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 Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2007 10:06 pm
A PRP between Lady_Asherah and Oh-So-Lovely Jan the Verse... ;xD Slip one of us PMness before just hopping in, ne?Lady_Asherah ((Wyatt: D'aww... >=0 *snooglies*
;xD Bai-bai Janlings, sleep wellness... yes?))"..." His ears were flat as he watched Alisdaire, obviously not certain as to what was going on. He raised a slender brow when the male returned with some sort of item...
Wyatt looked utterly confused as he slowly made his way over to the chair as he was demanded. "... That's not a shock collar, is it...?" Like he knew what one looked like... the wolf male wasn't used to being injured... and when he was, he would just be told to suck it up, or Jamie would clean the wound and bandage it with a... non-sticky tape thing? Wyatt's mind wasn't sure how things like this worked, he blinked dumbly at Alisdaire, tilting his head as he seated himself.Eridanus was grinning in pure amusement still... the only thing that would probably be able to wipe it off his face is if something amazing suddenly happened... such as... a bus running through the wall... which was so extremely unliklely that it made his grin widen if that were so possible.
"..." It was surprising to see someone like Alisdaire tending to Wyatt, but Eridanus wasn't going to complain... he didn't want to return home to a cranky Jamie with a bleeding Wyatt... that would just, not go over well...
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2007 10:32 pm
"Not this time," Alisdaire muttered - clearly not posessed of anything even remotely resembling bedside manner. A weighty pause interrupted the process of tending to Wyatt's injury - he really was going to have to initiate some sort of contact. ...All right, he knew the boy's skin wasn't corrosive, having already been tackled once. It was just a matter of... getting over it. Ugh.
With an uncharacteristic gentleness the fox deftly applied a mess of three bandaids to the injury by claw, apparently unsatisfied until the entire area had been swathed liberally in mass-produced stickiness. At least this way if Wyatt picked one off out of unsupervised curiosity there would still be more to protect it? Unless of course he had to keep peeling until he found whatever was hidden beneath all the band-aids. Honestly, no one should have Alzheimer's as badly as this boy.
"And you," he directed a displeased glance to Eridanus, "Go wash your hands." Lord knew how the cat had managed to--ew--run his hand through his hair post impaling.
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2007 10:44 pm
"Nope." Eridanus grinned, wiggling his fingers quietly. "I think they look..."
"Spiffy! And -- Hey, what's under those...?" Wyatt glanced at the band-aids, poking at them curiously. "..." he tilted his head to the side, raising a slender brow at Alisdaire.
"What's under THOSE? Kinky Wyatt, Kinky..." Eridanus snickered quietly, resting a hand on his hip. And he waited...
"... What's kinky...?" And there it was... "... Is it a type of corn...?" the wolf male's tail wagged lazily behind him as he threw both arms in the air, "KINKY CORN!"
"... Oh, my, god..." Eridanus was too busy laughing to pay attention to Wyatt trying to pick at the bandaids quietly. "How completely rich... it just has to be fattening, holy... he cracks me up..."
"..." Wyatt canted his head again. "... Yay!" he embraced Alisdaire enthusiastically, pulling away in only seconds. "Thank you for the stickers~" his index finger referred silently to the band-aids. "... Even if they are a little plain-ish~"
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2007 10:53 pm
Alisdaire wondered briefly, almost desperately whether Wyatt would be more inclined to keep the 'stickers' right where they were if he thought it was some sort of game. Briefly because soon after having first wondered he wondered as well why precisely he could be bothered to care. If the idiot child was going to be an idiot patient that was none of Alisdaire's business - it was the hulking cat who'd drawn blood after all, not his problem. And yet despite how intense the irritaition he felt towards the boy it was all flavored by a sense of responsibility.
Oh God forbid.
No, he was not responsible. Easy to lay blame and take over, maybe. Occasionally. But not--"It's nothing to do with how they look," he bit back around the surprise embrace, somehow managing to almost completely ignore it through his irritability, "It's everything to do with that they're probably filthy." He breathed in a heavy sigh before directing a weary, admonishing look to Wyatt, "Don't touch those," he ordered half-heartedly, decisively moving the boy's hand away from the band-aids.
