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 Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2006 4:51 pm
This thread is reserved for an RP between myself and Tyus only. Ask permission before posting. :3 Tyus Anarchy wasn't very pleased by this. But it had to be a hell of a lot better than being put in a white room with a doctor that smelt like disinfectant. The coon may have given in once, but this would be the only time. Or so he kept telling himself.
" 'elp all yer want. I ain't gunna fank ya..." As soon as they reached the couch, he gave a small growl of relief. Turning, he allowed his body to drop back onto the couch, arms resting either side of him. "Nah. Summat stronga if they got any."
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Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2006 6:39 pm
Releasing him, he arched a brow, before nodding. Why he was being so nice, was being him. He smirked at the other's accent, finding it quite cute, actually, and lifted a hand up to run his fingers into Anarchy's hair, pushing his head back..yes, he was a seductive, manipulative little thing. And he liked it that way.
"Ahh, yes, alcohol for you, love?" He chuckled at the nickname, "I'll get it for you." He stood back up, and wandered into the kitchen to get them both drinks--though he had a feeling he shouldn't give him too much. He also got the first aid kit, and wandered back out with all of this, setting the glasses of vodka down onto the table, then flashed the kit to the other coon.
"You can have the drink when you let me bandage those -nicely-."
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Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2006 7:06 pm
Why did people insist on touching him? A growl was given as Kiga's fingers moved into his hair. All those hours spent in the mirror were all for nothing. "Enuff wit' the touchin'!"
Love? Now this coon was beginning to annoy him. First the touching. Then the mind tricks and now the name calling. When was it going to end? Once he was left alone, a small groan was given. The sooner he had a drink, the better. About time. The other had returned with vodka and something else. What else had he brought?
Again, he growled. Now this really wasn't fair. He could let the other bandage his arm once more. But then he'd be touching him and would see the other scars. Or he could just continue being stubborn, continue to bleed and not get a drink. He really wasn't in the mood for this. Sighing, he stuck out his arm, but didn't look to Kiga. Not once. At the minute, he'd do anything for a drink.
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Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2006 7:12 pm
He was a touchy person.
When the other growled at him, he smirked, rolling out a light growl in return, screwing with his mind. Or, at least, trying to.
When he finally put out his arm, he pushed the sleeve up, and began to unbandage. He saw the scars, the new gashes..he said nothing. Pulling out the disinfecting spray, he gave a light huff at it, "This'll sting," he warned, softening his tone.
Talk about mood swings..he could go from playful, to seductive, to annoying in a matter of seconds. And even more attitudes than that, most likely.
He sprayed the mist onto the wounds, and up a bit further, as well..gripping onto the other's hand to keep him still.
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Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2006 7:25 pm
A returned growl? Someone had actually growled back. This was new.
Ignoring this for a moment, Anarchy's attention turned to his arm as the bandage had been removed. Why hadn't he said anything about it? Everyone else that saw the state of his arms would shout or lecture him. But nothing was said, which was strange. For once, he didn't know what to say.
"Jus' sprahy th' damn thin' an' ger it ovah wit'" Why did this male keep changing his moods? It was beginning to confuse him.
No movement was made as the mist covered his arms. Atleast, not much. Only the occasional shake or twitch. His red eye seemed to glow a little more, but that was about it. He refused to show it hurt. Especially in front of this guy. Instead of squeezing the hand like he figured he was suppopsed to, the coon bit his lip. Hard enough to draw blood. Yeah, it stung like hell and he felt like lashing out at the male because of it.
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Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2006 7:42 pm
Well, he had done as told. Watching the male's reaction, he canted his head. No, no use in lecturing him. He brought a damp, disinfecting cloth from the kit, and wiped it over his arm, brushing the caked on blood off.
He began to hum gently, some random tune..and began to wrap the wound back up, a bit tighter, so it didn't bleed later. The cloth should have kept it from stinging anymore. Tying it off, he patted the back of his hand gently, and pulled his sleeve back down. Lifting his hand up, he used his thumb to wipe the blood from his lower lip, smirking.
