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Post by Greenie on Mar 15, 2008 19:12:22 GMT -5
"Than you, yes, yes I am." He sat up straighter and lifted an eyebrow as he gazed smoothly over the younger boy's head. "Yep, still taller." Dysthymia only had about two or three years on Morpheus (they weren't precisely sure), but the age gap was enough to give the ferret the precious inches to set his eyes over the weasel's head.
Mia, of course, in his preening, failed to see the pickle coming straight to him. It smacked him full-on, and he sat there with it drooping over his nose for a few minutes before he daintily picked it off his nose and held it between two fingers. He stared at it musingly for a moment before he slowly got off his chair, walked over to Mo's.. and then quickly rubbed the pickle over whatever part of the weasel's fur he could reach, and sprinted off to the other side of the kitchen, cackling maniacally.
It would seem it didn't take much for them to revert back to childhood mannerisms..
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Post by Kiki on Mar 15, 2008 22:11:34 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 16, 2008 3:47:44 GMT -5
Well, so what if Mia was still taller, he'd get there eventually. When Mis stopped growing, he still had a few years right? And even if he didn't surpass his friend in height, he'd at least be close. And, at the very least, he had no doubt in his mind he'd be taller then his mother. He probably already was, but it was hard to tell when the damned rat never, ever, went into his animal form. He had noticed and the few occasions that he'd see the lowlander with others that he was almost always the shorter one of the two.
And.... bullseye! The pickle projectile was now draped over the silly ferret's nose and another of those goofy, crooked smile of his appeared on his muzzle. This, however, was brief and turned to suspicion when the other boy got up and..... rubbed a pickle on his chest?! He'd tried pulling away but.. .damnit, now he smelt more like a sandwich. He flew out of his seat and was after Mia in mere moments, after the chock of having a pickle rubbed into his fur dissipated.
I'll get you for that! |
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Post by Greenie on Mar 16, 2008 20:56:40 GMT -5
Mia cackled as he ran in circles around the kitchen, his ferret body easily threading around the various obstacles presented to him. "My arse you will!" He called after him, then leapt onto the counters swiftly in order to get away from his persuer even more.
He sat up there, his back against the wall, for a few seconds, then shrugged and leapt ontop of the pantry. There was barely enough room for his mostly-full-grown body, so there certainly wasn't enough room for Mo; the question was would he be able to get down again?
The ferret frowned, analyzing his situation. His left binding was caught on something, great.. He shifted and began trying to figure it out, but all the while kept an eye on Mo. "Loserface, don't even try to come up here. We won't both fit." He called down amusedly.
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Post by Kitty on Mar 16, 2008 21:04:45 GMT -5
Being a weasel his frame was only slightly larger then Mia's and thus he was able to keep up with him fairly well although his movements certainly weren't as dainty and.. .graceful as the ferrets. At some point he smacked his side against a chair and sent it crashing over but paid it, and the mild pain, no mind. Mia was SO going to pay for rubbing that disgusting, brine soaked vegetable in his lovely fur!
He skidded to a stop in front of the counter, watching amusedly as the ferret took all that effort to climb and try and get somewhere he wouldn't be able to fit. Pfft, didn't he remember that he didn't need to fit to still be able to reach him? He quite easily levitated himself up to the pantry top and hovered, grinning at him and showing a bit of fang. He knew Mia always got annoyed when he used his coveted flight ability, but that made it all the better!
Really well, that's obvious cause your fat arse takes up all the space but I don't need to fit.
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Post by Greenie on Mar 16, 2008 21:07:43 GMT -5
Mia got his binding loose with a soft click. He scowled at Mo's use of his stupid-ass levitation power; why must the weasel flaunt it in his face?
And then he got an idea.
A slow, almost sadistic grin spread across his face, as he casually looked behind Mo to see how much furniture was behind him on the floor. It was a large, open space, with the table far out of reach.. perfect.
He backed up as much as he was able, then used his hind legs and the wall to propel himself forward.. right at Mo. Flying leap tackle ftw! The intent was to send both of them flying to the ground, with Mo as the cushion, but Mia was perfectly willing to sacrifice some of his own wellbeing to see the little snot get tackled and sat on.
He had no problem with that. Whatsoever.
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Post by Kitty on Mar 16, 2008 21:28:50 GMT -5
Morpheus was completely clueless as to what was running through his friend's mind and merely quirked a brow at that sadistic smirk. He knew the ferret well enough to know he was planning something, but as to what, no dice. His head tilted slightly to the side, brow still quirked, when he gave that casual peer behind him and slowly the idea formed in his mind. Mia was going to pounce him! Well, he didn't have enough time to react cause there was most certainly a pink and black ferret coming straight at him.
He let out a rather adorable little squeak of surprise, followed by a thud and a groan as he landed flat on his back on the floor. That was rather, well, painful but there was a bright side to this. Once the fuzzys cleared out of his head he realized he rather liked this situation. Instead of being angry, a roguish grin spread over his features. Well, well, he couldn't say he minded having the ferret on top of him at all, it was most appealing.
However, he'd still make a surprisingly swift grab at the ferret in an attempt to latch onto him and flip him over. He had every intention of trying to pin him down as well. |
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Post by Greenie on Mar 16, 2008 21:38:58 GMT -5
Mia's body took a sharp jarring when they hit the floor, but he imagined that Mo's body hurt a lot worse than his did. He promptly sat on the weasel's stomach and smirked down at him, pleased with his accomplishment. It wasn't every day you got to beat the snot out of your best friend!
He frowned when Mo simply grinned up at him. Creepy much?
The ferret let out a squeak of his own when he was suddenly grabbed, flipped, and pinned. Astonished and annoyed that Mo would even think about dishing it out back at him he leaned forward and grabbed the weasel in a headlock, then re-flipped them back to their original position, then sat on him more thoroughly so he wouldn't be able to get up again. "Now stay, you butthead."
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Post by Kitty on Mar 16, 2008 21:50:16 GMT -5
Victory was his, but it was rather lived. He tried to wiggle himself out from underneath Mia but to no avail. Damned ferret. He put his ears back, momentarily frustrated with the whole situation until his mind slipped back into it's usual line of thinking. Said line of thought generally disgusted Mia to the highest degree, but, well, he honestly couldn't help it.
His previous grin made it's way back to his muzzle only taking a bit more of a lecherous twist as his body relaxed. For now he'd simply let the other boy have the upper hand. He did, however, put that tail of his to work only her didn't try and tickle him this time around, that never worked anyhow, it was more, well, a slightly hesitant kind of caress. One ear remained back, but the other perked forward hopefully as he spoke, definitely getting as close to a purr as the voice of a weasel could get.
Sure thing, I'm enjoying the view.
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Post by Greenie on Mar 19, 2008 15:44:39 GMT -5
Mia could only stare down at the weasel in blatant confusion. There was no resisting? What was this? Mo had never, EVER, not resisted--sometimes he'd pretend to but there was always that 'sneak attack' that came a few minutes later. And..
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.. Why in bloody freaking hell on a fork was his tail touching him? Bloody hell this was the whole cuddling incident all over again! Dysthymia had no intention whatsoever of going there again.
The ferret ripped off of the weasel and sped to the furthest corner of the kitchen, essentially very freaked out. He had no idea how to react in this situation, especially when it was so unwarranted and unwanted .. mostly? hmm.. so he stayed in his corner and tried not to think about what was going on. Mia avoided eye contact, though he was facing the weasel, and just kept his head down.
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