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 Posted: Sun Aug 03, 2014 8:10 pm
In the middle of the city sits an average size apartment building that belonged to Oliver's father, Balthazar Spark. Balthazar has since retired leaving his tinker/inventor son in charge of the apartment building. Bal has never told, Oliver who is other parent was, so Oliver doesn't know who she or he was.
Oliver rented out the apartments and kept one for himself. The basement he kept for himself as well for his workshop, there he invented all sorts of stuff, little gadgets, and large creations. This week he was trying to make a new cherry candy goo that was bubbling in the contraption he had created, to specially mix and bubble the cherry mix.
Oliver hummed softly to himself as he worked "Gonna make yummy stuff, gonna make yummy stuff" On his contraption was a button and above the button was a sign that said, don't push you, don't push. Oliver couldn't never why he put that button there, but he was tempted to push it to remember what it was for. Then again what if something bad happened.. He shrugged and went back to work fussing with the dials and pressure nobs.
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2014 5:58 pm
 Whimsy. Willie would insist that it was that that had brought him here today. He wouldn’t have gone otherwise. But he had been bored, with no one to really to talk to. So, he had wandered away and to a simple apartment complex.
Yet the sound that he heard from an open doorway wasn’t simple. Or normal for that matter. Hence, with one hand on the banister, he went down into what he could only assume was a basement.
What he found astounded him. Contraptions bigger than washers and dryers, gizmos that were bigger than he himself. It was apparent that he had never seen something like it before, bright green and gold eyes as wide as they could possibly be.
”What is this place?” he muttered, white-tipped tails swishing back and forth as he contemplated just what it held in store. Something big, for sure. Why else would there be such big machines? And therefore, something that he wouldn’t mind being a part of. It would be a new adventure.
Another caught his eye and he beamed, skittering down the steps. ”Hi there!” One of his hands clapped the man’s shoulder, grin still present on his face. He eyed the machine with a bit of wonder, tilting his head at the red button. It looked important, for sure. ”What’s that do?”Inquisitively, his gaze went from the unknown stranger to the button, as if that would answer his question. Unfortunately, it did not.
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2014 6:13 pm
Oliver jumped and yelped when someone came down the steps into his workshop. "Um well this is my workshop.." he said shyly "And well I'm not sure what that button does.. I guess I made it when I was half asleep..." He had been trying to think why he would have put a button on his cherry goo candy invention and was still coming up with nothing. "Can I help you??" Oliver asked curiously as he started fussing with the strap of his overalls that had come loose. This person was very pretty, and Oliver blushed at the thought, one he would never have the courage to say out loud.
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2014 10:35 am
A loud laugh erupted from Willie’s lips, as he patted Oliver’s shoulder heartily. “Sorry for frightening you, chicken. Didn’t mean ta’,” as if he would ever do so. Scaring others was never his cup of tea. It left a sour taste in his mouth, something that he usually felt guilty for afterwards. Right now was no exception.
“Workshop? For what?” he wondered aloud, eyes trailing over towards the equipment. Willie hadn’t had the faintest clue. Yet, the owner of this place was here. His gaze went back to the redhead, tails thumping against one of the machines rhythmically. “Does it make anything?”
Curiousity piqued, his finger lightly brushed over the plastic button’s rim. “Well,” he started, tapping on it, but not putting so much force to actually press it. “Wouldn’t hurt to figure out what it is, right?” What could the harm possibly be? Explosion? Not likely. There had to be a mechanism to stop it before getting that far. He was sure of it.
Willie mused to himself, thumbing the button as he did so. It was only when the other male spoke up again that he whipped around, shaking his purple hair out of his eyes. A look of confusion flitted over his face for a moment, contemplating. “Can you help me?” he echoed, canting his head to the side. There was nothing that he could think of that he needed help with. Willie shook his head. “No, I don’t think so! I’m quite content, thank you very much!”
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2014 10:43 am
Oliver looked at the other noodle curious and a bit shy, as he normally was. "Um I'm not a chicken, I'm Oliver.." he said with a bit of pout in his voice. "This is my workshop, for my inventions and tinkering" Oliver tiwitched nervously when Willie, hit his candy machine with his tail, worried it would break. "Umm please don't do that" Then he turned his attention to the question of what he was making. "I'm trying to make a new candy" Oliver said happily. "This batch is cherry flavored" he said warmly.. "I doubt it would hurt us if we pushed the button.." he pondered. Still wondering why he put that button there to begin with. He tilted his head to the side then, "If I can't help you, why did you randomly come into an apartment building and head into the basement??" Oliver sat down on the floor and started playing with his socks. As he looked the pretty noodle over again.
