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 Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2008 11:32 am
He'd done a bit of extra cleaning and organizing down at the bar in preparation for the coming holiday and so he'd spent far more time that evening down there than he'd expected. It shouldn't have been a problem though. Demy should be tucked in bed and he could, given that he could wake his pet, be able to play a bit before he turned in for the night.
Or at least that's what was suppose to have happened.
When he'd returned upstairs he found his bed, and even Demy's own surprisingly empty. He'd told the brat not to go out tonight, he knew what sort of parties were going on that night and -knew- Demy had no way to ignore temptation. Which meant if he was gone ....
He had been tempted to trash Demy's room in an attempt to find something but he'd gone about it a bit more carefully. It hadn't taken long to find a rather nice collection of mind altering things. The things he'd told Demy that were never to come into his home.
So he brought it out to the living room, set it on the table, and waited.
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2008 11:50 am
Stay in bed? On a night like this? HA! The 'old man' was simply trying to ruin his fun. Well it was no matter, he'd just sneak out and enjoy a bit of the nightlife before sneaking back into bed and waiting for Lou to want to play a bit. It'd be a perfect night!
This was assuming that he'd actually get back before Lou finished his cleaning. But the parties and temptation were just too much for the little rockstar and he ended up staying out way longer than he intended to.
But no matter, with the current high he was on Lou's wrath was far from his thoughts. Giggling happily and chattering away to himself, Demy skipped his way into their living area. He stopped for just a moment at the sight of Lou, head tilting as he tried to focus on the other. After a bit of silence he simply grinned and continued his trip inside.
"Heeey Lou! Got any drinks man? I've got a wicked thirst to quench..."
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2008 11:55 am
So he'd been right. Even from this distance he could see how unfocused Demy's eyes currently were. God knows what the kid was on.
"Demy .... come here for a second, darling.." His voice was cold but he doubted that the drugged out Demy would actually noticed. He'd told him what would happen if he caught him like this again. He'd trusted Demy to behave and to listen to him. He'd put his trust somewhere that it didn't belong it seemed.
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2008 12:03 pm
"Hrm...?"
Ears twitching, the boy turned to look at Lou again. After another moment of silence Demy gave a happy little tail wag.
"Okay Lou!"
Oblivious, he walked right over to Lou and leaned down next to him.
"Didja neeeed something? Hrmm?"
Demy hadn't been listening to the older Audio for quite some time now. While he was usually careful to not do anything in their home or near it, the effects weren't quite as easy to hide. He was steadily getting scrawnier, but he simply passed it off as not eating quite enough and took to wearing a hoodie while out to disguise it. Still. he was bound to be busted sooner or later.
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2008 12:21 pm
He reached up and snatched Demy by the muzzle as soon as he was in reach. "Have fun tonight?" He glared at the younger audio as he pulled him down toward his level. Demy would either have to hunch over or end up on his knees on the floor.
"Find a new hotspot? Someone you could beg treats out of?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2008 12:27 pm
Eyes wide, the boy collapsed to his knees by the other. Still oblivious to just how much trouble he was in, Demy simply nodded along at the questions. Hotspot? Hell yeah! Treats? Pfft..who didn't he go begging treats off of?
Shaking off his initial surprise, the boy returned to his rather content look. He even tried to slip his tongue out of his muzzle and give Lou's paw a lick.
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2008 12:37 pm
"Mm..." He pressed his fingers tighter around Demy's muzzle to keep the other's tongue from reaching his palm. God knows what had been on Demy's tongue or where it had been. Turning the other's head he forced him to look at the things he'd set on the table.
".... you wouldn't by any chance remember a conversation we had a few months ago?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2008 12:43 pm
Demy whined, forced to keep his tongue halfway out of his mouth now. Okay...this wasn't so fun anymore. Lifting his own paws the boy struggled to pull Lou off of his muzzle.
Head turned, the boy blinked and stared at his things on the table, struggling to recall this conversation they supposedly had. Silence..silence...and mor silence, clearly he didn't remember.
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2008 1:09 pm
He sneered and tossed Demy back toward the floor. "You've done so much of this you can't even remember things i've told you now." He got up and walked over to stand over the younger audio.
"I believe i told you quite clearly that you were not to do these things while in my company. Most certainly not -in my home-."
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2008 1:13 pm
Free, Demy quickly pulled his tongue back into his mouth and rubbed at his muzzle a bit.
"Huh? But I CAN remember things you've told me! I remember that you loveeeee meeeee!"
Tail wagging, the boy grinned up at the bartender.
"And I DON'T do them here! I go other places...so...I -was- listening!"
Demy nodded to himself, pleased with his answer. Clearly if he wasn't actually doing the drugs in Lou's house, he'd be fine right? Sure he stored them there...but he never actually -did- them there.
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2008 1:16 pm
His finger slowly curled into fists. He'd -trusted- the little rat. He'd believed that he'd stop doing these things and that he'd listen to him. He'd taken Demy in, took care of him, gave him everything he wanted and this is what he got for it. The one thing he'd asked Demy truly not to do.
"Demy .... you have twenty minuets to get yourself and your things out of my home before i start removing them myself."
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2008 1:22 pm
"...Huh?"
Demy blinked, his happiness finally fading into something else.
"But...what did I do man? I didn't do them here, honest! I always left to do it somewhere else..and waited to come home!"
Confused, the boy attempted to latch to the other's leg.
"You don't really want me to go..do you? I mean cmoooon Louuu!"
Purring, he did his best to look cute and innocent...well about as innocent as he could ever be.
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2008 3:26 pm
He kicked Demy's arms away as the other tried to latch onto him. "I told you to -never- do them again. YOu ignored that. I trusted you to listen to me but you've proved to only care about making yourself feel better"
He was practically snarling at the younger audio. "Get. Out"
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2008 3:32 pm
The boy whimpered as he was kicked, quickly skittering back from the angry bartender.
"But I...but...Lou!.."
Ears flat, Demy suddenly let out a vicious snarl at the other.
"I DON'T only care about myself! I've helped you too damnit! Sure I ******** up that show, sure I've done some stupid s**t, but damnit I've tried! But hey, if you want to spit out some s**t about me -only- caring about myself then whatever man..."
Growling angrily Demy stomped off. He, however, had no plan of gathering his things. Let Lou be pissed, he'd just get the hell over it.
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2008 3:55 pm
He let Demy storm off. The younger audio had done some things to help him but he had more often than not, more often as of late, done things for himself. It was most likely the drug addiction doing it to him too.
Shaking his head he gathered the things and headed out the back door to head downstairs to the small incinerator he had at the back of the bar. He could dispose of the rest of Demy's things later.
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