"There," he finished, and licked his thumb off, smirking further towards him. Turning, he took the glass of vodka, and handed it to the male.
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Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2006 8:04 pm
Anarchy sat there, watching the other coon wipe the blood from his arm with mild interest.
Still he said nothing. But his ears did twitch at the humming. That was about the only reaction the coon could be bothered to give at the moment. Well, if he behaved himself, he'd be given the drink. Right? A second after the pat, his hand was quicky pulled back and into his lap. And he was oh so tempted to bite the thumb that touched his lip. But didn't. He owed him. Biting the end of his thumb off wouldn't change that.
" 'bout tyme." The glass was taken and his attention didn't leave the other. "An' 'ow do I tayste?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2006 8:10 pm
Yeah, he wouldn't be too happy with the biting of his thumb. Though, he'd probably just bite back. He grinned, and sat down onto the ground, nearest the male's hips, and took his own drink, sipping at it slowly.
Blinking, he arched a brow at the other, and gave a purr, "Oh, yes, such a sweet taste," he murmured lowly, and took another sip of the vodka. he wanted to add something, but he kept it to himself.
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Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2006 9:27 pm
Now that would be fun. See who could bite the hardest. Finally, his drink. A large mouthful was taken, before he tapped on the side of the glass with a claw.
Sweet? He tasted sweet? No one would ever think that one whom acted and dressed like him would be sweet in any sense. "Yer a strange 'un." Another large mouthful was taken. " 'y 'r' ya wearin' a dress? Ain't they mean' fer girls?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 2:20 pm
Kiga blinked at his questions, and laughed a bit, shrugging. He knew he was strange, and he actually enjoyed being strange.
At the second question, he smirked, and pulled the fabric up a bit, baring the blade against his thigh, "Easy access," he shrugged once more, "I wear pants at night. When I sleep. But, this is comfortable. Not like it's bothering anyone, anyway," he smirked, "I dont wander around flashing people," he pushed the fabric back over the blade, and tapped at the sheathe beneath his clothing, listening to the clinking noise.
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 4:20 pm
Easy access? Now that was a good enough answer for him.Well, you never know when you might need to use a blade. The coons dark eyes rested on the blade a little longer than they probably should have. Yes, he was very tempted to reach out and grab it. He had a thing for knives.
"Flashin'? Now tha'd b' a site fer sore eyes..." He then smirked and went back to his drink, amused at the thought of him flashing people. Even though he knew he shouldn't be. It was either the lack of blood or the alcohol kicking in. Or possibly both.
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 4:38 pm
He patted the knife, and took another drink of his alcohol, glancing to the other as he downed his quite a bit quicker than he himself did.
He chuckled, "Would it, now?" He questioned, and leaned against the couch, closing his eyes while drinking more down..a bit quicker than before. This one intrigued him so much. And, yes, it was probably be both of those two..things that were causing this.
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 6:15 pm
With one final mouthful, the glass in his hand was emptied. Why did drinks never last as long as you wanted? Strange that. Ah well, time for a refil.
"Yer, give 'lil kiddies nigh'mares." With quite a bit of effort and a little help from the couch, coon boy was soon back on his feet and looking around for the kitchen. "Shud 'ave a mini bar pu' in this place...."
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 8:40 pm
Idiot.
He blinked at him, his own glass only half emptied. When he was getting up, Kiga slapped the glass onto the table, and pulled the male roughly back onto the couch. He was stubborn.
"Here," he began, and offered him what was left of his own drink, "I dont think you need more. You're already ******** up from the blood loss."
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 7:41 am
The loud slap caught his attention and he stopped in mid step. The next thing he knew, something pulled him back towards the couch. Someone obviously didn't want him on his feet.
" 'ey! I dun wan' yer drink!" His tail flicked beside him out of annoyance and he ignored the offered glass. "Y'ah, well, I ******** meself up e'eryday. T'days no diff'rent, I'd do it wit' or wit'out yer aroun'."
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