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Post by Kitty on Mar 19, 2008 16:40:39 GMT -5
Well, he'd gotten the precise reaction he'd thought he would get, damn. A little part of him had been hoping the ferret would surprise him this time around, but alas, he was the ever predictable pink and black boy he always was. Morpheus bit back a sigh as he rolled over onto his belly and rose to his his feet. He moved toward Mia, claws clicking on the tiles, but he stopped a 'safe' distance away and slipped back onto his belly again. He moved forward a bit more, slowly, but stopped again before reaching him. He just laid there, sprawled out and looked at the ferret with those trademark puppy eyes that he hadn't used o the other boy since the cuddle incident. And, as he felt this warranted it, he even used a little of his Diamond Charm to help him out.
Why in the hell did he always ruin all the fun they had by making Mia uncomfortable and twitchy? And for that matter, why did his friend resist him so.... strongly? He just.... couldn't quite grasp that.
He reached out with a paw, stretching one of his short limbs as far as it would go, and poked at Mia's foot as he continued to look at him with those eyes of his. He hoped he could get him to look at him then, maybe, he could smooth things over. |
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Post by Kiki on Mar 20, 2008 8:27:00 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 Greenie on Mar 21, 2008 16:47:54 GMT -5
A million thoughts were running through Dysthymia's head, and he was doing his best not to concentrate on any of them; instead, he focused on breathing. In, out. In, out. In, there was something poking his foot, out.
He knew it was Morpheus, because he hadn't heard anyone else enter the room, and inanimate objects didn't poke. He didn't look up, despite what felt like a strong-stare in his direction, but instead shifted so his body was facing the counter and not the weasel at his feet. "Go away," He said decisively, though his voice wavered a bit, "I need to think."
Despite his not wanting to think about it, he had decided it was just about the only thing that would get Mo to leave.. though it may not work, regardless. Mo wasn't known for listening to what he said unless it involved a prank.
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Post by Kitty on Mar 21, 2008 17:12:50 GMT -5
Go away. I need to think.
At those words his ears pinned themselves firmly to his skull, especially at the tone. However, the waver in it gave him a small amount of room to work with, or at least he hoped. But no, he was not simply going to go away. This game was frustrating him and it was damn well time that the ferret didn't think for once and simply just ran with him. For once he wanted the ferret to go along with one of his ideas, and this one would be a lot more fun then any prank they'd pull. Or, at least he figured it would be.
His fur bristled a bit involuntarily and he moved closer still, tail stiffening as he did. Really, he should be used to this by now and it shouldn't be making him royally pissed of.... but it was. Why oh why couldn't Mia just relax? He flexed his toes for a minute, extending his claws a bit as he did before relaxing them and then repeating the process several times. Take your own damned advice and RELAX. He had to repeat it with each movement of his toes, emphasizing that one word heavily each time, but after a moment of silence he didn't feel like shoving the ferret harshly into the counter and making him listen.
He slipped onto his paws, moving to the side a bit, but definitely near his friend. His brows were furrowed slightly but otherwise his expression was dangerously neutral, a look the weasel hybrid didn't often wear. His tone almost reflected it, but he couldn't quite cover all of the pleading that wanted to escape.
Why not, for once, you don't think? Just ... just run with it.
Oh gods did he just stutter? He never did that before in his life. But, to be perfectly honest to himself, he was truly just that nervous. This could go one of two ways, one of which was good and the other would result in Mia not talking to him and thoroughly avoiding him for an unknown amount of time. He was certain that amount of time would be rather... lengthy as well. |
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Post by Greenie on Mar 21, 2008 17:22:03 GMT -5
Dysthymia had his eyes firmly shut, so was unaware of most of the events proceding his statements. He thought he heard more clicking of claws on the tile floor, but couldn't be sure--what he was sure of was that Morpheus was still there, goddamnit, and still staring at him.
His brow furrowed a bit at the weasel's words. Did he.. stutter? He almost opened his eyes and gave Mo a confused look, but remembered that to look at his friend was to be convinced to do something he was.. pretty damned sure.. he didn't want to do.
Actually, now that he thought about it, he wasn't entirely sure what it was Morpheus wanted. "Run with what? What do you want from me?" His words came out rather harshly, as he really didn't want to say them, but knew the conversation would never conclude if he didn't.
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Post by Kitty on Mar 21, 2008 17:48:11 GMT -5
Out of everyone Mia knew him the best, and that's why his next questions struck the weasel with shock. How could he truly not know what it was he was talking about? He had never, ever been shy about his affections and he believed his intentions were just as noticeable but apparently they weren't. His ears lifted halfway up, not quite eased enough to lift fully. He didn't know how to explain this.