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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2014 1:49 am
Thin eyebrows quirked upwards at the new male’s statement. Willie’s mouth parted slightly, canting his head towards the side as he did so. He was never good with names. Nicknames were much easier to call people by. But he wasn’t going to voice that aloud. Instead, he grinned boldly, leaning up against the machine without a care in the world. “Got it, Ollie!” There wasn’t a doubt in his mind that he’d forget it in five minutes, however. Names were too tedious to memorize.
Willie’s irish eyes casted a glance at their surroundings once more. ”Inventions eh?” he breathed out, in momentary awe. Wow. What a hobby. He didn’t have the patience or the intelligence to sit down and make what his newfound friend had created. He was more of an explorer, traveling from place to place to see the glories of other people. And no matter how frequently he traveled, they always amazed him. Always.
He was a bit jealous of them. Alas, he could never put himself to the task of settling down. Not just yet.
”Don’t do what?” His tails stopped for a moment as he looked at the redhead inquisitively. There was no ill intent in his actions. Willie understood that some didn’t like him or his actions. However; he could never pinpoint why exactly. People were too vague in their reasoning or violent. It was strange, but the traveler shrugged it off and went about his way. Perhaps this Oliver was the same? If he was unwanted; he could leave. For although there were plenty of people who disliked him, there were others that enjoyed his company just as much. He liked to hang with them.
Yet, the lad didn’t seem to dislike him. Not when he was so enthusiastic. Or maybe that was the candy talking. Willie beamed, his white tipped tails once again thumping against the machine in earnest. ”Cherry flavoured candy, you say? I’d love to try a taste!” A meek smile fell across his lips. Manners. Manners. Where were his manners today? ”That is, if I can have some.”
As soon as Oliver stated that it was probably safe to push the button, Willie did just that. Eagerly, he jammed his slender forefront and middle finger on the button and held it there. Pausing. Waiting. It didn’t seem like anything was happening. He took a step back, fingers still on the button as he studied the machine. Nothing looked off. But then he didn’t know anything about the machine or what it did. ”It doesn’t do anything at all?” he mused, one brow raised inquisitively at the redhead who was sitting on the floor. Maybe he was missing something. Maybe it was broken. Whatever the case may be, it didn’t exactly matter right now. Nothing was going to happen. And so, he dropped his hand and crouched down, lightly tanned hands crossed on his knees.
A grin spread across Willie’s lips. ”Well,” he paused, a loud metallic clack making his ears twitch. That was unusual. But, it was probably nothing. ”For company of course! I was with a friend, but they went to work and I couldn’t get back there because the security guard said that it was prohibited to go in. So I wandered around and here I am, friend!” He didn’t think that it was odd at all.
His eyes landed on his feet. That was weird. "Shouldn't you wear shoes in a place like this?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2014 2:18 pm
Oliver blushed brightly when this person called him Ollie, he still didn't know his name. He pouted then wondering if he would ever find out. Oliver smiled then he loved inventing, it make him happy. "Yes I've made a number of strange inventions, this is my new one" Oliver pondered then if the candy was ready for a taste test. "I suppose if it's ready to try.." Oliver didn't mind this noodle and he had gotten distracted about scolding him again for hitting his machine with his tail, oh well. Shortly after Willie asked about trying the candy and pushing the button. Gears in his invention turned and pipes in the top open, and warm cherry goo went spraying out. Covering everything in cherry goo. It had a very sweet tart cherry flavor to it, Oliver giggled like a little mad man. "I guess that's what that button does." He again had forgotten the question of shoes, instead licking his hand tasting his cherry candy. "Sorry to cover you in cherry goo, Mr. Company" Oliver giggled
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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2014 6:58 pm
How unexpected. There was more than one invention in this place. All he saw was the huge hunk of metal creating the candy. ”Neat! Where are the others?” From one thing onto the next. That’s how he always functioned. The candy machine was great to look at, no doubt. However; he was soon growing bored of the contraption. It didn’t offer anything other than candy. Great to look at and marvel, but he couldn’t do anything else with it.
