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Post by Greenie on Mar 12, 2008 22:31:33 GMT -5
Dysthymia forced himself to put his head into his hands until he calmed down enough to speak in terms Morpheus would understand. Once he was sufficiently relaxed, he looked back up and tried to speak as quickly as possible. "Mo. Cuddling is for people relationships, which we are not in that kind, and it's just weird to wake up and have you all over me, okay?" He sighed, and tried to figure out what was so complicated about all of this.
Was his parents' relationship that messed up that he never figured out what cuddling implied? Vessatha and Quinn very rarely cuddled where he and his siblings could see but he still knew what it meant. From what he'd picked up over the many years he'd known Mo was that his parents were very, very affectionate, so why oh why did he not understand that Mia simply didn't like him that way?
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Post by Kitty on Mar 13, 2008 5:23:48 GMT -5
[[ Mo just fails at reality? :: snickers :: ]]
He tried to focus on what Mia was saying, but it just wasn't working. The half hour of sleep he'd had had only proved to make him more sleepy and focusing on words was made so much tougher when you were fighting to keep your eyes open. Or, rather, fighting quite hard to not just fall over and conk out right there on the floor is a distasteful heap. He'd been working hard to carry himself in a graceful manner and falling into a heap like he'd done so many times in his younger years, was simply not an option. He'd grown more aware of himself, and simply had to keep up his own appearance, even to Mia.
But he was failing miserably. At this point he would have loved to have been a club, not needing to sleep for a couple sounded particularly useful, but there was no way he'd ever relinquish the Diamond or the red on his chest.... it was a mark of pride for him. Even if he felt himself trying to slip unconscious again, he would simply sit straight up with a jerk. So much for grace.
Slightly disgruntled he aloud himself to slip down onto the floor, crossing his front legs and setting his head down. He peered up at Mia, sleepiness evident, but a hint of sadness was also swimming in the depths of those pretty green eyes of his. This was... new. The only time he ever felt sorrow brim was on the days he missed his father most, like when things happened that he wanted to just rush to tell the man but realized he couldn't. Mis had certainly never made him feel sad before, he didn't like it at all and couldn't fully bite back the urge to sigh, letting a small one slip. |
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Post by Greenie on Mar 13, 2008 19:37:49 GMT -5
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Dysthymia stopped speaking, or trying to speak, as soon as he noticed the weasel's lack of attention. It was obvious it wasn't so much he didn't want to listen, but that he hadn't gotten the amount of sleep necessary for conciousness. Immediately he felt bad for wakening him up so rudely--and so early--but what was he supposed to do, cuddle with him until he woke up? No doubt any movement would have been sensed on Mo's part.. regardless, there was little he could do about the situation now.
On top of it, Mo had to look up at him with unbearable puppy eyes--and Mia wanted to give him a hug, despite his lack of interest in cuddling simultaneously. The ferret dropped his gaze almost immediately, the guilt settling in to it's hidey-hole in the back of his head. Mia grabbed one of his pillows and jammed his face to it, a low rumble of discontent emerging from somewhere in his neck region. Finally he said, "What the crap do you want me to do?" though it was very muffled, and very, very quiet.
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Post by Kiki on Mar 14, 2008 8:44:18 GMT -5
Greenie and Kitty receive 2 tokens each, to be redeemed in Ashwin's Shoppe.
This will automatically be added to your recorded totals in the shoppe.
Congratulations, and keep up the good RP!
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Post by Kitty on Mar 14, 2008 13:46:46 GMT -5
Well now he'd gone and upset Mia to and he felt kind of bad but really, there wasn't anything he could actually do about it. He stayed where he was on the floor until he heard that rather discontented sound arise from the ferret's throat. His ears instantly stood at attention and he continued to watch the other boy, and just barely caught his words. After the words he'd pull himself back up onto all four of his limbs and hop up onto the bed near Mia, but not touching him. He really didn't want to get yelled at again at this point.
He couldn't resist the pull of the softness and slowly slid down til his belly hit the bed and he moved he head over near Mia's and spoke softly, obviously uncomfortable with what he was disclosing even if he'd known Mia for years and years. This was kind of... embarrassing really.
Just.... stay near me for a little while till after I fall asleep? I can't.... fall asleep alone.
He twiddled his claws, something he only did when he was terribly nervous, and had his ears back. Gads he felt like a fool but he just needed some company, and he wanted said company to be Mia. He dropped his head down and covered his face with his paws, very much trying to hide the red that crept up into his cheeks.
Sleeping alone was like being trapped in the rat's head all over again, he didn't want to live like that anymore.... |
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Post by Greenie on Mar 14, 2008 13:57:09 GMT -5
Mia was startled at the sudden weight next to him--he hadn't seen the weasel jump up with his head on the pillow. He turned his head just enough to see but was awarded with a twinge from his wires--his thigh was in an awkward position. The ferret cringed and moved his leg into a more comfortable position, but put his head back immediately after.
He listened to Mo moving around a bit on the bed, but didn't lift his head again when the weasel asked him a rather awkward question.
