of dirty laundry, dirty dishes, and assorted food wrappers and crumbs strewn about on the coffee table. Otherwise, it wasn't that bad. A tubby little grey and white cat is curled up on the foot of the bed, in the one spot of the duplex where sunlight is allowed to beam through the window -- only for the sake of the cat. He doesn't even lift his head when his owner steps inside, motioning for Antony to come inside. "Right, right, I'll get started with tha bath first." Antoinette Devereux It wasn't long before the squirrel woman had drawn a steaming bath and had even pulled up a stool of sorts so that she didn't have to kneel the entire time. "C'mon now," she called, patting the water's surface as a motion to get on in. Anatoli Schreier Anatoli peeled off the dirty wifebeater and shorts, throwing them in the clothing pile on the floor. The hot water looked inviting, it had been a while since he had an honest-to-goodness bath as opposed to a shower. He eagerly steps into the water, sliding in as all the oil and dirt starts to come off -- especially with the help of the bar of soap held in the shower caddy. As expected, the dark bits on his arms and legs don't come off or become lighter, but the rest of him is starting to look clean. Antoinette Devereux While he scrubbed himself, Antony took it upon herself to wash his hair with shampoo and a water pitcher which she filled with clean water each time as to keep him clean. When finished with that, she let her fingers rub out the knots in his shoulders until he was ready to get out of the tub and dry off. "Feeling better?" Anatoli Schreier "I'd say so," Anatoli murmurs in agreement, sinking into the water and leaning into the hair-scrubbing. That felt good! "Y'know where I live now, huh? Whatcha think of tha place?" He had to ask. Even if his duplex was kind of messy. Antoinette Devereux "Good," she murmured, noticing the lean and continuing her scrubbing just a little bit longer. His question caused her to pause and think, rinsing his hair during that time, "It smells mostly like you, so it's comforting and I like the lack of sunlight because my eyes don't hurt as much here. It just needs cleaned a bit is all..." Anatoli Schreier "It's usually dark 'cause I've been sleepin' during the day lately. Y'know those folks who say they're naturally night owls and nocturnal an' all that? I think I finally see what they mean, ya know -- it just feels more natural for me ta just stay up at night. Could be 'cause I don't have no job or real schedule anymoah..." The man babbled, sometimes he did that kind of thing. He hadn't babbled to anyone in a while. "Yeah, I kinda let it become a mess..." Antoinette Devereux "Probably because of what you're turning into... I have to force myself to stay up since the sun hurts my eyes and I burn like that guy from Powder probably did. Great place to be an albino... ******** tropical island," she shook her head but chuckled soon after, leaning down to press a kiss to his temple. "No matter, I'll help you clean up... Maybe vaccum your cat to reduce shedding." Her smile gave away that she was teasing with the cat comment... mostly. Anatoli Schreier "Could be that, or could be I don't have a day job no moah. Even when I was little, I had school and stuff, but I slept in somethin' fierce on weekends. I don't know what I'm turnin' inta," he commented absently, holding out an arm and turning it over. "Maybe onna those ferret things? I don't know what else got black legs and teeth like that." He was thankful that he was mostly normal aside from that... for now. He smiled at the kiss, reaching up to rest a hand on Antony's shoulder and bashfully tilting his head. "Cat don't need vacuuming, he doesn't shed that much -- onna those special breeds, ya know? Plus he might actually get sucked in. Little b*****d doesn't like to move much," the Jewish man laughs. Antoinette Devereux "Your tail reminds me of a rat's tail," came a thoughtful response, "But the teeth definitely aren't rodent." Antony's lips were tugged upwards with a slight grin at his gesture, and she moved her hands to rub the back of his neck, working out the knots while skillfully avoiding scratching him with her fingernails. "Might get sucked in you say? That'd be a powerful vaccum I'd say." A pause. "Need more hot water?" Anatoli Schreier "Or I could be a mutant sewah rat," he flashed a grin, showing off those pointy teeth. "I'm not about ta go knockin' on my cousin's door an' askin'. I'm sure I'll find out in due time... hope it ain't too screwy, like a bug or somethin'." Being a bug would probably be terrible. Everyone would want to squish you, or run away screaming! "That's true, an' the General's not a light cat. But he doesn't freak out at vacuums, he just lays there. Could make a dead cat joke right now but I don't think he appreciates those -- he moves when he hears a can openah." He rolled his shoulders and cricked his neck, shifting back and upwards as if to get up. "As much as I wanna laze around in tha tub all day, we should get ta cleanin befoah I get soggy." Antoinette Devereux She patted his shoulder and stood up herself, picking up a clean towel and unfolding it to offer to him when he stepped out. "I don't think you're a bug because they don't have tails for one." Once he had the towel she ducked into the main room and started to pick up laundry and toss it all into the laundry basket if there was one, or in the corner if there wasn't. "I think you'll want to wash your sheets too," the squirrel woman said while eyeing his bed with a light frown, nose sniffing and wiggling a bit. Anatoli Schreier "Scorpions do," Anatoli added cheerfully, standing up and graciously accepting the towel. He dried himself off and wrapped the towel around his waist, stepping out of the tub. He pokes his head out the bathroom door and looks at the bed, squinting. "Yeah, not a bad idea. Heeah, lemme get tha cat moved somewhere else." He went over and picked up the little fat thing, scooping it up in his arms and holding it over his shoulder like a baby. The cat grunted and cracked its eyes open, but didn't react otherwise. Were General Bitter not a perpetually grouchy-looking cat, one would suggest that he was even a bit annoyed by having his nap interrupted. Antoinette Devereux "But that's not a scorpion tail," she pointed out before moving to peel back the sheets and pillowcases, piling them up with the rest of the dirty laundry. Taking a step back, she put her hands on her hips and surveyed the mountain of dirty clothes. "That's a lot of ******** laundry," the woman pointed out before tilting her head back to glance over at Toli. "Want to come do laundry with me?" Antony gave him a cheeky grin as her tails curled up against her back, tips flicking lazily. Anatoli Schreier "It may become one," he suggested in an oh-so-enthusiastic, 'hey look at that cool dead thing!' tone that most boys use when they come across something they think is really awesome. "And maybe those claws will become giant pinchers. That would be a bug I wouldn't mind becomin'!" Nevermind that scorpions are arachnids, not bugs! Anatoli bent down to deposit General Bitter on the floor, where the obese cat just plopped and stayed there he was put. All he did was tuck his paws beneath the fuzzy grey rolls as Anatoli stepped over him and towards Antony. "Sure, it wouldn't be fair ta ya if ya had ta do my laundry -- you ain't my mom, after all," he grinned, picking around for something clean to pull on so he could step outside of the duplex. Hmm, this could be harder than he thought. Antoinette Devereux "Do you even have anymore clean clothes?" Antony asked, raising her eyebrows with a slight grin before she bent down to gather up as much laundry as she could carry. "And I think it's a good thing I'm not your mom... By the way."
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