His eyes brightened at the idea of trying some of the candy, however. He may be a bit bored with the sight, but the prospect of free food was just enough incentive for him to have a lick of patience and wait. Nonetheless, the sooner it was done, the better. They could move onto bigger and better things afterwards. Or, at least he could. ”Is it done now?” he eagerly asked, practically pressured as his tails wagged rapidly, hitting the machine with harder thumps. Willie didn’t even realize it.
He didn’t expect to get his question answered by the machine, however. Willie let out a sound of surprise as he was suddenly covered in the confection.
Willie swiped his tongue across his bottom lip, taking some of the sticky goo into his mouth for a taste. Sweet cherry flavoured glopity glop. It had a great taste; unfortunately, it clung to his teeth in an uncomfortable way. No matter how much he ran his tongue across them, there still seemed to be a bit leftover. His body wasn't faring any better either. He shook his head, a few strands of the confection dripping down from his hair, but not releasing its grip. It covered him from head to toe, making him feel a bit sluggish in movement. A shower was definitely in order.
"Hey, do you have a shower that I could use?" Irish eyes raked over Oliver's body. He was covered from head to toe in the sweet as well. "We could take one together," Willie offered, leaning forward towards the redhead. The less water they used the better, right? It wouldn't have been the first time that he shared one with another. It was less of a tedious task with another next to him.
Contently in the mood, Willie moved forward onto his hands and knees, quickly pecking the man on the lips. ”You know, you taste sweet. Like candy,” he mused, delving in for another chaste kiss before getting up and languidly stretching his limbs.
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2014 9:57 am
Oliver blushed deeply and nodded, he was at a lose for words, but it was his fault Mr. Company was covered in cherry goo. Oliver went to the wall and turned on his cleaning robots, this wasn't the first time he had made a mess of his workshop, so he had designed robots to clean up his messes for him. Then still blushing brightly Oliver gestured to the stairs, ready to lead Mr. Company to his apartment where they could get cleaned up. Oliver was a bundle of shy nerves from Willie licking him, but he wasn't saying no either. They both needed to get clean after all. ((Sorry this one's so short >.< ))
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Posted: Sun Aug 24, 2014 3:47 pm
His new pal may have been blushing, but it went completely unnoticed by Willie. All he registered was the nod. Which was fine; that was all that he needed to go on. And he, for one, was never at a loss for words.
A slight grimace came across his lips as he stretched, attempting to shake off the goo that still stuck onto his skin. Unfortunately, a majority of the slick sweet still remained. He eyed the younger gentleman, rubbing his hands in order to try and alleviate some of the mess. It was going to be such a great pain getting it out from underneath his nails. He just had them done too. Ah well.
”Great! Hey—What are those?” his hand motioned towards the cleaners, Irish eyes glinting curiously at the sight. They were peculiar; definitely not something that he wouldn’t have seen elsewhere. His hand brushed against one, smearing the sticky goo over the top of the machine. However; it didn’t even seem to mind and continued to do the cleanup. If he couldn’t see, he would have thought that the thing was a cat as it bumped against his legs.
Laughing at the small robot, his gaze went towards where Oliver gestured towards, giving the machine a delicate pat on the head. ”Do you name them as well?” he asked, motioning towards the cleaner that was rolling around where he previously stood. They were the oddest thing.
”Oh!” Willie stopped at taking the steps, glancing down at Oliver. He wasn’t going to get very far beyond the stairs without his new friend to help guide him into the right direction. So he slid down the stairs, bowing slightly and flourishing his hand towards the stairs. ”Would help if I took your lead, yeah?”
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Posted: Sun Aug 24, 2014 4:46 pm
Oliver smiled and giggled at Mr. Company's petting his cleaning robots. He thought a moment, at the name and he said "Umm the cleaning invention thingie?? I'm not very good at naming things" He shrugged and smiled shy and took, Mr. Company's hand and lead him up stairs to his apartment. It was only polite to allow him to get cleaned up, since it was his invention that got him all messy. Oliver opened his apartment door and lead Mr. Company inside to his decently sized apartment. It was only a one bedroom apartment since that's all Oliver needed. One bathroom as well, but the bathroom was pretty nice with silver faucets and marble counters. Oliver's father wasn't a cheap skate when he built the apartment building. Oliver blushed and leaded Mr. Company to the bathroom and showed him the shower/bath and where the towels were. Then turned to leave the bathroom, in case Mr. Company had been teasing about sharing a shower.
