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Post by Kitty on Mar 12, 2008 1:44:36 GMT -5
Oh please, as if you could ever compare to me.
Despite the fact that he'd hit his terribly awkward stage and looked somewhat comical, Morpheus was simply overflowing with confidence and quite the ego as well. But those generally went hand in hand, however today he was teasing and his tone reflected it to some degree. He quite preferred to agitate the other boy when he was in one of his moods though, it always proved to be entertaining.
Well that explains a-
He wasn't able to finish his comment before he was shoved off, or rather kicked off. He fell into a rather ungraceful heap and wrinkled up his nose. He collected himself up off the ground and, not even bothering to brush himself off, lunged forward trying to snag that tail of Mia's in his jaws and give it a tug. Nope, he was not going to get rid of him that easily! In fact, he'd just inspired Mo to make his day even less pleasant, unless he'd find enjoyment in a little match, then they'd certainly both have a great time. |
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Post by Greenie on Mar 12, 2008 16:48:50 GMT -5
Dysthymia merely gave him a deadpan look, though he was tempted to lead Morpheus to a bathroom and make fun of his looks there. Ah, it was nice to be the elder of the duo, it meant he really was so much hotter, especially at their current ages.
Ego? Where?
Unfortunately Mia hadn't been paying much attention to his tail, preferring to let it go where it would, so it meant that when Mo lunged for it, he caught it. What it also meant was that the ferret rapidly became more annoyed with his friend, and decided to wreak some vengence, yo.
As soon as his tail was back in his posession and Mo was sitting still, Mia whipped to his feet, lunged at and tackled the weasel to the ground. He then sat on his stomach and crossed his arms over so his bindings restricted much of Morpheus' movement--if the weasel struggled too much, he would pull on the wires, and on top of hurting Mia more.. would get a hard, hard thwack on the head. He purposefully kept his expression extremely displeased, though inwardly he was a tad bit amused; usually Mo didn't push him this far. "You want me to tell Osias what you do with his tea cups, don't you?"
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Post by Kitty on Mar 12, 2008 17:06:18 GMT -5
Morpheus really didn't care if he was sat on, whapped, whatever, it so beat the three hour lecture on his positively dreadful posture that he'd heard about a million times over and had every word of memorized. Really now, was how he sat so honestly and truthfully important? If it was, politicians were very boring people with... .strange interests.
However much Mia thought he couldn't do, Mo's mind was always mulling over things to do to annoy anyone in any given situation and it wouldn't take him long to bring that ridiculous tail of his into play. He curled it up, making sure to keep it out of Mia's vision, before he quickly snaked it around his side and attempted to tickle the other boy into submission, or at the very least get him to fall off.
Oh come on, he wouldn't mind my germs, they're kinda like his anyhow.
He gave Mia a goofy grin, awaiting retaliation and knowing fully that Osias would, indeed, have a spaz attack if he found out that Mo took every opportunity to lick the entire inside of those so carefully washed cups before his mother used them. It was always a mild kick, even though he'd been doing it for quite awhile. |
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Post by Greenie on Mar 12, 2008 17:13:58 GMT -5
Mia's eyes widened as Mo's tail began attacking him, but instead of doing what Mo wanted, he sat up briefly to reach around and grab the tail. "If I had a knife, I would cut this damned thing off," He muttered, but instead sank his claws into it. It wasn't very deep, but it would likely sting like a bitch.
After letting go of Mo's tail, he sank back down to where he had been before.. but pinned the weasel more thoroughly to the ground. He criss-crossed his arms at the boy's neck and let himself fall down juuust enough to put pressure on Mo's neck. "You are really pissing me off today," the ferret growled, beginning to wonder if anything would get Morpheus to stop. "If your only goal was to pester me, consider it fufilled."
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Post by Kitty on Mar 12, 2008 17:49:44 GMT -5
He resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the comment, he doubted very seriously that Mia would ever cut off his tail. At the sensation of claws in his fairly furless tail his ears edged their way backward and he had a rather disagreeable look on his face. He was on the cusp of being annoyed himself but he was biting back on it, in fact he made it a point to bite his own tongue and cut a little nick in it. He was rewarded with the familiar coppery taste he'd been going for, it helped him focus.
He did not like the pressure that was placed on his neck and the corners of his maw twisted up and briefly displayed pearly white fangs before firmly turning downward. Alright, so focusing didn't help and now Mia was grating on his own rather short temper. He couldn't quell the snippy tone that slipped into his words either.
No, actually, it wasn't. I saw your terribly flamboyant ass in the flowers and figured you weren't busy so I'd drop by and see a friend I hadn't seen in a few days.
