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Post by Mortimer on Mar 17, 2009 15:01:49 GMT -5
"It's his home....you wouldn't understand, anyway."
The little creature gained an inch and became a man again, still comfortably pressed agianst Carlos' bulk and, of course, nude.
"What do you turn into?" he said curiously, smiling up at him, his little hands worrying the tenor's shirt over his stomach.
"You're so big!"
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Post by Carlos Castro on Mar 17, 2009 15:53:19 GMT -5
This was a little intimate for Carlos' taste--at this point anyway, he didn't need to let himself be pawed over--and he raised his hands to protect himself from becoming unclothed.
"Here, now," he said, also dealing with the creature suddenly being a rather attractive man again. "That's hardly... I'm not fat!"
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Post by Inspector Jason Cluont on Mar 17, 2009 16:08:07 GMT -5
**As Mortimer**
"You are a little."
He chuckled and then purred again, hopping back to find his clothes and pull them on again.
"But very pretty--now can I see what you turn into?"
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Post by Carlos Castro on Mar 17, 2009 16:15:16 GMT -5
"No!" he said. "I mean, I don't turn into anything." He frowned, failing to look convincing. "And if I did, I certainly wouldn't do it for... for fun."
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Post by Inspector Jason Cluont on Mar 17, 2009 16:21:03 GMT -5
**AS Mortimer**
"Why not? Isn't it fun getting to be something else sometimes?"
He smiled sweetly and rocked foreward on his heels.
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Post by Carlos Castro on Mar 17, 2009 16:40:06 GMT -5
"No," Carlos said shortly, because he was wrong and he knew it. "It's embarrassing."
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Post by Inspector Jason Cluont on Mar 17, 2009 16:52:36 GMT -5
**As Mortimer**
"I don't think its embarrassing. Please can I see? I've never met anyone else who could do it before."
He gave a very fetching pout at this and presented Carlos with puppy-eyes.
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Post by Carlos Castro on Mar 17, 2009 16:57:17 GMT -5
Well, Carlos could pout with the best of them, but it did not follow that he was entirely immune to pouting in others.
"Really?" Carlos muttered. "I thought we were everywhere." Well it wasn't normal for two such to meet on the stage of the opera, was it? This place must attract freaks.
Er, freaks and totally normal people who happened to have fallen in with them. And Erik Destler.
"Fine," he said finally, suddenly struck with the certainty that the little man would not give up. "But you must promise not to laugh."
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Post by Inspector Jason Cluont on Mar 17, 2009 17:14:22 GMT -5
**As Mortimer**
He was fairly certain that he wouldn't laugh, couldn't even fathom why he would, but he was excited and he gave a little cello-hum and backed up to give Carlos any space he might need.
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Post by Carlos Castro on Mar 17, 2009 17:22:38 GMT -5
He felt ridiculous.
He didn't know why he was indulging this... person.
But he was tired and Mortimer made him feel slightly less cranky and so he shrugged off his jacket, unbuttoned his shirt, and closed his eyes, letting that feeling wash over him and knowing the trousers would pool to the floor when he got smaller. Part of him was, without knowing it, anticipating the attention he'd most likely get as a fuzzy great cat.
Within seconds, he was on all fours, tufted ears waving as he shook his head and stepped out of the clothes.
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Post by Inspector Jason Cluont on Mar 17, 2009 17:33:16 GMT -5
**As Mortimer**
He gave a thrilled little shriek and padded over, falling to his knees to stroke the creature.
"What is it!" he said excitedly, fully expecting Carlos would be able to talk
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Post by Carlos Castro on Mar 17, 2009 17:42:25 GMT -5
Carlos "harumphed" impressively, frustrated at his inability to speak in this form. Which was probably a good thing, considering how differently his brain tended to work. But he leaned into Mortimer's hand, anyway.
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Post by Mortimer on Mar 18, 2009 10:20:47 GMT -5
The little man giggled prettily, thrilled, and stroked his fingers through the cat's fur and around his face, tracing his markings.
"You have inks like this...sort of. Can't you talk?"
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Post by Carlos Castro on Mar 18, 2009 10:34:05 GMT -5
They weren't tattoos, of course, they were markings, which were entirely different in Carlos' opinion. They hadn't been placed there on purpose.
In answer, he gave a sort of mewling, frustrated sound from the back of his throat.
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Post by Mortimer on Mar 18, 2009 10:37:18 GMT -5
"I can always talk..." he sounded slightly disappointed, and was thinking that Carlos was not the same as he was.
"Well, you're very pretty, monsieur."
He leaned down and nuzzled his face against Carlos' cheek and then stood and stepped back to give him room to change back into himself.
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