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Post by Vyn on Oct 24, 2010 20:20:55 GMT -5
After his order, Tybalt turned his head and instantly went to pretending the man didn't exist. In all honesty, though, Tybalt was pleasantly surprised by the negligent attention. His bland disinterest was far kinder than most reactions Tybalt received.
Linnea was far more worthy of his interest.
The scruffy wolf followed the squirrel as she scampered toward the tables, amused and secretly impressed by her nimbleness as she hopped on the chairs and investigated the tables. Tybalt could move fairly well, especially without his binding, but not nearly as epically as she did. And then she issued a 'challenge', or perhaps it was a jibe? She had to know his binding would interfere with jumping, or even climbing, to the higher tables on his own so it had to be a challenge.
He flashed a wide grin, glanced back once at the Torque store clerk, and simply popped the clip-ons off. He arched a brow as if daring her to question him about it, because he really did love to laugh in the face of his heritage, and chuckled. "Of course we should sit at the awesome high tables." With the binding free it was terribly easy to claim his seat and he gave a cheerful wag of his tail at the conquered 'challenge'. In reality he was probably just making excuses to take off his binding. Either way, he was happy to be unhampered by the blasted things.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Oct 27, 2010 18:53:53 GMT -5
So he could take off his binding at will? That was pretty cool. She hadn't met that many Torques who had clip on bindings. Even Kamina had a piercing in her chest, of all things. Really the girl had a hookah growing out of her back, the squirrel didn't see the point of adding a chain attached to her lip.
"So... why do you have a binding like that? I don't mean to pry or anything but... I have a lot of Torques in the family and they're all fairly religious about their bindings if they have one." Mom was clueless on the matter, and Grandma Peaches didn't seem to see the point of explaining bindings to someone who wasn't a Torque....
The little squirrel's tail curled around the chair as she looked at the other boy. Was his binding so simple out of pity or something? She admitted that two was a low rank to be born at but.... considering the weird mutations she had seen his binding was painfully simplistic. Why hadn't Kamina been bound like that?
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Post by Vyn on Oct 27, 2010 20:32:09 GMT -5
Tybalt's nose wrinkled at Linnea's question. It wasn't that he cared she was asking, it was that he hated his damn binding. All of his life he'd questioned why his binding was so mild, why he couldn't have been given a normal binding. Just because he was a 2 didn't mean a bloody thing, if nothing else he should have been bound more severely as punishment for the 'blemish' that he was. Or did they bind out of affection? Tybalt didn't know. His mother had abandoned him and his sister on their Father's doorstep when he was too young to really know the him or his intentions.
"To be honest, I'm not really sure... Acheron -- eh, that's my mother -- was the Torque and he abandoned me and my sister on my dad's doorstep when we were three. I've thought of a lot of different reasons - like I was the only pure Torque, or probably pity for my low rank... but I honestly think they're all stupid. Dad's never been able to give me a proper reason as to why it's like that other than that Acheron's was ripped out in a fight. For some messed up reason he gave me his binding, just.. y'know, with clip ons instead of real piercings." The wolf lifted a paw, scowling down at the dangling chain. "So they're useless, they get in the way, and no one's given me a good enough reason to keep 'em on. If they were meant to stay on, they wouldn't pop off."
He snorted. "So yeah. That's that. Sorry for the rant." Feeling awkward suddenly, Tybalt flashed an overly wide and toothy grin Linnea's way in an attempt to cover his sudden angst.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Oct 29, 2010 15:02:57 GMT -5
Linnea tilted her head as she listened to the boy. Well, that was an angsty back story. Not like hers was filled with marshmallows and rainbows. But it didn't answer one of the questions that was forming in the back of her head. She was deathly curious and she watched the boy intently until he finished.
"No problem about ranting. We all have to do it sometime. I wouldn't want you bursting into flame because you've held it back for so long," She said with a wave of her paw. "But... if you feel so insulted by it, why don't you get rid of it? Or get a new one or something? I mean you seem pretty pissed off about it."
There food arrived at that very moment. The server looking rather disinterested by just about everything. He set everything out in front of the pair before departing with a slight grumble.
