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Post by Kitty on Mar 14, 2008 15:23:38 GMT -5
He wrinkled up his face when there was suddenly a towel in it, cleaning all of the stinky, yellow goop from him. He still smelled faintly of mustard, but it wasn't anything entirely negative. Actually, he kinda smelled like a sandwich and it only proved to make him even more hungry.
At the ferret's words after inspecting his carefully crafted culinary nightmare, he wrinkled up his nose again, this time in mock offense.
No, but I worked rather hard on it, you know.
He couldn't keep this act up for much longer and let a chuckle rumble forth as he leaned against the cold case and watched Mia fix the sandwiches his way.
Besides, you of all people should know how horribly inept at anything to do with food preparation I am. You've eaten my cooking before, anyhow. The face you made from it was terribly adorable.
He gave him a somewhat sly, crooked grin. He knew very well that that probably would rile the ferret up a bit, but what did he say that didn't anymore? |
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Post by Greenie on Mar 14, 2008 15:29:32 GMT -5
Mia snorted, and rose an eyebrow at him. "About as hard as a child works in their mother's garden: Just enough to make a mess." His words were highly sarcastic, yes, but was light enough that they weren't offensive. The ferret tore a piece of ham off and flicked it at Mo, grinning as he did so--food fights were fun, unless they got really, really messy. He didn't flick anything more though, as he really didn't feel like getting food everywhere.
"Clearly, I live to entertain you," The ferret replied dryly, purposefully ignoring Mo's comment about him being adorable. The weasel had been making a lot of those lately.. and he now had his brain trained to simply skim over them, to the point where he barely registered them. "You'd be better off waking up a kitchengirl at this rate, you'd use far less mustard.."
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Post by Nathalia on Mar 14, 2008 15:36:19 GMT -5
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~Nathalia
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Post by Kitty on Mar 14, 2008 15:42:15 GMT -5
His comments stemmed from his awful habit of complete honesty, which had definitely made a servant or two cry before. He was terribly blunt and to the point with most people and he didn't sugar coat anything. He really liked Mia, and had for awhile, and how he was raised made him feel that it was necessary to display such things, even if they generally irked Mia. He was quite certain he'd win the ferret over one day, who could, ultimately, resist him?
Mo curled his tail into that happy shape of his and would have been content to merely stand and watch had Mia not thrown ham at him. The ham, however, wasn't going to go to waste as he had caught it in his mouth and was presently munching contentedly on it. He passed off the first part of his words with a roll of his eyes, but he certainly couldn't ignore the rest of it.
They whine far more then you do, you know that. Besides, they throw things that aren't edible.
He snickered and pushed off the cold case, turning to open it and look in, investigating the contents more thoroughly then he had before, he wasn't on a mission for edible goodies this time around. He was actually going to be nice, since Mia was fixing him food.
What do you want to drink? |
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Post by Greenie on Mar 14, 2008 21:03:56 GMT -5
[[*__* Shiinyyy! <33 Gracias Natbean!]]
Mia had been raised with no lack of honesty either; but he differed from Mo in that he'd been taught that his emotions had a time and place to be displayed, and certain feelings were just better off unexpressed entirely. It had never been said in so many words, but rather pressed upon him in example, along with Vessatha's insistance upon Kahmden morals. Of course, none of it worked as well as she would have liked, but it was there more than the ferret thought.
The ferret gave Morpheus a droll look. "Excuse me, since when do I whine? I do not whine, I politely and urgently express my displeasure at your current actions. I know not of this whining you speak of." His tone was really quite snotty and he had his face upturned as if he really felt that way, but he began snickering immediately after, completely ruining the effect. Dysthymia really didn't whine all that much; he was sarcastic and blunt, but if he didn't like something, he either left, fixed it, or was dead silent.
He idly watched as Morpheus began digging around, his hands making the sandwich without any real dictation from his brain. He was turning it into a ham, mustard, lettuce and tomato sandwich (it sounded bad, but was really good) and he was going to see if he could sneak a pickle onto it without Mo seeing. He paused at the weasel's question. "Juice if there's any in there, please. I don't care what kind."
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Post by Kitty on Mar 14, 2008 21:17:11 GMT -5
[[ Thankies Nat, I only just noticed XD ]]
That certainly proves me point, doesn't it? And I've so heard you whine you little snot.
His tone and expression were light and rather jovial and his evening was turning into quite the pleasant one. Mia was acting strange and making things awkward, cause in his mind it certainly was Mia that made things awkward, and well, he was making the weasel food. For the sheer fact alone he'd actually never liked the ferret more! But he was certainly hiding it for the moment, lest he do something unspeakable to his midnight snack.
