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Post by Carlos Castro on Mar 18, 2009 10:46:35 GMT -5
That was somewhat mollifying, but not-talking was annoying. So when Mortimer stepped back, Carlos slid behind a flat, knowing he'd be nude when he changed. Which he did, with some little effort given everything that had gone on.
Changed, naked, he realized his clothes were out on the stage. He wasn't exactly self-conscious, but given the man's obvious issues with personal space and the like, he wasn't ready to march out in the altogether.
"Could you hand me my clothes?" he asked.
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Post by Mortimer on Mar 18, 2009 10:51:00 GMT -5
Mortimer nodded and gathered up Carlos' things, trotting over to him and passing them up.
"What is your animal called? Can you become other things as well? Do you like fish--I'm hungry."
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Post by Carlos Castro on Mar 18, 2009 11:11:57 GMT -5
Behind the flat, Carlos hastily pulled his trousers and shirt back on.
"It's a lynx," he said. "And that's it. I was... bitten." He frowned. "I can control it now, but I couldn't always. I wasn't born like this. Or rather, I was born like this--as a man. The cat is... new." He blinked. "And I'm always hungry."
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Post by Mortimer on Mar 18, 2009 11:25:28 GMT -5
"We could have fish sandwiches--and tea. And chocolate."
He grinned and peeked around the edge of the flat to see if Carlos was dressed yet, then stood back and rocked on his heels.
"There's a cafe across from the park that's always open. And they have very good sandwiches."
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Post by Carlos Castro on Mar 18, 2009 11:34:03 GMT -5
Carlos considered this. Mortimer was strange company, to be sure, but no stranger than he'd recently had. Not much, anyway. And when he'd been out with his "normal" crowd, the usual sycophants and hangers-on, things had been... different. He'd felt older, or something. Detached. The man's association with the Other Erik and Julian was suspect, but he seemed innocent enough behind the sharp teeth.
And he'd said chocolate.
"Okay," he said, shrugging on his jacket, already ordering in his head.
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Post by Mortimer on Mar 18, 2009 12:29:55 GMT -5
Mortimer grinned, pleased, and made quick work of buttoning up his own shirt and tucking it into his trousers. He didn't have time to go get his boots, but his bare feet certainly didn't bother him.
Mortimer grabbed Carlos' hand and pulled him along, hopping off the stage and heading toward the exit.
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Post by Carlos Castro on Mar 18, 2009 12:46:12 GMT -5
Carlos shouldn't have been surprised by the contact, but he was, and he nearly stumbled after the little man as he was caught off balance.
"Look, are they going to let you in, with no shoes?" he asked.
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Post by Mortimer on Mar 23, 2009 14:26:20 GMT -5
"They know me, they always let me in. I have loads of money, just so."
He grinned, and with his excitable pace, they were outside and heading up the street in minutes.
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Post by Carlos Castro on Mar 23, 2009 14:39:11 GMT -5
Carlos shrugged mentally and followed. It wasn't his business, really, and it was late enough that he doubted he'd see anyone he knew.
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Post by Mortimer on Apr 20, 2009 14:29:59 GMT -5
The little man was greeted in the cafe friendly enough, and he took the liberty of ordering the same thing for both of them--fish sandwiches on sweetish rolls with cheese and spicy mustard and cups of heavily sweetened tea. He insisted that Carlos would like it and would not let him order anything else.
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Post by Carlos Castro on Apr 20, 2009 14:38:14 GMT -5
This, of course, was not likely to endear the little man to a gourmand like Carlos, though naturally he himself had his less-than-sophisticated tastes and treats. His brow furrowed slightly and his lower lip pouted more than usual as he gazed at the landscape before him.
"Fish and cheese?" he protested, though not with the full weight of Carlos Castro behind it. "Really?"
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Post by Mortimer on Apr 20, 2009 14:49:20 GMT -5
Mortimer grinned and a took a bite of startling shape from his own little meal, setting the cartoonishly-mauled sandwich back down on the plate and gulping tea.
"But you have to like it, cats love fish. And cheese. And men love mustard. Just so."
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Post by Carlos Castro on Apr 20, 2009 14:58:29 GMT -5
The devils of Carlos's worse nature wanted to be rather annoyed by Mortimer. But damn him, he was finding the little fellow somewhat entertaining. Perhaps the coupling of the attractive shape of him and the absurd childishness of his pronouncements was responsible, but at any rate, the observation amused him. As did the frankness with which it was made, as if no one could possibly see the flaw in the logic.
"Er. Just so," Carlos said, and took a (much smaller) bite.
When he set the sandwich back down he stared at his balefully for a moment. Not because it was bad, but because... well, the fact that it wasn't awful was disturbing in and of itself. It was confirmation, should he need more of it, that the cat was having an effect on him. He tasted things less, and so the combination was not as offensive, and that meant that his much-vaunted gastronomical prowess was in jeopardy.
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Post by Mortimer on Apr 20, 2009 15:04:36 GMT -5
Mortimer grinned, seeming rather pleased with his prediction, ignoring any negative expressions that might present on the heavy man's face.
"See? It's good. The tea too! It's very sweet--I like quite sweet things. We could go to the river next! Well, we could go to the lake, but no one is allowed down there who is not Erik and Julian and I am set to drown intruders."
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Post by Carlos Castro on Apr 20, 2009 15:57:54 GMT -5
Carlos raised his eyebrows and then his face, in that order.
"Are you?" he said, not concealing a note of surprise. "To drown them? Doesn't that seem a bit harsh? Other people live down there, you know."
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