He huffed afterward, knitting his brows and fighting the urge to to turn his claws against the ferret. He didn't want to hurt him, but damn. |
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Post by Greenie on Mar 12, 2008 18:01:59 GMT -5
Mia was highly satisfied to see he was finally pinching a nerve or two--unfortunately for the ferret, it took more to annoy Mo than it did Mia, and it took longer for Mia to really retaliate, which ended up making things worse. After Morpheus replied, Mia immediately sat up, his hold on the weasel's neck gone. "Then would you stop being a prickface?" He replied, an eyebrow risen.
Not waiting for a reply, he flopped off of the younger boy and back to his comfortable position in the flower bed. One of his bindings lopped off a dandelion head in the process, so he picked it up and idly began tearing the petals off. Finally, he muttered mostly to himself, "It's not my fault my mother gave me bright pink fur." Vessatha's fur wasn't even as light as his, which sometimes made him wonder where it had come from. Quinn was most definitely not pink. At all.
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Post by Kitty on Mar 12, 2008 18:29:27 GMT -5
He resisted the urge to snort, snorting was not proper, oh yeah.... that made him wanna do it and more and thus he did before he moved himself over and up into a sitting position. He still looked less then pleased and the end of his tail twitched as well, said tail tended to act on it's own accord when he was feeling a bit pissy but he was trying to regain his previous chipper mood ... and failing miserably at it.
Alright fine, but are you just going to sleep in the flowers? Cause really... I might be tempted to trot my self right back in there and get roped into another lesson if you are.
He didn't bounce back from being angry as fast as Mia did and his tone was still rather curt but he'd refrained fro teasing the other boy further. It didn't help though and he merely let himself fall face first into the flowers, in yet another ungraceful heap, and sighed. |
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Post by Greenie on Mar 12, 2008 18:37:04 GMT -5
Mia rolled over partially to see Mo's expression--it was hard to come up with an appropriate response when you couldn't tell how far you'd pushed them, afterall. The weasel was still annoyed with him (he needed a few more minutes) so he kept his reply as neutral as possible. "I'm not sleeping, I'm just relaxing. I escaped from boring nonsense just like you did, you know. She keeps wanting me to study court history.." He grimaced. He saw little point in knowing anything more than the most recent years; anything beyond that wouldn't be as useful.. and he could always look it up if he wanted to know.
What could Queen Menlasphenemelous from two hundred years ago really teach him, other than long names were a bitch to pronounce? That was it, he could make his opponent TWITCH to death, very effective. Then again, it might work on Morpheus, you never knew..
"If you have any better ideas of entertainment that doesn't involve me beating on you again, do feel free to share." His tone was slightly sarcastic--Mo needed no invitation to talk. Ever.
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Post by Kitty on Mar 12, 2008 20:01:13 GMT -5
I'd pick history over some of the very lame things I get to learn about, you wouldn't believe how many situations there are where you 'should' be sitting, or carrying, or just in general presenting yourself differently. It's so very.... petty.
He stretched himself out onto his stomach and extended all of his limbs outward. His ears flickered a moment before they dropped into a lazy half alert state. He went to yawn, but only managed to inhale a flower, or a weed, he hadn't really been able to pay attention to what form of foliage had decided to jump down his throat really, and hopped up, coughing and swatting at the offending stalk.
He peered up briefly, taking not of just how lovely a day was and he tried not to frown. Beautiful days make him generally unhappy, he much preferred the night or, well, a rather gloomy day, overcast and grey. Those days were pure perfection.
______(Le Time Skipage ... Again)_______
It was past the middle of the night but the weasel-rat wasn't sleeping as he should've been, no not tonight. He was restless and bored with, well, most things in general. The night was pleasant, it was dark and the air was crisp and refreshing. He lifted his head, scenting the air, he caught the scent of dewdrops, dampened earth and some kind of flower. It was nice, and there was no one else around either.
He was perched on the roof top where he and Mia had used to join up for their mischief when they had been younger, but he wasn't here reminisce, merely to relax and get away. And that's precisely what he was doing even as the sunk first kissed the sky in the east announcing that morning was swiftly approaching. |
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Post by Greenie on Mar 12, 2008 20:16:26 GMT -5
Dysthymia was restless, as he often was early in the morning. He had odd dreams sometimes, dreams about reflections and monsters leaping out of portals--it was obvious enough that they stemmed from his experience with Morpheus and Osias. Why he was having nightmares, he couldn't say, but the plagued him at least once a week.
Tonight's was particularly bad. He was throwing himself back and forth on the bed, his limbs entangled in the blankets. The ferret was dreaming of being chased.. but awoke suddenly when he flung himself off the bed and crashed rather loudly into the wall.
The dream faded enough that Mia was able to open his eyes and realise he was in his room. Freakin' dreams, interrupting his sleep. The ferret simply grabbed what blankets were still stubbornly clinging to his body and tugged until they too fell to the floor, then wrapped himself up and curled into a ball underneath his window, where he'd landed.
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