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Post by Shinigami on Jan 29, 2009 14:00:38 GMT -5
Quinn rather reluctantly allowed herself to be pulled off of Christopher, slipping from beneath Sae so that there was only one overly-enthusiastic otter still clinging to the poor man. Then again, she would do anything for her Illustrious Jewel, and so she wasn't too put out by her sudden lack of play toy. Well, not really. She could always find him later, after all, and continue the proper welcome to the family. Maybe she'd even bring Saethre, because it seemed like her daughter knew the protocol as well, and she'd always known the girl had a good head on her shoulders! ...then again, if it hadn't been on her shoulders, that would have just been weird.
Lacking Christopher to lie on, she draped herself over one of Vessatha's shoulders, cuddling in close and nuzzling happily against that bright red fur. Ebony eyes watched her childred from beneath mostly-lowered lids, a pleased little smirk on her face.
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Aphasia whined at Sae, who still hadn't moved, and tugged at her again, working with Mia to try and get her off of the poor man.
...and yeah, he'd caught the similar coloring and race, but there was a difference between a fling and a friend, and despite what Mia said, he rather doubted that Christopher was a friend. Not that he was going to be pointing out to his brother that he was more observant than he'd thought, of course. There was no fun in that whatsoever.
"C'mon, Sae. Let him go." After a few more tugs he sighed and offer her his arm. "You know you want to chew on me. But you can't chew on me if you're still holding on to him, so you'll have to let go. I promise to hold still and just let you gnaw away..." His voice was almost teasing, hoping to lure her away from the Esterberry.
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Post by Greenie on Jun 22, 2009 12:53:01 GMT -5
Vessatha was mildly relieved when Quinn finally released the man; it was entertaining to watch, but much longer and she'd have a bloody mess to clean up. Christopher didn't seem like the type to tolerate obsessive physical "interaction," much to their combined disappointment. Their family was one to give out large amounts of affectionn! ... and torture. Affectionate torture.
She gave the otter a half-smile as her shoulder became a head and body rest, and absently ran her hand along Quinn's arm, gently rustling up the short fur along it. It was good to see her family mostly in one place, especially when they weren't ganging up on each other. Perhaps that was what Christopher was going to be good for: entertaining Saethre and Quinn. The possibilites there were certainly worth looking into, especially if Mia took the brunt of the fallout from it.. options, options.
Saethre frowned from brother to brother then from mother to mother - had they all deserted their cause? It was certainly no fun to beat up on a man by herself, especially with her belly in the way. She glared at Aphasia and shrugged off his arm, then gave Christopher one last "friendly" shove, then detatched herself from him and stalked over to a mostly empty corner to sulk. She, at least, knew how to retreat when outnumbered.
The otter's eyes almost sparked when Aph tried to entreat her with possibilites of tasty chewing, but she was not touching the body of someone so traiterous. "I don't associate with cop-outs, thank you." She said snottily, then turned to face the other way and began rubbing her belly, quietly murmuring to her kicking babies under her breath. Her children loved her, at least, even if her stupid family was being stupid. The dog deserved to get dog-piled! Isn't that what canines were for?
Mia breathed a heavier sigh of relief than his mother when Saethre finally gave up her fight. He wished to avoid adding blue and purple spots to his black ones - his fur wouldn't look good with purple - and unless he removed Christopher from the scene moderately soon, he was going to be sporting a brilliant new addition to his Kahmden spots.
As soon as Sae was a safe distance away from Chris, he quickly pulled the canine to his feet and sidled him behind Aphasia, just as a precaution. You never really knew when Saethre would try a sneak attack.. or Quinn, for that matter. His family was mostly crazy. Mia didn't bother to apologize again, knowing it was useless; Christopher would just have to eke out his anger one way or another and exact his revenge later. Perhaps once Saethre had given birth he'd reintroduce them in a boxing ring..
He coughed once, trying to break the silence. "So... I'm hungry. Who wants to make me a sandwich?"
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jul 8, 2009 16:14:23 GMT -5
Abuse. What sort of abuse was this? Christopher honestly wasn't sure what to do with himself. He honestly wanted to bolt as fast as possible... which was quite possible. The only problem was the amount of spades in the room, and he honestly didn't know who could run faster.
He shot Mia a glare. Honestly. He was going to pay quite horribly for this one later. He had to think of a wonderful way to retaliate.
At the moment though he had to think of a way to escape. And sadly Mia's request for a sandwich wasn't quite good enough. However, it could provide a distraction for him to get away, assuming that someone other than him decided to take Mia up on the offer.
Why had he come here again? The canine's mouth twitched into a frown. He just wanted to bang his head against a wall in frustration.
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Post by Greenie on Jul 27, 2009 17:37:43 GMT -5
(Time jumping with Shini's permission.)
All Mia could think about as he dragged his body onto one of the wonderfully comfortable library couches was how much he loathed his family at that particular moment. He was hoping for a better introduction scene, and got one he couldn't even have fantasized in his many "how can this go wrong" daydreams. His pregnant sister attacking along with his father attacking.. sweet suits, it was something out of a horror book's worse nightmare.
Christopher had requested they visit the library, and much to Mia's surprise, it was almost a mildly polite request. Since he was tired and verging on cranky, he lead the canine in, flopped on a couch and let him have the run of the place. The librarians probably needed a good smack down; Chris was sure to inform them how much their selection sucked and was inadequate and how he was smarter than them. Probably in that indelicate of terms, too.