He twiddled his claws, a nervous tick he no longer noticed, and twitched the end of his tail in thought. If he couldn't find words for it, how could he show him? Well, there wasn't any way imaginable that he could without invading the ferret's personal bubble, especially if he wouldn't open those pretty dark eyes of his. Well, it seemed it was bubble invasion time then.
He moved his head forward, stretching his long neck ever so slightly as to not move his body, and positioned his muzzle near his friends ear and spoke softly, knowing that ears and loud voices didn't mix well. In fact, he practically purred the words in an attempt to make everything perfectly clear without making it clear at all. And... he used the ferret's full name instead of his nickname.
I shouldn't have to .... Dysthymia... |
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Post by Greenie on Mar 21, 2008 18:55:07 GMT -5
Mia did know Morpheus well, but he was also very good at blocking out things he didn't want to see; such as the hints Mo had been giving him over the past years. He didn't want to see it, therefore he didn't, and it came as a huge shock to him when the weasel finally shoved it into his face.
The more obvious tick of claws made him twitch a bit, after the sudden lapse in sound in the room. It was strange, how much his hearing was augmented after he'd had his eyes shut for a while. Despite this he wasn't aware of Mo's approach in the slightest until his voice was in his ear.
Caught off guard his eyes finally flew open and his arms came up to push Mo away from him, and he simply stared at his longtime friend, completely and totally unable to form words.. or many coherent thoughts.
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Post by Kitty on Mar 21, 2008 19:16:50 GMT -5
Morpheus had been doing his best to behave out of respect for the ferret, but he was quickly coming to the end of his control. He never used this amount of restraint or calmness with anyone else, but when did Mia ever see him really interact with anyone else? He'd been about as much of a shut in as his mother was, coming out only for food, lessons and ... Mia. He never let the thought that Mia wouldn't ever return his affections sink into his mind, and it'd take a hell of a lot to convince him of that.
And then the boy was trying to push him away, and that was it. You couldn't possibly have parents like the two Morpheus had and end up as mellow as he'd been trying to be for so long. He'd been fighting with that wicked little tingle for awhile now, and those pushing paws.... that was all it took at present. He took this opportunity to lunge forward, using his hind legs to spring as front paws went to grasp, he had every intention of pinning the boy to the wall or the counter, whichever his present position would move him into. He was using more force then he did when they had their tussles before, maybe even a little more force then was necessary. Mo was just done playing. |
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Post by Greenie on Mar 21, 2008 19:31:17 GMT -5
Mia was not prepared to be pinned to the counter.
He really hadn't been aware that Mo could pin him to the counter--though he supposed if he really, really tried, he could get out of it, but he was in too much shock to be aware of that option.
They had fooled around and play-pinned each other before, but it was very evident to the ferret that Morpheus meant business, and wasn't intending on letting him go until he got.. whatever it was that he wanted.
Goddamnit.
Mia didn't struggle against the hold but shrunk back against the counter as much as he could, and had his head completely facing away from the weasel. His eyes were open but not focused on anything, and he had a distinctly 'not there' look upon him.. probably because he was pretending the whole situation wasn't happening.
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Post by Kitty on Mar 21, 2008 19:57:47 GMT -5
Oh, he liked this. He liked it enough that he began to wonder why he'd been keeping this delightful side of himself all locked up and stashed away. He didn't necessarily want to hurt the ferret, quite the opposite really, but at the moment he was enjoying the dominance factor of the situation. It delighted him and a smirk appeared on his muzzle, one side twisted up further then the other make it crooked, as usual, but with more intent behind it. He wanted that gaze to travel to him, he wanted the ferret to look at him, and a part of him purposely disregarded the look on the other boys face. He wasn't fighting back, that was encouragement enough.
The tip of his tail curled up off the floor as he moved his body in to be closer to the source of his adoration simultaneously dipping his head in to nibble at the ferret's neck. He was gentle with his teeth, but not entirely so. He also didn't dare loosen his hold. He was certain he was on the right track to making the ferret his and he wasn't going to jeopardize that now. His ears remained halfway back, but a rumbling trill rose from his throat, he was pleased at the moment, but he wanted more. His heart rate had increased as well, every part of him longing for this to turn into something good. A small part of him, however, was looking for some sort of acceptance from the boy. He was completely enamored with him, after all, and .... well... he couldn't quite finish the thought process at the moment. |
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