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Post by Tybalt on Aug 31, 2008 16:44:11 GMT -5
*He watched in bewildered fascination as the cat pounced and attacked with all the ferocity of a little tiger.
There were warm fuzzy feelings threatening to make him smile. It was most distressing, and he blamed the cat. There was something very very strange about the animal.*
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kitteh
- In the Duggins -
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Post by kitteh on Aug 31, 2008 16:49:05 GMT -5
The kitteh finally came to more or less to a stop, gnawing Mercutio's fingers contentedly but gazing wide-eyed up at Tybalt. It seemed to have recognized the least susceptible of the two and was concentrating its efforts on him; it was too late for Mercutio, judging by the glazed, slightly puzzled look in his eyes and his bewildered little smile as he, too, gazed at Tybalt. Between the two of them, they definately looked like they were planning something.
Really, the kitteh just wanted the two big humans to be happy.
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Post by Mercutio on Aug 31, 2008 17:00:59 GMT -5
Mercutio leaned towards Tybalt, one hand resting lightly on the little cat's stomach. He was smiling, his eyes hooded. He didn't look dissimilar to how he'd looked last night, actually, when he'd come into his room with a girl on his arm: warm, rumpled, and content. Maybe just a little too content, given the circumstances, but for some reason he was having trouble hanging onto both his sour mood and his thoughts. They seemed to dissolve into happy pink mist whenever he tried to concentrate.
He was absolutely certain he'd been livid a few minutes ago, but it didn't really seem to matter anymore, nor to make sense. What reason had he to be livid? He slumped forward onto Tybalt, nuzzling the other man's side.
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Post by Tybalt on Aug 31, 2008 18:22:15 GMT -5
*Tybalt shoved him away with a confused, almost frightened look on his face. The cat was affecting their minds, somehow- and he'd had quite enough.*
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Post by Marquis de Carabas on Aug 31, 2008 18:29:41 GMT -5
*At that moment, the Marquis strode in, in search of his cat. The expression on his face when he got a look at Mercutio and Tybalt could only be described as: It was soon gone, through, replaced by one of haughty amusement.* "If the two of you don't mind," *he said,* "I'd like to have my cat back."
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Post by Mercutio on Aug 31, 2008 18:47:23 GMT -5
Mercutio snapped out of it when Tybalt shoved him back, blinking muzzily. "Wha- " Then the Marquis strode in, and Mercutio's expression changed to one of bewildered horror. He dove to the floor with a slightly strangled cry of "Pants! I need pants!"
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Post by Marquis de Carabas on Aug 31, 2008 18:54:53 GMT -5
*It was his little beast, then? Tybalt grabbed the cat and threw it at the strange man, hardly caring if he caught it or not.
But catch it he did, and placed it on his shoulder.*
"I could get those for you, you know. For a price," *he said nonchalantly to the wildly scrambling redhead.*
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Post by Mercutio on Aug 31, 2008 19:03:20 GMT -5
The cat mewled happily, rubbing its face enthusiastically against the Marquis's. It was radiating an air of smugness, as if it was extremely pleased with the quiet chaos it'd wrought.
Mercutio, on the other hand, was not impressed. "Hey, you know what would be even more helpful? If you would GET OUT OF MY ROOM!"
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Post by Tybalt on Aug 31, 2008 19:18:05 GMT -5
*He scratched the kitten behind the ears, not at all perturbed by Mercutio's shouting. He tutted condescendingly instead, shaking his head in a disapproving manner.*
"No need to shout, my good fellow. But I will be on my way. Thank you for the cat," *he said, nodding at Tybalt, then Mercutio. He left as soon as he'd come, slamming the door behind him.
He paused for a moment outside the door, snickered, shaking his head, and disappeared down the hall as if he'd never been there at all.*
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Post by Mercutio on Aug 31, 2008 19:26:44 GMT -5
Mercutio groaned, and flopped back on the ground, sprawling out, one arm draped over his eyes. "Let's not...mention that. Ever again. Shall we?"
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Post by Tybalt on Aug 31, 2008 19:32:45 GMT -5
"...Agreed."
*Tybalt shook his head as if trying to dispel the memory completely. He stepped over Mercutio to where his trousers had been left the night before. He pulled them on and a shirt besides.*
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Post by Mercutio on Aug 31, 2008 19:38:15 GMT -5
Still on the floor, Mercutio turned his head, reached out, and snagged his own trousers. He bounded to his feet and pulled them on, in one swift motion, his idle gaze flickering to the open window. He couldn't find his shirt, so he bent to look under the bed.
Besides his shirt, there was a small round thing, a sort of decoration, vaguely flower-like, of the sort women's dresses were garnished with. Mercutio pulled it out, puzzled, and twirled it near his face and stared.
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Post by Tybalt on Aug 31, 2008 19:56:10 GMT -5
"That's mine," *he said, trying to sound nonchalant about it, but failing miserably. He held out his hand, hoping in vain that Mercutio would just hand it over and keep his mouth shut.*
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Post by Mercutio on Aug 31, 2008 19:58:40 GMT -5
"What is it- ohhhh. This is from the other night, isn't it? That girl- Meg- she gave you this?"
Mercutio was grinning at him. It did not bode well.
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Post by Tybalt on Aug 31, 2008 20:06:28 GMT -5
"Yes," *he snapped, immediately defensive.* "Give it back."
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