Stay until after he fell asleep? Morpheus didn't still sleep with a nightlamp, did he..? A better question was how did he get to sleep when Mia wasn't there; he highly doubted Osias was willing to share a room with him. The ferret sighed into his pillow--the only consent Mo was likely to get--then let his body fall over, away from Mo, his face still half-hidden by the pillow, but facing away from the weasel. He would stay, but only until Morpheus fell asleep, and he wasn't going to be doing any more of the touchy-feely.
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Post by Kitty on Mar 14, 2008 14:15:36 GMT -5
No, no night lamp, he enjoyed the perfect darkness he could achieve in his room with the curtains he had. He also didn't share a room with that neurotic mother of his either, nor did Osias even know about this. He guarded this secret to a very high degree and Mia was the only one to know. Well, Mia and Sezja, that orange bander had grown used to sleeping with him in his bed at night. This had, however, completely ticked Osias off at first, now he didn't seem to care.
But, he had Mia here, not Sezja, but it would do. In fact, it was so much better having the larger body of the ferret near him and once he'd settled in he fell right to sleep and slept for most, if not all, of the afternoon. It was quite possibly the best rest he'd ever gotten.
______(And We Skip Again XD)______
The teen-aged weasel-rat had been feeling rather strange lately, strange and restless, but right now he was more hungry then anything else. He hopped down the stairs, taking two or three at a time, and then made his way into the kitchens to hunt for a midnight snack, unless one of the servants were still up and around. He might then try and charm them into making him something far more delicious then he could make himself.
But alas, no one else was here, thus he was forced to raid the fridge to get all the makings for a sandwich that would probably turn out rather horrible. He just simply failed at any food preparation period. |
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Post by Greenie on Mar 14, 2008 14:33:41 GMT -5
Dysthymia was very relieved when Morpheus was completely asleep within ten minutes. To prevent him from waking up at motion the ferret very, very slowly inched a pillow next to the weasel, then slid off the bed. He froze once he hit the floor, but Mo continued sleeping, so he crept out of the room, and headed.. anywhere, really, as long as he could do something to distract himself from whatever the hell had just happened.
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Mia was bored. Highly, highly bored, and slightly hungry now that he thought about it--it didn't matter that it was the middle of the night, he had odd eating habits. The ferret had literally nothing to do; his meeting with Varestes concerning his position in the Court was still weeks away, and his mother had long since ceased bothering him about the petty things she had when he was younger. He now had a much more friendly and cordial relationship with her now that she saw him as an equal--though she did have her "Wear clean underwear, goddamnit!" moments--and he was able to spend more time with her without becoming annoyed at all. She, however, had her own duties, and couldn't be bothered with entertaining her son. He still had problems with his siblings.. but none of them were in the Courts this week, so he couldn't bother them regardless.
Usually he would seek out Mo once he got to the point of absolute boredom, but he hadn't been able to find him. The ferret decided at that point that it was time to ease his hunger, so he traipsed down to the kitchens and lo and behold: one Morpheus.. attempting to make a sandwich. Well, that was positively amusing, because Morpheus couldn't cook for shite and knew it--even sandwiches were usually beyond him.
One eyebrow raised, he came up next to him and leaned against the counter. "You know, you are the only person I know who can't manage a decent ham sandwich. That being known, would you like some help?" He had avoided coming up behind the weasel on purpose; their relationship had gotten.. odd and somewhat awkward as of late, so he generally tried to avoid startling him, as that lead to even more odd and awkwardness.
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Post by Kitty on Mar 14, 2008 15:02:35 GMT -5
Morpheus was so into trying to make a half decent sandwich that the presence of the ferret hadn't even sent the faintest of dings to his radar, in other words he was completely and totally oblivious to anything except the bread and other fixings sitting before him. Thus, Mia's trying to avoid spooking him would be lost and the weasel would jump. Well, he'd been about to slather the bread with that glorious yellow spread known as mustard and when he jumped, the knife flicked and well, he now had mustard on his face.
Well, that had just proved he did, indeed, need help even if he didn't want to admit and he shot Mia a rather pathetic, but goofy grin. He backed away from the counter slightly to let Mia take over, he'd had a sandwich or two from the other boy in the past and they were so much better then any of his pathetic little attempts. He himself was definitely the type to burn anything he attempted to cook and he'd been banned from using the stoves long ago anyway. Sandwiches had become his primary midnight snack.
You have incredible timing.
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Post by Greenie on Mar 14, 2008 15:16:37 GMT -5
Mia cringed when the mustard went flying--and was very happy when none of it landed on him, though Mo was a bit.. splattered. He had nothing against mustard, he just didn't like eating it on it's own, it tasted rather.. off. Now, pickles.. pickles were another matter entirely.
The ferret snickered audibly at the weasel's cheesy grin. "I'm just awesome like that, remember?" He grabbed a towel and absently wiped the mustard off of Mo's face, then set it back down and moved over to try to fix his mess of a sandwich. There was a shitload of mustard on it and almost no ham, and the bread looked as if it had been soaking in mustard for days. Slightly grossed out at how much mustard he'd used, Mia turned slightly to face Mo, then asked, "Did you pour the entire bottle on this thing? Holy crapface this is disgusting," He said rather bluntly, then picked the sandwich with one paw and carefully discarded of it, then began making a new one.
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