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Post by Kitty on Oct 16, 2009 17:02:41 GMT -5
 Miss Angora had brought him on a trip and he'd been oh so excited to go .... she never brought him anywhere! But there was a catch ... he had to behave and not open his mouth. Apparently this place that they'd come to wouldn't be very nice for him to be in if he spoke but .... how could he stay silent for however long his feline guardian would be? Especially since she wasn't around to give him that 'look' that he'd learned to obey .... oh no, she'd shoved him onto the porch, locked him out and was doing who knows what. He sighed and flopped himself down on the wooden floor of the porch and twitched his tail idly. He'd been out here approximately ten minutes and already the boredom was overwhelming. And then something caught his eye ... A little breeze had kicked up and had made the long end of the blue ribbon that was tied around his neck like a bow, wiggle just inside his peripheral vision line. His ears shot forward and within a five second span of time he went from batting at the ribbon to having it undone and rolling around on the porch with it, giggling a bit as he did. Now this ... this was fun! |
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Post by Bee on Oct 16, 2009 17:39:56 GMT -5
 Illyria hadn't seen a boy since she'd left her school in Esterberry. She tended to avoid them, which was a source of mild teasing. Her schoolmates talked about boys they had crushes on, but the thought of kissing one seemed to her on the same level as kissing a slime-ridden and disease-infested sewer rat. She didn't see why they seemed intent on making her like them. She was part Yarrow, and she didn't want them dead or anything--she just didn't want to be with one. She was quite surprised to see one out in the open, though, fiddling with ribbon, since there were many people here (her aunt included) who did want them dead. He was not of the region, so she assumed he was with someone visiting, but...whoever had brought him had made a bad decision. Her sense of duty pushed her over in his direction. She didn't want anyone to get yelled at or kicked out or hurt. "Excuse me," she said, in a low, conspiratorial tone, "you might wish to hide." |
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Post by Kitty on Oct 16, 2009 17:46:39 GMT -5
His fun was interrupted by a voice he'd almost not heard, having been too wrapped up in the ribbon; literally and figuratively speaking. He paused in his rolling to peer at the canine, noticing that she was upside down. He tried to move his front paws in a wave, but he found that both were unusable at present and he did his best to wave a hello with his mostly free hind paw ... which just so happened to be tied close to his nose ... oh yes, he was indeed a pretzel kitten at the moment.
When what she'd actually said registered in his mind a little questioning mrr escaped his maw and a rather puzzle look crossed his features. He was officially curious ... but he'd been told not to speak. He glanced at the door, perked his ears forward and listened a moment ... nothing, and then cast his gaze back to the canine. He paused for a moment before whispering back, tail twitching once more.
But why?
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Post by Bee on Oct 16, 2009 18:06:16 GMT -5
"Because," she said, looking around anxiously--please don't let anyone tell Aunt she was talking to boys--and then back to the little feline, "because you've got your bits in the wrong places, and not everyone here is nice."
She felt good to tell him this, since judging by the degree to which he was wrapped up in his ribbon, he might still be too childlike--though he only seemed a bit younger than she--to notice such things, or know that he might get into big trouble.
"Why are you here?" She was quite curious--whoever had must've been quite fearless, or foolhardly. Maybe Illyria was overreacting. Maybe a small boy wouldn't cause as much offense as she thought. Still. It never hurt to be cautious. Especially with the stories she'd heard, and some of the things she'd seen. Mamma had let it slip once that a little boy had been born here some time ago, and the mother was so ashamed she smothered it to death in its sleep. And if people could pillow-face their own children...
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Post by Kitty on Oct 21, 2009 15:01:02 GMT -5
When she spoke he just became even more confused then he was before. By the hills .... what was she talking about? His .... what? He blinked at her a few times, confusion clear in those big blue eyes of his. He paused for a moment and then turned his gaze back to his ribbon covered body and then back to the slightly older girl.
My whats are .... where?
His cheek muscles twitched a bit as he flicked his whiskers forward and tilted his head to the side, waiting for another response... but she had still been talking and it finally sunk in.
But there's not nice people in the Capitol too ... why are these meanies any different?
Clearly there was a rather large gap in his education when it came to things such as bits and Yarrows and why they were bad for boys. Miss Angora hadn't told him anything like this... just that he should sit still, behave and keep his mouth shut.
Oh, oops .... he was supposed to not be talking. He glanced warily at the door for a moment before shifting his gaze back to the brightly colored canine.
Miss Angora is here for an appointment and she went inside, set me down here and told me to behave. I woulda told her to go alone but I never get to go anywhere... and I'm so tired of sitting in the apartment by myself... why is it bad for me to be here?
And, well.... it wasn't like he was going anywhere anytime soon .... he was rather stuck in his ribbon cocoon.
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Post by Bee on Nov 13, 2009 23:21:25 GMT -5
Meanies, like they were schoolyard bullies. It was little beyond her powers of articulation to explain exactly why this was a different class of meanie alltogether, but she had better give it a go, eh?
"Your bits," she said, empathetically. She was going to hate being so forward, but the ribbon-monster was a little slow. Or just a normal child. She always mixed the two. "You know, the little dangly ones all on the outside. Here we like them on the inside. It's--it's rude to just have them out all the time; ladies only take them out when it's appropriate."
She had gone somewhat red in the face in the middle of the explanation; she felt annoyingly warm and took a moment to compose herself before looking back at the boy.
"If you're not careful," she concluded, "they might take your bits clean off, and throw the rest of you out."
Or to the vultures. Oh dear.
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Post by Kitty on Jul 25, 2010 16:06:30 GMT -5
Well, if she thought this conversation would be getting any less awkward anytime soon she was sorely mistaken. The colorful canine had opened up a wide array of new questions now, and none of them were really all that... appropriate? Was that the correct word?
He peered up at her with wide blue eyes before he tilted his head to the side a bit. Well, hmmm .... how could he fix this?
Well, how do I get my bits to not be on the outside then? They wouldn't mind me if I did that .... would they?
He wiggled a bit more before giving out a slightly disgruntled, slightly distressed mew. This whole ribbon thing had gone out of his range of fixing and.... maybe she could help him? He wiggled a bit more before peered up at her with his cutest pleading expression and added another little mew for good measure.
could you, maybe.... please help me? I'm stuck.
Who in their right mind used such a large amount of ribbon on such a small kitten? his 'guardian' was quite the odd woman indeed. |
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Post by Bee on Nov 5, 2010 19:35:38 GMT -5
Lyr gave the boy a perplexed frown when he made some kind of face at her and requested her assistance. That would require, ah...touching him. Illyria did not like physical contact in general, and the thought of anything of the sort with a boy, even a little bit, even with a little one, was enough to turn her frown into a grimace.
Ew.
Still. She couldn't be rude. She gingerly raised her paws, approached the ribbon, and drew back. She moved them around a bit, as though the right angle of approach might suddenly make this less strange and...gross.
"There's, ah, there's really not a lot you can do," she explained, finally grabbing at a knot of ribbon and beginning to unravel. She worked as methodically as possible and brushed his fur as little as possible. "You've either got the bits on the outside or the bits on the inside. Yours are on the outside. You can't move them. You can only remove them."
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