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 Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2009 7:52 pm
Alice, who'd been reading something over with an uncharacteristically somber expression, stuffed it into the bottom of a pile of magazines and stood up, grabbing a t-shirt and sweat pants from where they sat beside the still softly complaining fowl.
"Just leave 'em." he said, holding them out in offering. "I'll throw 'em in the dryer for you. Oh." Alice paused, looking down at the small, annoyed creature on his couchback. "That's, uh. This is Murphy." He muttered, making a vague gesture before circling the furniture to reach his company.
The limp was bad tonight. He should have been more annoyed, but it was late and rain always made his knee ache. Maybe he should have just stayed the hell on the couch.
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Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2009 8:51 pm
The shaman couldn't help but crack a large smile. Murphy? Oh my God... He wasn't even sure why the ******** that was so funny. But... it was just... sitting there and--ahhhaha! "Murphy, huh?" His loud laugh cracked into a snort he tried his best to quell. Nothing like a pig snort to ruin the mood. Hand over his mouth, We`rika walked forward to take the warm clothes from Alice's arms.
"Is he mean, or can I like... touch him?" He waggled his finger above the duck, wondering how long he could get away with it. The duck looked pretty pissed.
"Is i' cause of th'weather?" We`rika had been staring at Alice for a few minutes, watching him limp back to the couch. He opened his mouth, but quickly closed it, not sure how the man would take it if he asked to help. He was a shaman after all, even if he wasn't a particularly great one. "Uhhh need somethin' for i'? I go' magic hands... eh literally..." He lifted up his jazz hands and laughed.
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Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2009 9:09 pm
Murphy quarked at him crankily, feathers puffing as he made a pass for the finger just moments too late to actually catch it.
For his own part the ex-cop laughed, making a hasty return to sitting in order to avoid making a scene. He could always throw them in the wash later, right? No reason to do it now, when it hurt like a ********. Right?
"I'm pretty sure if a duck has a weather preference, rain is it." he offered, grinning. "Think he's just cranky cuz we startled him. He'll mellow. He's like that- likes to sleep. Likes to complain. Doesn't actually hurt when he gets you, by the way. He mostly preens."
The stripy bird quarked at this, as if for emphasis.
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Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2009 9:34 pm
We`rika stared at his friend with a slack jaw and raised eyebrows as if Alice had sprouted a second d**k. His frozen figure winced as the duck finally snapped gingerly at his finger. "Uhh are ya retarded? I know how a ********' duck works, man..." He couldn't help but laugh. " I mean' yer knee, ya dummy..."
Oh God. He forgot he didn't have clothes on. "Ehhh be righ' back..." Plodding back into the bathroom, he kicked his soggy clothes away before disrobing and putting on Alice's sweats. They were long, but the waist fit perfectly, which didn't surprise We`rika since his a** took up a few sizes all on its own.
Since he was already there, We`rika picked up the towels and wet garments. "Where's yer uhh washer....?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2009 10:29 pm
Alice offered him a thin smile, pointing further down the hall. "End room." He murmured, looking somewhat deflated as he shook his head. As if maybe it would clear something out.
Murphy let out a low, fairly constant series of nwaks, watching him go before busily returning to his preening under one wing.
"Sorry. I know." The blond said after a beat, talking mostly to his leg. "It's- yeah. I guess it's a little more pronounced on wet days. But it's not a big deal or anything."
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Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2009 11:01 pm
"Mmmmmmkay...." We`rika slowly wandered down the hallway and after two wrong doors, he found the laundry room where he plopped the dirty laundry into the washer. But uuugh. Buttons, and not just any buttons, buttons with text.
"My God..." The world was a cruel place. So he just.... shut the lid and wandered off innocently.
"I uhh... ehmm... jes... shu' th'lid cause I didn' know.. wha'...... ta hi'..." The shaman found his way around the couch, bypassing the snappity duck (and of course snapping right back at the quacking b*****d), and sat beside Alice, looking down at his legs sketpically. "If ya say so..." And let the subject drop.
It didn't take long for lethargy to hit him like a ton of bricks. Groaning, he tried his best to just rub it away from his eyes, but a jaw cracking yawn betrayed all his efforts. "God almigh'y, wha' time issi'?"
