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Post by Greenie on Aug 31, 2008 0:34:16 GMT -5
"For the bloody love of the Queen Dysthymia open the fucking door before I knock it down myself!" Vessatha yelled through the thick wood, not bothering to resist the urge to kick at it a few times.
The stupid child had been in there for nearly three straight days, and she knew he hadn't eaten anything because no one remembered ever taking any food up there nor having seen him in the kitchens. Only heaven knew if he'd been sleeping - and there was a good chance if that the two came as a package deal: none or both. All Vessie knew was that he'd come home after mysteriously leaving for a few days, more complacent and thoughtful than usual, dumped Zether on her and holed himself up.
Why? She had no idea. She didn't 'officially' know where he'd gone, but of course she'd found out - Esterberry. Using her amazing powers of deduction the ferret amazingly deduced he'd gone to visit the father.. but she had no fucking clue how it had gone because he was acting so freaking strange.
Mia being thoughtful? Mia thought? Not possible.
If nothing else she had to keep him from dying if only so she could find out what had happened - damn her curiosity! "Mia! Open! NOW."
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Post by Greenie on Aug 31, 2008 0:37:38 GMT -5
Mia was not trying to sleep like he should have been, but neither was he trying to read a book. True, it was sitting open on his desk, but he was too busy glaring at the door to have any kind of real concentration for it. Why couldn't he concentrate? Because his retarded mother had gotten it into her mind that he needed to eat, of all the stupid ideas in the world.
He wasn't hungry! And it wasn't like it had been that long, anyways. What was it.. a day? Two? He couldn't remember.. his mind was a bit foggy, but he blamed that on not having slept well. He wasn't even sure why he hadn't slept - thinking was becoming kind of foggy in general, but the ferret was so into not caring that it didn't matter anymore.
"Why? So you can.. ..." He dropped off and wrinkled his nose, trying to remember where his train of thought had gone. Oh well. A kick so hard it nearly splintered the wood quickly changed his mind. "Finefinefine don't break the door! Geez." Mia muttered, sluggishly moving off the chair to go unlock it.
"Suits, woman, you'd think I was dying the way you're acting."
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Post by Greenie on Aug 31, 2008 0:40:58 GMT -5
"Idiot," Vessa snorted, immediately pushing into the room. It was remarkably clean for having been inhabited for such a long period of time - the bed was barely ruffled at all, and the desk had minimal clutter on it. It was almost as if no one had been in here at all.. but yet there was Mia, looking like he was nearly asleep where he stood. Perhaps this would be easier than she thought.. especially since she'd laced the soup with a highly caffeinated drug.
Hey, he'd wanted to stay awake, hadn't he?
"You haven't eaten in three days. Sit down and eat." She commanded, plopping the bowl and spoon down on the desk and glaring until he moved. "Then you can tell me what happened with what's-his-face." She moved to sit on the bed, since he'd elected to only have one chair in the entire room, and quirked an eyebrow at him.
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Post by Greenie on Aug 31, 2008 0:44:52 GMT -5
Dysthymia gave her a disgusted look. She wanted him to eat? Seriously? She practically breaks the door down screaming and yelling.. all for some soup.
Trying to read his book obviously would have been a better choice.
"Gah," He managed to vocalize, but quickly moved over to the soup before she began physically harming him. There were some pretty heavy objects on his desk.. the last thing he needed was a paperweight lobbed at his head. That might hurt. "Fine. I'll eat the damned soup, and then you'll leave me alone." He crabbed, but began eating as soon as he could remember where his mouth was located.
Strangely he began to feel more awake the more he ate - immediately making him suspicious enough to stare into the soup. Looked like normal veggie soup.. hmm.. "Nothing," He replied absently to her question, poking a potato aside to peer into the gravy.
She'd put something into it. He KNEW it.
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Post by Greenie on Aug 31, 2008 0:47:10 GMT -5
"I'm not going anywhere until I find out what happened," She retorted, crossing her legs as best she could in the cramped space. Sweet Suits, why was there so little space in here? Her suite was bigger than this!.. but she didn't have as much furniture in it. Must he have his desk located in the same space as his bed?
Dumb question.
"Nothing?" She questioned doubtfully, an eyebrow risen. "Nothing is the reason why you haven't eaten or slept for three days. For some reason, I don't believe that." Vessie replied sarcastically, but grimaced when he began poking in the soup. The kid drank so much caffeine that it wouldn't surprise her if he recognized it - but it looked as if he'd gotten enough in him to stay awake a bit longer.
