Post by Greenie on Aug 4, 2009 23:47:20 GMT -5
Characters: Vessatha, Mia, references to Pale
Word Count: 701
Had a random urge to write Vess/Mia dialogue but didn't feel like doing a private thread. This is what happened.
“Nag nag nag nag naaaaag nag. That’s all you do.” The ferret spun around, his loose wires flying gaily in the air before they slapped lightly back against his body. “You nag, then you nag some more, then you go find something else to nag about, and then, maybe, you go nag somebody else.” He leaned against the corner, balancing his weight precisely on his fingertips. “It would be nice if you learned to talk, like a normal person.”
Vessatha lounged back on her stool, not particularly paying attention. There was an interesting feud starting over a bowl of peas off in the distant depths of the kitchen. It was almost comical, the way the two chefs were blowing fire over something as simple as peas. Didn’t they have several large canisters of peas in the stock room? What was so special about these peas? Damnit, those better not be her Midori peas, those things were laced up like no tomorrow for a /reason/--
“How was your trip to Hearts, huh?” Mia asked, somewhere off in the vague space near her. Vessa ignored him, far more interested in figuring out if those were her laced peas or not. How else was she going to drug unruly visitors if she didn’t have her Midori peas? Damn ass chefs, they probably wanted to put them in brownies and feed them to Donnie just to see if she would konk out. They were NOT wasting her peas. Were the peas kind of purple around the edges? She couldn’t quite see..
“I heard you got a little busy with that one freako Kingo over there.” Vessatha edged off her stool to scoot a few feet towards the chefs, her eyes squinting in an attempt to see the peas more clearly. After a moment she caught the tone her son had spoken in – half smirk, half disgust – and she turned to blink at him, her brow furrowed.
“What? You heard I got freaky?”
“Freaky with someone, I heard.”
“Ah.” She paused, the peas momentarily forgotten, as suspicion set in. “And whom did you hear this from?” The ferret edged back towards Mia, one brow slowly rising as she got closer.
Mia didn’t reply immediately, but instead began idly tracing the patterns and swirls imbedded in his glass mutations, pretending to study them while he decided whether or not to spill. No, best to get the information before you released the rat. “Did you? What about Momma?”
“What about her? I’m an adult, thank you. I can sleep with whom I please.” She stated icily, then rolled her eyes. “Don’t try to pretend you don’t know Quinn sleeps around on her trips anyways. Just because I haven’t chosen to do the same previously doesn’t mean I can’t in the future.” Disgusted with herself, she paused and brought a hand to her forehead. Why was she explaining herself to Mr. Morality, anyways?
“That aside, since when are you attracted to men?” Mia pressed further, fascinated with the wonton side of his mother he’d never seen before. Prudeface had a sex drive that didn’t involve otters! This was quite the revelation.
Vessatha gave him a disgusted look. “Again. Just because you haven’t seen it doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist. Did I blindside you, because I chose to put myself and my interests before everyone else’s for once? What will you do when I go streaking, have a stroke?” She snickered, grinning, amused with the idea.
“Streaking? You have fur. You can take off the skirt and no one can see anything.”
“Not as a human.” She stated, and slowly grinned, her pointy ferret teeth glinting in the low kitchen light.
Mia eyed her suspiciously. She didn’t—did she? “You don’t have your human.”
Vessatha kicked the stool back to its place by the table and began walking away. She called, “Not yeeet~” over her shoulder and skipped off to see if one of her chefs had a black eye over her Midori peas yet.
Word Count: 701
Had a random urge to write Vess/Mia dialogue but didn't feel like doing a private thread. This is what happened.
“Nag nag nag nag naaaaag nag. That’s all you do.” The ferret spun around, his loose wires flying gaily in the air before they slapped lightly back against his body. “You nag, then you nag some more, then you go find something else to nag about, and then, maybe, you go nag somebody else.” He leaned against the corner, balancing his weight precisely on his fingertips. “It would be nice if you learned to talk, like a normal person.”
Vessatha lounged back on her stool, not particularly paying attention. There was an interesting feud starting over a bowl of peas off in the distant depths of the kitchen. It was almost comical, the way the two chefs were blowing fire over something as simple as peas. Didn’t they have several large canisters of peas in the stock room? What was so special about these peas? Damnit, those better not be her Midori peas, those things were laced up like no tomorrow for a /reason/--
“How was your trip to Hearts, huh?” Mia asked, somewhere off in the vague space near her. Vessa ignored him, far more interested in figuring out if those were her laced peas or not. How else was she going to drug unruly visitors if she didn’t have her Midori peas? Damn ass chefs, they probably wanted to put them in brownies and feed them to Donnie just to see if she would konk out. They were NOT wasting her peas. Were the peas kind of purple around the edges? She couldn’t quite see..
“I heard you got a little busy with that one freako Kingo over there.” Vessatha edged off her stool to scoot a few feet towards the chefs, her eyes squinting in an attempt to see the peas more clearly. After a moment she caught the tone her son had spoken in – half smirk, half disgust – and she turned to blink at him, her brow furrowed.
“What? You heard I got freaky?”
“Freaky with someone, I heard.”
“Ah.” She paused, the peas momentarily forgotten, as suspicion set in. “And whom did you hear this from?” The ferret edged back towards Mia, one brow slowly rising as she got closer.
Mia didn’t reply immediately, but instead began idly tracing the patterns and swirls imbedded in his glass mutations, pretending to study them while he decided whether or not to spill. No, best to get the information before you released the rat. “Did you? What about Momma?”
“What about her? I’m an adult, thank you. I can sleep with whom I please.” She stated icily, then rolled her eyes. “Don’t try to pretend you don’t know Quinn sleeps around on her trips anyways. Just because I haven’t chosen to do the same previously doesn’t mean I can’t in the future.” Disgusted with herself, she paused and brought a hand to her forehead. Why was she explaining herself to Mr. Morality, anyways?
“That aside, since when are you attracted to men?” Mia pressed further, fascinated with the wonton side of his mother he’d never seen before. Prudeface had a sex drive that didn’t involve otters! This was quite the revelation.
Vessatha gave him a disgusted look. “Again. Just because you haven’t seen it doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist. Did I blindside you, because I chose to put myself and my interests before everyone else’s for once? What will you do when I go streaking, have a stroke?” She snickered, grinning, amused with the idea.
“Streaking? You have fur. You can take off the skirt and no one can see anything.”
“Not as a human.” She stated, and slowly grinned, her pointy ferret teeth glinting in the low kitchen light.
Mia eyed her suspiciously. She didn’t—did she? “You don’t have your human.”
Vessatha kicked the stool back to its place by the table and began walking away. She called, “Not yeeet~” over her shoulder and skipped off to see if one of her chefs had a black eye over her Midori peas yet.
