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 Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2006 12:57 pm
"Does this mean you're Diacyn's mother?" Patrick smirked a little at that, shoulders shifting to hoist the boy further onto his shoulder, to get a better grip.
"Nah. Mordread came from..." A pause, eyebrows wrinkling up. The pause extended a little further until he grinned and shrugged, "No idea! But at least he doesn't go around spreading lies about being a faucet of death."
Another smack for Iamels butt for that one.
The boy squeaked and began his wriggling once more, wings flapping almost harshly against his SHiniees ear. "It's not a lie! You shut up! Let me go!"
Huffing, he went limp, a pout clear on his lips. "I'm gonna smother your stupid cat boy. Or blow him up."
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2006 9:33 am
"Me, his mother?" Taylor was a little shocked. "Um... that's a really unpleasent thought and I don't think he'd like it, so let's say no. I'm his... friend. His much older and wiser friend. Who's a faucet of death now?"
Iamel? Maybe a faucet of irritation, but not death. Diacyn would be better suited for that one, in Taylor's opinion.
"Is he nice? Mordread, I mean. Not all spastic like these guys?"
"You're a faucet of death? Awesome!" Diacyn perked up. He wasn't abandoning Iamel, he was just... plotting. "I want to be a faucet of death. Or... a drainpipe of despair. Or something."
Carefully, he snuck up behind the pair and pressed something into Iamel's hand. Paper ninja throwing stars, folded with care by yours truly and formerly stashed beneath his nest.
"These won't hurt the catboy, but they'll annoy him. Maybe you can get him to jump out a window or something!"
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2006 11:32 pm
"Iamel likes to pretend he can kill things, when all he does is stay home and play Super Mario on my old school game system." Dark eyes roll, nose wrinkling a little bit, grinning over at the girl. "There's no way in hell this little s**t is a 'faucet of death'. What'd he be faucet of? Death by glitter?"
At the question about Mordread, teh dark man fell silent, grinning a little, head ducking a bit and chewing once more at that pierced lip. "Mordread is quiet and shy and completely adorable. Iamel can't stand him for that. And the fact that Mordread's read more then him seriously pisses him off."
"If I was, I'd kill the stupid cat-boy." He declared with a childish growl to his caretaker, huffing and pouting a little. "..a drainpipe of despair? That's awesome! You're a drip! A drip of despair!"
For the first time in a few minutes, the boy looked quite pleased, grnning as his friend and blinking as he got the little ninja stare. The grin widened. "I'll save them for a good time," The woodpecker promised, glancing secretively over at the two humans talking. "Thank you!"
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 2:24 pm
"Death by glitter? That would be painful. You'd get it in your eyes and... stuff." Taylor decided to stop that train of thought before it pulled out of the station. If Iamel didn't get ideas from it, Diacyn would. She could just picture them flinging glitter on everything. Frozen glitter, if Diacyn had a say it it.
"But I bet Mordread doesn't know Latin," she said in a last-ditch effort to make Iamel stop wiggling all over the place. "Or does he? He sounds nice..."
"Yeah, don't let Patrick find 'em. Then have some fun and tell me what happens." Diacyn bounced on his heels, grinning. "I'm a drip of despair? That... that rules! FEAR ME! I shall bring despair upon all the kittens and well-read catboys of the WORLD, for I am Diacyn, Dripping Drainpipe of Despair!! Yah!"
And so that was his title, at least until he came up with something more impressive. It obviously could be better, because nobody seemed to be quaking in their boots right now.
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2006 8:59 pm
"Death by glitter would kick a**," Patrick grunted quietly under his breath as the kid stopped wriggling for a split second, sighing softly. "No... He doesn't know Latin. Thank god. Iamel would chew his face off I think."
A scant smile ghosted over his lips, fingers grabbing at Iamels wrist lightly. "Anyway. My Faucet of death and myself should be off - you have fun with your Drainpipe of Despair, Taylor. SOMEONE has to get some chicken soup and some more blankets before he gets a cold."
Iamel squirmed sightly in his fathers grasp before falling still, tucking the little stars under his shirt slighlty, lips quirking into a grin at the other freaking out about being a Drip of Despair.
"So getting you a cat for a gift would be a bad thing. Gotcha." LAughing the woodpecker finally stopped squirming and he cast Diacyn a grin. "We shall fear you! At least...kitties will."
That's when his SHiniee mentioned leaving - Iamel pouted, huffing and sinking further down with a grumble. "We'll take over the world later. Or something."
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2006 3:16 pm
"Aww. Well, I hope he settles down for you..." Taylor smiled at the odd pair, still kind of funny-looking even when Iamel ceased to be a coccoon and emerged like a really disgruntled butterfly. "No more running around in the snow, okay Iamel? Just... deal with it or something. Eat some soup."
Not like she was the master of motherly advice, but... it sounded good.
"And Patrick? If... if he spazzes out again, he can come over anytime. Well, anytime I'm home. You too."
"The kitties will all bow..." Diacyn intoned, right before realizing that Iamel was going to have to leave. "Darn it." He brandished his one remaining ninja star threateningly at Patrick. "You bring him back soon or else! I know where you live!"
But he, too, relaxed into submission a little. Like it or not, the wingless human wierdos were taller then him and, therefore, boss.
Until he got taller.
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Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2006 4:14 pm
"Everyone settles down with age...right?" His voice was almost desperate, turning to Taylor with wide eyes. He had to hope that iamel would one day grow up and be a responsible adult with some girl (or some guy, who was he to judge?) and...
or....
something.
The dark man sighed quietly, attention brought back from his own scarily morbid thoughts by Taylors words. They were..shockingly touching. So he smiled, faintly, giving the boys knees a little pat. "Thanks, Taylor. You're welcome at our little cramped apartment as well - Akuti'll be nice, even if this little shitbreak isn't."
"If he doesn't, I'll just walk," Iamel assured his friend, grinning a little bit as he stretched his wings, grumbling a little bit. He squeaked when Patrick started moving to the door, making faces back at Diacyn - all in good fun.
Let the games begin.
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Posted: Fri Jan 13, 2006 7:20 am
"I'm sure he'll settle down. Either that, or get locked in a padded room," Taylor quipped, laughing, before realizing that Patrick looked truly worried about something. She'd seen him worried before, when the two birdthings had tried to commit suicide by car, but this was different. More serious.
That scared her a little. Patrick was the one who always seemed to know what he was doing, could handle the freaky little bastards and do it with style. If he was scared, then she ought to be terrified.
But maybe that was too much of a burden to put on the dark man. They were in the same boat- the boat probably had a leak or two in it and the sail was on fire, but the point was they were in there and couldn't even think about bailing out.
So she smiled at Patrick and gave Iamel a mock-serious glare and said, "Thanks."
Diacyn made faces too as his friend left, then went all over-the-top karate on Taylor for Iamel's amusement. Taylor shoved him off, so he just stood and waved goodbye and felt, for some reason, very lonely.
"See you soon, okay! Or else!"
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