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 Posted: Sun Sep 22, 2013 10:21 am
"Osmond, um, I think we should give this a rest."
"What. The. Frick."
Osmond's face was drawn open in an almost comical expression as his mouth hung ajar against the pillow he had just stuffed beneath his head. Cetus, sitting upright at the edge of the bed, thinned her lips and squeezed a handful of the bed's sheeting between her fingers. The cop sat up and laid a hand on her shoulder, jerking her slightly so he could look fully into her face. Cetus didn't give him that glory, still only presenting him a profile view. Just as the sudden dilemma bothered him, it bothered her, and she couldn't face him.
"Who the hell breaks up with someone after screwing them?" he asked incredulously. "s**t, Shinju. Why now? Couldn't you bring this up when, I don't know, when we both weren't spent?"
"I see you once every two weeks and only for a few hours to have sex," Cetus informed him with a glare. "You expect me to bring it up when you're screwing my brains out?"
He blushed. "Good point," he amended. "But, seriously, why?"
Cetus sighed and folded her arms across her diaphragm. "Things have gotten a bit stale, Osmond," she replied. "All you really want to do nowadays is screw my brains out."
"I think you made that point already," he grimaced. "But its got to be more than that. You never pass up a good lay."
"Very, very good point," Cetus returned with a coy smile, but it fled her face in that instant. "Well, I got to thinking a bit . . . "
"That's a first."
"Shut up. Be a little serious. As I was saying, I was thinking a bit and, though we've carried this on for nearly a year, the chances of us getting caught are really high. I mean, we were nearly discovered the first time we ********. And, someone saw me during a recent heist. I'm all over the news."
"s**t," Osmond cursed. "If that's the case, we really don't have a choice, do we?"
"Not really." Cetus hung her head. "I really didn't want it to come to this."
"I know." The cop kissed her temple. "I know. It happened once and it's happening again. Let this go for a little while, okay? We can still call-"
"No calls," Cetus cut him off.
"Well, messages-"
"No texts either. Not even handwritten letters. No communication whatsoever, Osmond. They might find out."
Osmond exhaled deeply. He was reluctant to agree, but resigned himself to doing so with a silent nod.
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Posted: Sun Sep 22, 2013 10:48 am
The desk rattled beneath Osmond's fists after he beat them multiple times against the tabletop. When that didn't quell the ache thrumming in his head and bosom, he lounged back in his chair and rubbed his temples with a deep exhalation. A fellow copper seated beside him and leafing through a magazine titled, Watchers' Digest, didn't seem phased or put off by his outburst.
Without even looking to him, he asked, "Sexually frustrated?"
Osmond blinked to him in both disbelief and confusion. "H-How did you . . . ?" he began.
The officer dully flipped the publication shut and considered him. "Do Sarah, Shaniqua, or Sita ring any bells?" he asked. "You acted the same damn way, er, two? Yea, about two weeks after breaking things off with each of 'em."
"Huh," Osmond huffed. "I never realized that. But why do you know, Phil?" He grinned and elbowed his side. "Keeping tabs on me, huh?"
Again, Phil was unresponsive to his kidding around. "I'm married with five kids, Osmond," he said. "I don't swing that way."
The Willis rolled his eyes. "Arceus, can't take a joke at all . . . " he murmured to himself.
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Posted: Sun Sep 22, 2013 11:01 am
Both of them returned to a casual silence, going back to the primary activity to do when stuck with desk duty: waiting. Phil went back to flipping pages of his magazine while Osmond drummed his fingers on the desk.
Without reason, he commented, "Anything interesting in there?"
"No," Phil responded.
Silence.
"Just looking at pictures?"
"Pretty much."
Silence.
"Were you even a watcher when you were younger?"
"Nope."
More silence.
"So I guess it doesn't even interest-"
"Look, Osmond, I'm not a therapist," Phil finally reasoned. "But if you want to talk about your problem, I'm all ears."
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Posted: Sun Sep 22, 2013 11:21 am
Osmond smiled sheepishly. "Are you sure?" he asked. "I mean, it'd be a weight off my shoulders and all, but wouldn't it be stepping into, er, 'not safe for work' territory?"
"I really don't give a crap," Phil replied. "There's hardly a soul about and people aren't lining up with reports, so go ahead: Rant away."
"Ahhh, all right." Osmond tumbled words in his brain as he tried his put his explanation into something worthwhile. "Um, well, there was this gal I was seeing-"
"I think we've established that already."
"Oh, yea, well, she called things off-"
"Passed that."
"I'm upset. That's about it."
Phil snorted out something that sounded like a laugh. Osmond wasn't sure. "You're probably the first man I've met whose been depressed 'cause he hasn't humped something."
"It's not like that . . . !" Osmond testily rejected. "I'm forty. I don't whine over sex!"
Phil rolled his eyes. "Yea, yea. Age has nothing to do with it. But that answer's a bit obvious, isn't it? Just go get a willing chick. There's gotta be a ton out there in Katarina."
"I'm not into, "Wham, bam, thank you, ma'am," Osmond huffed. "ONSs are a bit shallow. I like relationships. But, I put about a year into this woman and she suddenly wanted to take a breather . . . "
"Did she have a valid reason?" Phil asked.