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Posted: Mon May 18, 2009 10:41 pm
"By now?" he chuckled faintly, relief almost tangible as the subject passed them by. "Oh, I don't know. 2? 3? I think there's a clock around here somewhere." He ruffled his short, damp hair with one calloused hand, cocking his head to offer the shaman a weary smile. "You ready t'turn in, then?"
Murphy, obviously feeling ignored, waddled rather distinctly un-gracefully across the back of the couch, fluffing up before he set to work on preening We'rika's hair.
Perhaps it was a duck-like apology.
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Posted: Mon May 18, 2009 11:18 pm
"Ugh yeah.... Is been a long ********' day..." With the drinking and the trying to pick up women and the whole losing his car and standing in the rain for a few hours. Yyyeah. We`rika pulled at his own wet hair tiredly, earning the attention of a certain sassy duck.
"Ack!" He pulled his head forward in surprise, but the creature wasn't doing anything that elicited a backhand so he allowed it. It was kind of nice actually. Rolling his arm behind the duck, he scooted the small thing down from the couch and onto his lap. He smoothed the sleek soft feathers down its back and patted its shiny head. "Of all pets, where and why did ya ge' a duck?"
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Posted: Tue May 19, 2009 6:58 pm
The sleek little ball of feathers nwaked contentedly, taking a shot at preening the shaman's knee before settling on his lap is a display of fluff.
Alice laughed, leaning back against the couch cushions. "Damned if I even know, actually." he shrugged. "Someone sent me a rose. I put it in a vase, went to bed, and had him sitting on my kitchen table the next day. There's a," he waved a hand vaguely in the direction of the hall. "Another one around here, too. --Not a duck, but a bird. I didn't really know what to do with them, so... here we are. I mean, had no reason to get rid of them. Y'know?"
It occurred to the blond that he really did seem to pick up strays, almost like a compulsion. He grinned in spite of himself, wondering if the Mexican across the couch counted in this category.
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Posted: Tue May 19, 2009 7:27 pm
The duck made a resentful quack as We`rika accidentally squeezed him. Trying to take a quick breath, he snorted and choked on his own saliva. Hoo Jesus! Of course that flower was going to come back and bite him in the a**.
Finally it cleared, and he began to rectify the abuse with a few soft ruffles down Murphy's back. ".................... I'...... wasn' a red one was i'..... ?" The shaman couldn't even look at or near Alice, he just focused on petting that duck as if his life depended on it.
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2009 11:43 am
These seemed to please the bird, who went back to preening at the Mexican's fingers as Alice thought it over.
"Red one? Yeah, actually. Think it was." He tapped his fingers thoughtfully against his lips, shifting back comfortably. His knee twinged, but he ignored it aside from a light grunt. If that was as bad as it got, then good. "Don't tell me," he laughed. "You got one, too?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2009 11:54 am
"Ehhhh, no--well I go' one tha' was uhh yellow.... turn into a gaggle of ********' love birds...." God, those were an annoying bunch. He was trying to just toss them out the window but OH NO! Sevilin HAD to keep them. Ugh. At least they are in his room now.
"I... well, they were for the benefi' of th'lab so... I bough' a red one..... and I didn' really know who ******** ta give i' to... so... kinds jes..... gave i' ta you...." Lifting a hand, he massaged the duck between the eyes. "Leas' i' turned ou' ta be somethin' nice...."
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2009 12:01 pm
Alice opened his mouth, then closed it again as comprehension slowly dawned on him. He grinned a little lopsidedly. "Oh." The blond said, rubbing the back of his neck. "I- uh-" This was going to be another one of those times when anything he said was going to get his a** kicked. He could just feel it in his bones.
The large man let his hand slide up, ruffling his short, damp hair. "Well. Guess that makes Murphs sorta, yours too, huh?" He laughed a bit. "Anyway. I mean. Thanks."
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2009 12:17 pm
With Alice's last words, the room fell quiet. We`rika contented himself by patting the duck gently in his lap. He was beginning to regret having even opened his mouth. It hadn't needed to be said, so why had he taken the opportunity? Like a dog needing to be praised by its owner for doing something right. Ugh. He blamed it on his sleep deprivation.
Speaking of...
"I think I'mma ready ta go ta bed..." With on last pat, he gently urged Murphy off his lap and onto the couch beside him, waiting for Alice to tell him where to lay down.
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