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Post by Greenie on Aug 31, 2008 0:52:03 GMT -5
"What?" He asked, distracted by his search for evidence of tampering. No pills, no strange powders.. whatever it is had been "injected" cleanly, damn her. He would figure out, and until he did he wasn't eating anymore. "Oh. No." He finally managed to reply, then looked up and realised how confused she was.
After a long, drawn out exasperated sigh, he rolled his eyes and explained. "I haven't eaten because I'm not hungry, I can't sleep because I'm trying to figure out what the hell I'm going to do with a toddler in the Court of Spades. I don't have time for anything as it is, and I have no idea how I'm going to fit a child into that." He paused and rubbed at his eyes habitually, then wrinkled his nose. "I have an unfortunate tendancy to sleep with asshats, and as such instead of getting productive results, we bickered and I'm stuck here by myself. Does that answer your nosy, unwanted questions, Mother?"
Abruptly, his answer came to him. "You laced it with CAFFEINE. Bitch, gah." He would have fallen asleep in another hour or two, and now he was going to be up for hours. Fuck.
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Post by Greenie on Aug 31, 2008 0:55:30 GMT -5
Surprised by his sudden desire to share his lifestory with her, she could only stare and absorb information for a few seconds before her brain synapses responded and pushed her into replying. "Yes. Quite." The ferret managed contritely, then tilted her head and thought about the problem.
That he'd slept with an asshole came to no surprise to her - he practically attracted the personality type, what with his tendancy to argue every sentence people uttered and his inability to refute things that made no sense. He came from Esterberry, which meant he had morals, which meant if Mia asked politely he'd probably actually do something useful. The problem was getting Mia to do something polite.
Manners were one thing she'd always failed to instill into her children. It was her one true failure in life.. not that she really cared anymore.
"Have you considered asking him nicely to move up here?" She asked matter-of-factly, blinking at him. "And yes, yes I did. I take it it's working?"
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Post by Greenie on Aug 31, 2008 0:58:13 GMT -5
Her reply caught him just as off-guard as his rant had, and he simply stared off into space while contemplating it. Being nice to Christopher? He'd tried it, albeit somewhat half-heartedly.. except it had been kind of sarcastic near the end.. and.. fuck. No, he really hadn't, but the canine was such a smug bastard that he didn't want to try to stomach the idea of trying to swallow his pride.
It was what he would have to do - admit he was wrong in some sense in order for the saluki to feel he had won, and he would never let him live it down.
Ever.
"No," He finally admitted quitely, his expression squinching as if he'd smelled something foul. "I don't know if I could."
As for the caffeine.. she would pay for that in babysitting hours later.
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Post by Greenie on Aug 31, 2008 1:01:17 GMT -5
Vessatha watched his expression go from confused, to blank, to annoyed, to somewhat resigned all within a matter of a few minutes. It was interesting, the workings of his mind - she didn't try to completely understand them, but when they actually pieced together like a normal person's would, it occasionally produced results.
Not always, but sometimes.
"Well. If you want to get something from him, I suggest asking instead of bitching like you would with anybody else." She said smartly, standing up as she spoke. "Not everyone is used to tolerating your stupid remarks like we are. You might want to keep that in mind."
She began leaving, but stopped at the doorway to quirk an eyebrow at him. "You might as well eat the rest of the soup, you'll be awake for a while anyways." And then she left.
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Post by Greenie on Aug 31, 2008 1:07:37 GMT -5
Dysthymia couldn't help himself and stuck his tongue out as she closed the door behind her. Immaturity was the only thing that saved his sanity some days - though today he'd pretty much pitched it out the window all on his own.
He sat brooding at his soup for nearly an hour before he dumped it in the wastebasket, then flopped onto the bed and curled around a pillow to think. It was becoming more and more clear that he wasn't able to take proper care of Zether on his own - and the thought of leaving him with Vessatha for more than a week was painful in it's own right. Mia was fairly sure nothing he did or said would get Christopher to come up here - short of asking.
The question was, how to ask without completely losing his pride and/or dignity?
The ferret forced himself to sleep for a scant three hours before he awoke once more, heartily awake, and resigned himself to attempting to write a letter.
The first one started off horribly-
"Dear idiot Christopher,
fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck."
He trashed it immediately. The second one was marginally better,
"Christopher,
I. Can't. Do. This. Alone. I hate you,
Mia."
After nearly five miserable attempts he finally managed to write something that had no swears, no cross-outs and was as polite as it was going to get.
"Christopher,
If you would make time to be with your son a few times a week, I would appreciate it.
Mia."
He purposefully elected not to give any information about where his rooms were or where Zether was - if he was going to make any attempt to come to Spades, he could damned well figure it out on his own. (Small victories!) Mia sent the letter off as soon as he found an envelope, then went and crashed on his bed for nearly a day to avoid thinking about it.
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