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2014 9:50 pm
”Cleaning Invention Thingy? CIT?” Willie drawled, tongue stuck out as he rolled the name around in his head. Strange. He didn’t quite like the name. Fred. George. Anita. A normal name would have sufficed or a nifty technological moniker like R2D2, Johnny number five, PDA. But no, it was Cleaning Invention Thingy. Terribly impersonal, in his mind. But he wasn’t going to speak out on the matter. Instead, he gave a machine one final pat, dubbing it CIT in his mind, and continued onwards.
Up the stairs and through the hall he went, following his new redheaded companion. Each step felt heavier than the last as the goop stuck to the floor. He’d have to get new shoes, no doubt. These were now in ruins, sticking to the soles and creating a mess upon the floor with each step that he took. Cleaning would probably need to be in order. Luckily, he didn’t mind wiping down the floor. It wasn’t like he had anything better to do anyways. However; getting two new pairs of shoes would take precedence. And hopefully the small machines would take care of the deed before they got out of the shower.
Willie’s gold tinted eyes roamed around the apartment curiously. ”This is your place?” his gaze landed on Oliver questioningly, head tilted to the side. It was---neat. Didn’t look like an inventor’s place at all. There were no gadgets and gizmos lying about that he could see. Very peculiar, for a man of many inventions. And when he stepped into the bathroom, he found that it was the same as the rest of the bathroom. All spick and span. ”You don’t---have your CITs here, Wally?” he asked, peering around the countertop. No, it didn’t seem like it.
He turned around, tails brushing against the towels and making it fall. Willie didn’t seem to notice. What he did realize, however; was that his new friend was now leaving the room. And that just wouldn’t do. ”Aren’t you going to join me?” One of his hands made a grab for his long sweater, shucking it off with relative ease. Fresh air brushed against his skin, making his body shiver. Freedom, however; was worth getting out of his soiled clothes.
The curly tailed male stared at Oliver imploringly. ”You know…I’d quite like the company.”
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2014 11:50 am
bullterrierlove ”Cleaning Invention Thingy? CIT?” Willie drawled, tongue stuck out as he rolled the name around in his head. Strange. He didn’t quite like the name. Fred. George. Anita. A normal name would have sufficed or a nifty technological moniker like R2D2, Johnny number five, PDA. But no, it was Cleaning Invention Thingy. Terribly impersonal, in his mind. But he wasn’t going to speak out on the matter. Instead, he gave a machine one final pat, dubbing it CIT in his mind, and continued onwards.
Up the stairs and through the hall he went, following his new redheaded companion. Each step felt heavier than the last as the goop stuck to the floor. He’d have to get new shoes, no doubt. These were now in ruins, sticking to the soles and creating a mess upon the floor with each step that he took. Cleaning would probably need to be in order. Luckily, he didn’t mind wiping down the floor. It wasn’t like he had anything better to do anyways. However; getting two new pairs of shoes would take precedence. And hopefully the small machines would take care of the deed before they got out of the shower.
Willie’s gold tinted eyes roamed around the apartment curiously. ”This is your place?” his gaze landed on Oliver questioningly, head tilted to the side. It was---neat. Didn’t look like an inventor’s place at all. There were no gadgets and gizmos lying about that he could see. Very peculiar, for a man of many inventions. And when he stepped into the bathroom, he found that it was the same as the rest of the bathroom. All spick and span. ”You don’t---have your CITs here, Wally?” he asked, peering around the countertop. No, it didn’t seem like it.
He turned around, tails brushing against the towels and making it fall. Willie didn’t seem to notice. What he did realize, however; was that his new friend was now leaving the room. And that just wouldn’t do. ”Aren’t you going to join me?” One of his hands made a grab for his long sweater, shucking it off with relative ease. Fresh air brushed against his skin, making his body shiver. Freedom, however; was worth getting out of his soiled clothes.
The curly tailed male stared at Oliver imploringly. ”You know…I’d quite like the company.”
