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Post by Julian on Jan 13, 2009 16:02:56 GMT -5
*Julian didn't understand why it was such an issue. It wasn't as if they had a standing tryst or some such nonsense. Erik (his Erik) had been too wounded by their intimacy. Destler seemed to understand his situation. But this fellow... Julian frowned, as if in deep thought. After a terribly long moment, he conceded plainly.*
"I do not remember. We did not speak of you."
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Post by Carlos Castro on Jan 13, 2009 16:40:47 GMT -5
"Oh," he said. Well. That seemed plain enough, and deflated his agitation somewhat by the anti-climax. What did it matter, anyway? Julian wasn't a threat. Was he? All... golden and unnerving. "Well... That's fine, then."
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Post by Julian on Jan 13, 2009 16:42:51 GMT -5
*Julian didn't seem derailed by the dismissal, still thinking.*
"Though to be honest...I'm not that good with temporal matters. If you really wish to know, you should ask your Maestro."
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Post by Carlos Castro on Jan 13, 2009 17:00:05 GMT -5
"No. Not really," he realized suddenly. Things were hard enough as it was. He was just managing to find peace with... with all of this. He was letting this creature get the better of him.
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Post by Julian on Jan 13, 2009 17:09:02 GMT -5
*Julian quirked a curious brow.*
"But...you want to know, don't you?" *The question was simple enough, a seed planted to blossom later.*
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Post by Carlos Castro on Jan 13, 2009 17:14:39 GMT -5
Carlos frowned.
"No," he said staunchly. "I was only talking. I don't care; it doesn't matter any more anyway. We're quite happy."
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Post by Julian on Jan 13, 2009 17:17:59 GMT -5
"Of course you are." *Julian submitted easily.*
"You just wanted to make sure that I was in complete understanding of your dislike of me."
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Post by Carlos Castro on Jan 13, 2009 17:20:31 GMT -5
Carlos nodded. "Oh yes," he said easily. "I dislike you quite a lot, actually."
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Post by Julian on Jan 13, 2009 17:28:14 GMT -5
*Julian's eyes rolled behind their lids.*
"Fear not. You had given me no false impression to the contrary."
And the feeling is quite mutual.
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Post by Carlos Castro on Jan 13, 2009 17:34:41 GMT -5
"Well... good," he said at last, feeling the disconcerting urge to lick his own hand. "I guess I'll leave you to your lying about naked in the cellar, then."
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Post by Julian on Jan 13, 2009 17:44:54 GMT -5
*Julian lowered his head in acknowledgment.*
"And I you, to...your prowl." *The man was clutching at straws. This had been Julian's victory. Even as taxing as it was.*
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Post by Carlos Castro on Jan 13, 2009 17:54:13 GMT -5
Right. Carlos was aware of the loss, and irritated at himself for it.
Clothes, he mused. Next time, be wearing clothes.
So agitated he was that when he tried turning back into the lynx--the better to resume his, er, "prowl," he went the other way and for a moment stood before Julian in all his naked glory, quite a bit taller than he had been and showing a great deal more skin. Among other things.
"S--t," he said indelicately, before rapidly shrinking back down into lynx form and twitching his tail in irritation.
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Post by Julian on Jan 13, 2009 18:03:22 GMT -5
*Julian's lips twisted in the slightest of smiles as he nodded once more to the cat. As much as they disliked each other, would never see eye to eye on anything, really...there was something impressive in that transformation.*
Just go. Please.
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Post by Carlos Castro on Jan 13, 2009 18:12:29 GMT -5
Carlos did not have to be telepathic to hightail it out of there. His middle form, he decided in his even less-articulate but not stupid catbrain, was not very good at talking. And should not be used for such in any but the most dire situations.
The fact that he was thinking about using his condition for anything did not occur to him, yet. But his comfort level was slowly rising, even if he didn't acknowledge it.
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Post by Erik on Jan 13, 2009 18:16:55 GMT -5
Erik was, however, telepathic--at least when it came to Julian. And Julian has been transmitting his agitation strongly for several minutes. Carlos had just left when Erik caught up.
"Julian?" he called. "Julian..." He frowned slightly. "What are you doing here?"
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