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2007 11:40 pm
He frowned when his hand was moved away from the band-aids, but quickly replaced it with a child-like grin. "Are they spppeeecciiiaaal stickers?" he questioned in a whisper, as if the whole matter presented to him was a secret, tail wagging more rapidly.
Wyatt's wide-eyed stare probably wasn't helping poor dear Alisdaire's patience on this whole matter.
Eridanus raised a slender brow. "... Your mama's filth--" he couldn't quite get the whole ridiculously childish insult out, rather resulted to cracking up before finishing at the awkwardness that rushed over him so quickly as he tried the joke out.
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2007 1:46 pm
For a long moment the fox just stared at the little wolf, mental activity hitting a uniquely depressing flatline in the ER of his brain as things came to a swinging shut down. Oh bloody hell, he hoped Wyatt wasn't contagious or anything. That'd be bloody brilliant. "Yes," voice flat and caught with a hint of despair, "If by 'special' you mean 'you will die if you remove it before I tell you to', then yes. Very. Very. Special." How had this happened again? Oh he did't even want to think about it.
Alisdaire shot another withering glance at the larger feline, mouth set in an irritable grumble. You know what the problem was? That it was impossible to be properly irritated with either of them. Or rather, it was just too easy. Which made it difficult. From a certain point of view - the them being too easily irritable, that was--that--agh! "Only because you've been touching her in bad places," he muttered darkly at the inconsolable Eridanus. Maybe he should've just let it lie?
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2007 1:58 pm
Eridanus almost had to pick his jaw up from the ground after the way it had dropped. He blinked. "That was a freakin' good one!" he snickered, slapping at Wyatt's back as he slowly slammed his face into his palm, the giggles he was trying to retain slipped passed the skin.
"... You made Alis's mama filthy...?" Wyatt frowned. "I don't get it..." his tail drooped quietly as he tapped a foot. "Eriday's met you're mom, Aliserfox...?" he tilted his head to the side silently.
"..." it was oh-so-difficult to stop himself from keeling over and dying from amusement right then and there, Eridanus bent down, planting his face into his knees quietly. "... Oh dear lord, I must be working off a butt-load of calories right now."
"..." Wyatt was suddenly confused with the world in general -- If you pulled off a plain sticker you died, Alisdaire's mama met Eridanus, and... Eriday was watching his calories...? The wolf male blinked dumbfoundedly, whimpering lowly.
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2007 8:40 am
It wasn't that the boy was retarded. Only it was. Only it wasn't. Only--"Make an effort not to take everything literally," he rolled his eyes, then balked inwardly. Was that it? Wyatt lacked the ability to separate what he heard from the literal? Oh bother, he didn't want to analyze it - that would surely end in tears. Or in throwing things. Which might not be such a bad thing, given that nagging urge to throw something at Eridanus. Something either very sharp and aerodynamic or ridiculously heavy with rock-like qualities...
Then again it didn't seem it would take all that much more to completely wind the feline. Alisdaire would consider it a fantastic boon if one or the other of his newest afflictions passed out from--well, it didn't matter. Provided they were unconscious and thusly lost the facility of speech. With a choked sigh of resignation the fox swung out a chair from the kitchen table, falling on it with a hand to his temple. "Make it quick, Lord," below his breath as he reached out to briefly pet the troubled boy's head before attempting to light himself another dampened ciggarette.
Bloody. Hell.
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2007 6:08 pm
The look he gave Alisdaire showed the complete confusion that was troubling him with the current situation. He frowned, ears flat against his head, though when the other male pat him they perked momentarily. Wyatt's tail dragged against the floor lazily in a pathetic excuse for a wag. "Smokin' isn't good for ya~" he pointed out quietly, poking at the other male's knee.
"..." Eridanus snickered, glancing up from his interesting positioning, "... For Gaia's sake Wyatt... is it fun to torture that poor thing...?" he inquired, index finger referring silently to Alisdaire -- though he did curse once or twice when he realized he could have used middle finger instead.
Wyatt stared dumbly. "... I'm torturing ya...?" he question quietly, eyes flicking to view Alisdaire.
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