He rummaged a bit more before bringing out a container of orange juice, it went better with ham sandwiches then most people gave it credit. He also found a container with pre-sliced pickles and grabbed it as well before retreating from the door and placing it on the counter with a distasteful look on his face.
Here, take these disgusting things that you love so much.
He then went about hunting down some proper glasses for the juice, which he'd forgotten about and had to take to a smaller table that had been set up for those getting quick meals or snacks, and then went about his search. He was in the kitchens alone so few times that he really had no clue where to find them. However, he managed to stumble across them rather quickly so the embarrassment was minimal. He snagged two brought them to the table as well and took a seat. He poured both of them a glass and slid one to Mia's side and waited for the ferret to finish and join him. |
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Post by Greenie on Mar 14, 2008 21:25:55 GMT -5
"I am not a snot, you brat, and whining is for children and people not past puberty. Do you still consider yourself in that category?" Mia asked, an eyebrow raised in challenge. He poofed his chest up in mock-challenge, but had to de-poof almost immediately as Mo had found pickles, glorious glorious pickles!
.. and then left him with the perfect opportunity. Odd, that, Mo leaving him with pickles.. and unfinished sandwiches.. but hey, he wasn't about to bypass a perfectly nice way to annoy the crap out of the weasel, no sir. As soon as Morpheus' back was turned he popped open the can and ate one (as a cover, of course..), but grabbed one and slapped it on both unfinished sandwiches before putting the last slice of bread on. The ferret grabbed two plates out of a cabinet (he, at least, knew where tableware was) and slid the sandwiches on them, before he went over to the table and placed one in front of Mo. "Bon appetit," He said, then sat down next to him with a bit of a smirk.
He couldn't help it, really, he couldn't.
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Post by Kitty on Mar 14, 2008 21:44:58 GMT -5
I certainly am not, I know for a fact we both sounded particularly pathetic around that time. The whole voice cracking thing was terribly.... annoying.
And by annoying he meant socially awkward, which was something the weasel very much wasn't. There weren't many worth his time here, but in the Capitol, well, that was different. Lowland heritage be damned cause he attracted a lot of positive attention. Or maybe he just knew all the right places to go?
He was truly the unsuspecting victim at present, he didn't think that Mia would knowing put a pickle on his sandwich, the ferret knew damned well he couldn't stand the taste of those sour things. Actually, he didn't like sour things at all, he was more of the sweets type of guy anyhow. Fruit, and especially blueberries, were his first love. Sweet and juicy, his favorite kind of flavor.
Mo brightened noticeably when Mia slid the plate with his sandwich to him, food! He didn't even notice the smirk on the ferret's muzzle, or he would have questioned the integrity of said sandwich, but he lifted it and took a bite out of it. He started to chew before he froze, the fur on the back of his neck bristling a bit and his face contorted into a very 'omg, ew' expression. He swallowed, set the sandwich down and peeled the top piece of bread up to reveal a damned pickle. The offending pickle caused Mo to turn his head and glare at Mia. How dare he! |
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Post by Greenie on Mar 14, 2008 22:47:23 GMT -5
A slow smirk spread across his muzzle. "I stopped squeaking two years before you did, thanks muchly, so speak for yourself." Mia didn't always like flaunting his age, usually it only served to make their relationship even more awkward, but this was the calmest it had been in months, so felt he could risk it.
Especially since Mo had just found the pickle. The ferret cracked up to the point where his stomach began to cramp and he was forced to bend over.. and then fell off the chair, much to his chagrin, but he was too busy laughing after a few minutes to really notice. Finally his lungs were no longer cooperating and he was forced to calm down.. at which point he spent a few moments taking deep breaths, then got back up on his chair and took a bite of his sandwich like nothing had happened.
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Post by Kitty on Mar 14, 2008 23:03:40 GMT -5
That's because you're old.
He muttered his sentence, staring at the pickle for a moment before his ears twitched backward at the sound of laughter. He was momentarily offended because he was being laughed at, but karma seemed to swoop in and swiftly bite the ferret on the ass as he well, fell off his seat. That sight alone made the lowland weasel crack up as well and for awhile all there were were two teen-aged boys laughing hysterically in the kitchen. He did, however, sober up a little before Mia got back into his seat, it was enough time for his clever mind to devise something to get back at the ferret with.
He deftly extracted the pickle from his sandwich and, as much as he hated touching it, flung it at the ferret's face. He figured the most fitting punishment would be for him to smell like a sandwich just like Morpheus still did. Stupid ferret, sticking something so horribly disgusting in his food like that. How dare he! |
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