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 Posted: Mon Nov 29, 2010 7:04 pm
Snack decided, adding to the offense of trying to barge in on his mini meal, that he did not like this female all that much because only his relatives could call him Snicky. "Hey Fish-breath, tha's right! These our mini mea--friends," he retorted with a glare. He stood up, the fur along his spine puffing up more out of irritation than a real attempt at scaring her away.
He snorted as she pointed out they had one twerp--whatever a twerp was. "No, we got two, you got none, twerp," he grinned at turning her own words against her. He briefly found himself a bit confused at the mention of Lunch, twisting his head around in search of his other brother when it dawned on him she meant lunch. Sometimes it was very hard to tell.
Shaking his head, he took a step forward. Perhaps a deal could be reached? "You tell how to stop mini meals fawning, maybe you get bite," he suggested softly so that only Finch (and maybe Breakfast if he strained his ears) could hear him. He turned half his attention to Breakfast, motioning for him to join them and hopefully place himself inbetween the mini meals and this fish-breath twerp.
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Posted: Tue Nov 30, 2010 11:33 am
breakfast tried to make sense of what everyone was saying. too...many...fancy...words...what he could pick out, though, he didn't like. "you mouth? nuh-nuh, mini not going in you mouth!" he snarled at finch as he bared his teeth so tightly that he could barely see his brother walking over to the newest-comer over his raised cheeks.
now breakfast was getting really annoyed. if he didn't eat soon he was going to snap. and now his brother was talking with their competition? he didn't dare walk over with their future meal clinging to him, but he did lean in as far as he could, ready to go off on the next otter who breathed wrong at him. just then, he heard snack's last statement.
"snicky! not enough for three!" he hissed, trying to carry his voice so the mini clinging to his leg in a deathgrip wouldn't hear; or at least, if she heard, she wouldn't suspect what was going to happen.
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the lavender mini, still entranced by the lighter, suddenly saw it give off rather ominous sparks. "uh, guys?" she squeaked quietly. after no one turned to give her attention, she cleared her throat and murmured a little louder, "guys? you might want to see this..." still no answer. she inhaled, then ran from behind her big orange protector and jumped towards the tan and red otter's paw. "stop it, stop it!" she shrieked, attempting to wrest the sparking object from her claws.
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Posted: Fri Dec 10, 2010 7:58 pm
Hackles raised in distaste at the black otter's form of mockery. "What an original insult, you twit." she spat. "What did you do, learn it after you crawled out of your clam?"
The rarity of ferals or no, Finch was growing agitated with these pair of brothers. What had the orange one gone off about? Dear lord, they had no sense of grammar! Their personal pronouns were off and... where was the article in that sentence?!
But the feral otters were all peeved from hunger, and the dark male (although reluctant) seemed to be willing to make some sort of compromise as long as the smaller of the three was able to give some insight on how to eliminate an overly-clingy scrap of meat.
"Skewer it, of course." she growled simply, as though the answer were trivial.
But then something was grabbing at the item under her paw, snapping her burning glare down towards the lavender mini. Finch snarled and lunged forward to snatch the vermin in her jaws, but jerked her head back and lifted her paw up in time just as the force of the mini tugging at the lighter caused a crack in its surface and a small spray of sparks to jut from the top, initially causing the humanoid device to set itself on fire as the contents were exposed.
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Posted: Fri Dec 10, 2010 9:20 pm
Snack narrowed his eyes at his brother, he had only said maybe which meant very unlikely. He might not be the most ferocious feral but he still didn't like sharing. Only a select few were special enough to be shared with. And that often did not include food. There was little reason or want for him to share with this little runt of a feral who talked like some stuffy nose-in-book human.
He was about to growl at his brother that he had no intention of sharing with her. Feral or not. Miss Fish-breath could get her own mini meal if she was so "clever" (which was open to debate, after all she had no minis and they had two). Except the female answered his question first.
He gave a grand roll of his eyes, sat up all straight and polished with a look of immense "why-me?" on his face. "That's maddeningly unhelpful, Fish-breath," he muttered. He couldn't remember where he had heard it or who had said it but it felt the right thing to say. Of course the nickname for the girl was his own, it may not be grand or bright but it obviously bothered her--that was good.
And then the mini was shouting. He looked down to see the sparks and watched the two fight over the lighter. It was rather silly. Until the fire started. That was either very bad or very good. One of the two. He wasn't yet sure which.
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