Oliver smiled "CIT" he giggled "Or Maybe Cleaning Kitty, maybe the next model I should make it look like a cat" he said warmly. Then headed up stairs with Mr. Company. In Oliver's distracted mind, he didn't even noticed that Mr. Company's clothing and shoes were likely ruined. Once Oliver got to the hallway he turned on another CIT to clean up the cherry goo they were tracking through the apartment complex. Oliver's main home, was really his workshop, sometimes he even slept there forgetting about his bed all together. Sleeping on his basement couch instead. In his apartment he did have some toys and books and such, but most of his prized things were in his workshop. "Huh the cleaning lady cleans my apartment, my dad says without her I'd never make my bed" He blushed "And dad doesn't want me cluttering my apartment with my inventions that's what my workshop is for" Oliver blushed again at the invitation. Then he smiled softly and said just as softly "Ok" His tail moving about slowly as he got out of his overalls. Oliver smiled shyly again as he moved closer to Mr. Company. "So are you ever going to tell me your name Mr. Company??" he asked softly, then went to the shower to adjust the water temperature.
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Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2014 5:53 pm
A gentle grin spread across Willie’s face at the giggle. Laughter, especially happiness, was contagious. Oliver’s was no different. He couldn’t help but smile back at him, as the little tension that was currently in the room dissipated.
”Cleaning Kitty, huh?” he mused, staring at one of the machines that was busy mopping away at the mess that they had made. They looked nothing like feline creatures. In fact, they just looked like robots to him—nothing more. However; it was better than what they were previously called. And it was quite endearing as well. ”I like it!”
His eyes went to Oliver then, head tilted but curious but gaze filled with wonder. ”You could do something like that?” the triple tailed male looked from Oliver towards one of the bots on the floor, amazed. Sure, he had seen the small animatronics in the kid’s aisle at stores that bark and do basic commands. Never had he ever seen a device shaped like an animal clean before. ”Really? That’s…Amazing”
In awe, he didn’t say a thing as the CIT was turned on and whizzed around their feet and past them. Simply watched and mindlessly followed the man. His attention was only centered back on the other man as he mentioned a cleaning lady. ”So those machines, they can’t clean here?” It baffled Willie’s mind that they couldn’t. If they could clean the workshop, wouldn’t they also be able to clean other places? He shrugged, dusting it off his mind. It didn’t matter. ”What’s the point of making your bed when you get it messy anyway, eh?” Willie grinned, heartily patting Oliver on the back. ”No point really.”
Willie shrugged, a tilted smile gracing his lips. He couldn’t understand other parents. His never really cared about what he did in life. Because it was his to do whatever he wanted with. He couldn’t understand why other parents felt compelled to dictate their child’s life. But, it was just another fact of life, something he knew that some didn’t like him speaking out about. So he shut up, and nodded, letting the topic slide, shredding his sticky shirt.
At Oliver’s acquiesce to his plea; Willie beamed, quickly stripping himself of the rest of his clothing and attempting to wipe his hands of the grime. “Great, fantastic!” he chirped, hand brushing through his hair and eying himself in the mirror. Yes, even without his clothes, his body needed a good scrub down. Especially his hair. He looked to the redhead by his side. The same went for his new companion. However; his attractive looks definitely did not go unnoticed.
”My name?” he blinked, slowly coming to as his eyes roved up from the man’s chest. ”Oh! Gorgeous, you can call me anything you like, but usually people call me Willie.”
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Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2014 6:03 pm
Oliver smiled brightly, he was really getting to like Mr. Company and he liked Cleaning Kitty, and without Mr. Company he would have never thought of it. With his random scattered wacky scientist thoughts. Oliver smiled "Sure building stuff is easy" then he blushed "Talking with people is the hard part" Oliver shook his head "My dad put me in charge of the building, but he still treats me like a little kid, I guess cause sometimes he calls and I've forgotten to eat all day" Oliver shrugged inventing was more important than food duh. "So yea dad doesn't think the bots can handle the apartments, after all they don't make beds" He laughed "Yea I know it's silly" Oliver smiled shyly again, Mr. Company seemed so thrilled to be taking a shower with him, and Oliver didn't think he was hot stuff. He smiled sweetly and said "Humm Willie, I might still call you Mr. Company" he giggled Once he got the temper right and his clothes tossed in the hamper he stepped into the shower...
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