Linnea picked up one of the fries and nibbled it as she awaited the boy's response.
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Post by Vyn on Nov 3, 2010 11:18:21 GMT -5
Why.... did she ask such an awkward question?
The uncertainty he felt toward the entire situation flashed briefly through his eyes. ...Why didn't he get rid of it?
The little voice in the back of his head insisted it was because he didn't have hands suited to removing the bangles and if he just unclipped the binding then dad would reattach it. But.. Linnea had little squirrel hands and she could most certainly remove it. So... why didn't he?
He didn't want to be bound so he didn't want a new binding... but to take it off entirely?
The distraction of food made him contemplate just trying to change the subject entirely, but she was already looking at him once the waiter left with that expectant stare. Bloody hell. What was he supposed to say?
"Y'know... I never really thought about it." He trailed off in thought, nibbled on his food, and rolled his shoulders. "I suppose because it'd just be another thing that would get me, like, weird looks 'n' stuff." Or maybe he was just too attached to it. He didn't like that answer, but it had more truth to it than what he'd offered. "And, y'know, for all that it pisses me off as a binding, the chains themselves are pretty cool." That... was probably an even worse answer, though more accurate.
He shoved his burger into his mouth to silence anymore stupid responses.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Nov 3, 2010 14:46:21 GMT -5
The squirrel looked mildly confused. So he hated the binding but he seemed to like it at the same time? Was that contradiction even possible? She nibbled on her french fries as she listened to the boy's response. Walking contradiction wasn't he?
She finished chewing before speaking again. She didn't want to choke on anything. "But wouldn't they be good looks at least? I imagine it would be positive attention for achieving something most Torquehelms can't even comprehend." She picked up a fry and wiggled it at the wolf. "Then again I hear your realm has an unnatural attachment to your bindings. My one Mommy believes the curse is all in the head but Othello had his binding removed forcibly by a doctor and he's a little more weird because of it. If he wasn't blind he would probably be dangerous."
Nom. She chomped down on the fry, smiling at the boy.
"So I can see why you'd have an attachment."
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Post by Vyn on Nov 12, 2010 14:51:43 GMT -5
With his mouth deliberately full of food, Tybalt chewed solemnly as he listened to Linnea speak. She knew a bit about Torques herself, apparently, which made it all a lot less awkward to explain. The mention of Othello, however, made the wolf nearly choke on his food. So they really did get wonky when their bindings were taken off? Tybalt had never really believed it before now.
By the time he was finished chewing Tybalt was blushing a bit under his dark fur. Her grin was infectious despite his mild embarrassment. She was blunt, but she wasn't a real bitch about it like some girls could be.
"Well.. yeah, I suppose you're right -- about the attachment, 'n' all." He poked some fries around on his plate. "So what about your Mum, she doesn't wear her binding but she's alright?"
Was it really a choice? That it was as simple as deciding whether or not you wanted to be free? Was it really all in your head? Tybalt nibbled on a fry as he thought on it. Othello has reacted badly to having his forcefully removed, but Tybalt never felt weird or anything when he had his binding off like this... even if he still couldn't bring himself to actually throw it away.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Nov 12, 2010 22:54:20 GMT -5
For a moment Linnea was worried that the boy was going to choke. She didn't really think she could properly help him if he did, and had a brief moment of panic. It faded when he looked to be fine. She nibbled on his fries while he replied.
Her nose wrinkled for a moment. Should she bluntly explain or...? "My mommy threw her bindings in a pond after she lost her wings. So she's completely independent from them. She says it's only proper...." The squirrel gave a small shrug. "My mom is the Queen of Hearts. I'm sure you've heard about her at least once. She's not my biological Mom but she raised me. My other Mom is a Queen of Clubs from Tulgey Wood. She's a bard and a writer... though I can't remember her pen name, but her actual name is Rosemary. She hangs around the Court of Clubs sometimes."
He hadn't asked, but she was feeling rather chatty. "It's nice to talk to someone who doesn't think "Oh you poor baby Club." Thanks for listening to that little rant."
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