The ferret lifted his head long enough to peer around for where he'd gone. "Still alive? Not bored to death?" He called out, only mildly sarcastic.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Aug 3, 2009 16:15:08 GMT -5
After a wonderful "discussion" with the librarians over their faulty categorizing several important books. He had wandered off to find several more books that he had been looking for. Mia could have fun sleeping on the couch while he got some work done.
Of course he got distracted, thankfully. Dealing with work all the time did ultimately make him a perpetually frustrated person. And of course he had to have time to read for himself. The canine's ear twitched when Mia called him.
And he threw the book he was reading as hard as he could across the gap between them. It was a good deal away, so when or if the book hit the ferret it would just be a violent tap rather than a brick to the face. Christopher proceeded to pick up the other book, and start to read. This book he'd be able to sit through uninterrupted. He hoped.
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Post by Greenie on Aug 4, 2009 23:59:22 GMT -5
Mia was expecting verbal insults to be thrown. Something about calling him an impatient pussy, perhaps, or maybe something as mild as shut up and let me read and insult your stupid librarians. He was not prepared to get hit in the back of the head with what seemed to be an encyclopedia of mental issues. How.. apt.
He let out a yelp as the spine hit the base of his skull and immediately scowled at the huge throbbing pain. "Asswipe!" He groaned out, feeling dizzy from the pain. "That was totally unwarranted!" Bloody book monger, throwing dictionaries at him.
After the immediate pain - not to mention the stars and stripes hanging around his vision - receded, he groped around for the book and lobbed it back as hard as he could in the direction it had come from. Maybe he'd hit Chris. Probably not... hopefully he'd hit the bookshelf he was next to and send many books crashing down. That would be payback.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Aug 5, 2009 20:52:14 GMT -5
He easily dodged the book. It wasn't like he had to try with Mia's awful aim. What he didn't notice was the fact that it had hit several other books on the shelves above him.
It set off a lovely chain reaction, knocking several books off the shelves. None of them were fortunate enough to directly hit Christopher. Instead they knocked the drink that someone had brought with them in the library.
The water that was in the glass spilled on the table, and onto Chris' lap. The canine jumped up with surprise, a curse flying out his mouth. "Son of a bitch, what the hell?" He snarled at the slimy feeling the water left on his fur. Guh. Disgusting. And now he would smell of wet dog. Without so much as a tiny bit of hesitation he flung another book at Mia. This time he aimed for the head.
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Post by Greenie on Aug 6, 2009 0:52:50 GMT -5
Mia didn't wait before he silently slid off the couch and burrowed up against the base of it. What was the point in being a ferret if you couldn't squish into small places? He knew there would be retaliation, but he could enjoy the spoils of the moment without gaining five more bruises, thanks.
CRASH, boom, splat! There it was! He must have hit a shelf. It wasn't even a moment later that he heard a splash - liquid in the library? - and Chris's satisfying curse. "That's what you get, boyo," he muttered under his breath, then grinned as the second thrown book sailed cleanly over the couch and skidded to a stop on the floor.
The ferret didn't wait for the third book that was probably coming. He skittered away from the couches and snuck up behind the reading canine and bit him hard enough to leave lovely satisfying teeth marks in his shoulder. "That, you bitch, is for the bruise on my head." He slunk away, wrinkling his nose. "You smell like wet dog, ugh. Nast. Shower much?"
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Post by Kari Muffin on Aug 16, 2009 14:07:16 GMT -5
He let out a rather surprised sound when the teeth sunk into him. He swung, and missed when the ferret replaced his grip, blood trickling out of the bite marks. Bastard. Did he really think he had the upper hand in this little battle? And where did he get off saying that he smelt of wet dog?
"It is hardly my fault this blasted water was here. I took a shower this morning but, Good Suits... I think that water had mold on it." He twitched as he glanced down at the wet spot. It felt disgusting, and he was pretty sure it was slimy.
How often did they clean this blasted place? He growled as he slammed his book on the table and glared at Mia. "I think I'll just take a shower again. Have fun being smug by yourself." He turned away and stormed off, trying not to feel like an idiot.
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Post by Greenie on Dec 11, 2009 18:25:39 GMT -5
Mia quirked an eyebrow from his safe distance several feet away. "You're the one that put the cup there, so it's your own fault. Didn't your mommy teach you never to bring food or drink into the library? Tsk tsk." He chastised, snickering under his breath. It really was too bad the canine wasn't wearing a nice pair of pants - he could've looked as if he peed his pants! Ah, immaturity, how he had missed thee..
"I don't think it's mold, dear, that's just your natural wet odor. Do I need to bathe you, since you can't seem to do it yourself?" He replied endearingly, barely masking his grin with a wondering expression.
The ferret hastily backed up against the shelf as Chris moved to storm back, not wanting to get clocked with a loving parting-shot. "Aw, you don't want me to join you? It could be fun!" He called after him, his voice only partially sarcastic.
After the canine was good and gone he sat down in his original chair with a humph. What was he going to do now? And he'd thought he'd been bored before.. He supposed he could go back to work, but knowing Chris, he'd just get interrupted again.
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