"Well, yea." Osmond scratched the back of his head. "Work's keeping her busy and we only see each other every other week. That's why."
"Okay, if that's the case, why are you upset? I'm sure you both needed it."
"Yea, but . . ."
Phil shook his head. "I reiterate: You're probably the first man I've met whose been depressed 'cause he hasn't humped something."
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Posted: Sun Sep 22, 2013 11:47 am
"So, you're insinuating I'm being unreasonable?" Osmond grunted.
"No. No, I'm not," Phil said. "It's just one of them -- what did that Freud fella call it -- defense things? Gah, that's it called . . . Re- Reee- Ah, that's right, regression."
"So I'm acting like a kid."
"Yep."
"Screw you, Phil." Osmond spat and turned away from the older man in his seat, knotting his arms defensively across his chest.
Phil rolled his eyes again. "It's not anything to feel pissy about. It's perfectly natural . . . I think. Yea, it is, Osmond. Calm down."
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Posted: Sun Sep 22, 2013 12:19 pm
"I am calm." An withheld, innate desire to pound on the desk again was the only thing preventing his statement from being proven a lie. Osmond scooted back around to Phil and sighed. "It's just women, man. Women. They're terrible. How'd you pull through, Phil? Married for how long? Six years? Second wife, but from what I've seen, she's better than your first!"
Phil grinned tenderly as he always did when it came to the topic of his spouse. "She's a good woman," he spoke. "Petra's got the heart of a skittish Deerling, but my girls love her. Well, save my first, but she's Caitlin's kid. Can't be helped. As for how I held on, well, there are lot of factors to consider. That's all I can really say . . . "
"Guess they're just things I should mull over, huh?" Osmond suggested.
Phil shrugged. "Pretty much. Why don't you do that at home?"
"Huh?"
"This thing seems like it is really biting you in the a**, Osmond. Go home, I'll cover for you; just for today, though. Cut the crap by tomorrow and return to your usual persona or else Claire will start to gossip. Capisci?"
"Capisci." Osmond didn't stand just yet. "But are you sure, Phil? I don't want to just leave you here-"
"Get your a** home," the man firmly commanded.
"Fine, fine," Osmond sighed. Standing, he strode over to the interior hallway and retrieved his coat and cop hat. Flinging the trench over his shoulder and sitting the cap on his head, he waved off Phil and departed. "Thanks again," he called with his leaving, taking to the streets of Katarina after hearing Phil's somewhat muffled goodbye.
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Posted: Sun Sep 22, 2013 12:35 pm
Osmond knew both he and Phil would get s**t that following morning for this because neither of them got permission from the chief, but he shrugged it off. Instead, he let the sun's afternoon warmth chill his body to the core and kept a steady trek back to his dingy, one room apartment. It was a lengthy walk back to the eight story building, an even longer and equally arduous effort to climb the five stories to his door, and a chore to fit the key into the lock, but he was within comfort as soon as he did.
Marlo, his Raichu, quirked up when the door was opened and peeked from behind the couch. A mirthful smile curved his lips up as he hopped from behind the piece of furniture and right up to Osmond.
"Aichi!"
Straight up into his arms the chubby electric mouse went and was greeted with a tight, chuckle-filled hug.
"Hey, hey, buddy," Osmond greeted with a grin. "I'm home early, but just for today."
The Raichu's ears drooped in disappointment. "Rai . . . " he sighed.
"But I promise to spend the rest of the evening with ya. How's that?"
Marlo immediately rebounded from his gloom and suckered himself onto Osmond's face. "Aichi, ai!" he cheered in glee.
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Posted: Tue Sep 24, 2013 10:49 pm
It would've taken a crowbar to get the Electric-type Pokemon off Osmond's face, but he settled for the alternative of tickling the Raichu's sides. When Marlo raised his arms, chortling up a storm, the cop took the chance and wrestled him off his face with relative ease. The Raichu drooped lazily in Osmond's arms as he carried him off to the sofa, plopped him down, and took the seat next to him. Righting their daily ritual to a finish, Marlo shifted himself under Osmond's arm and onto his lap, roping his meter long tail into a skewed pile, and wiggled back toward the man's stomach for warmth. Obliging him, Osmond even placed a hand on his head and casually petted him into a half-asleep state; taking his other to find the remote and flick the boob-tube on.
Such tranquility didn't last long. Osmond's peaceful attitude erupted with anger when the Starmies vs. Electebuzz game came up with a loss on his end. His internal frustrations doubled with his rage for a ten to zip game caused him to angrily stomp his apartment's floor with such vigor, the dishes stacked to dry by the sink rattled. Marlo, fearing for his own well-being, dashed from the cop and took safety behind their couch. He whimpered in fear, but his cries went unheard against the pounds for Osmond.
Eventually, Osmond's second tantrum of the day got on the nerves of the below tenant. Abandoning his project, the young male departed his own apartment and made his way to the one above. Identifying where the hits were coming from, the bespectacled male began to drive a fist onto the door.
"Excuse me!" he cried in combination with his hits. "Excuse me, can you stop?!"
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