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Post by Kari Muffin on Jul 4, 2010 23:07:28 GMT -5
Penny was amused. Which was a lot more than what she could say half the time she had been in school. What was it about Mikael that made her day brighter? What was it about being out of Esterberry that made the world a slightly better (though stupid) palace?
When they arrived the woman's nose wrinkled slightly. Chemicals. Wonderful. It was like that time they decided to repaint the dorms and forgot about the people living in them. Good old College. "Well at least it's quite spacey. Better than sharing with that... mouse. What was her problem anyway?"
And then. Then the subject of her came up. She could avoid it. She could say anything really, and he wouldn't be the wiser. But for whatever strange reason she kind of blurted out what she had been avoiding for so long. "Oh. Nothing much. I'm a cop now and on one of my wonderful adventures I got my tongue torn out and replaced by a magical one."
At least she could consider it casual conversation now.
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Post by Nako on Jul 4, 2010 23:15:48 GMT -5
Mikael shrugged mock-helplessly, giving a great rolling of the eyes before responding. "Oh, I don't know. I guess she can't stand how awesome I am. But really, it's that she thinks she knows everything, and she doesn't. If she doesn't listen to what I've got to tell her then Her Majesty is going to chew her up and spit her out; partial to female workers or not, that's not an excuse for shitty work ethic."
At that other bit, Mikael's Solandrian-esque eyes widened in absolute horror. [clolor=navy]"Petunia, what the FUCK??[/color] Someone peered out of their door, but quickly ducked back in when they saw Mikael's fur and feathers flared out.
"Your freaking -tongue-, really? And you didn't at least send a letter? What the hell, when did this happen?? The cop ordeal was completely overlooked. After all, new job status wasn't quite as shocking as amputation.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jul 4, 2010 23:30:33 GMT -5
Petunia bit the inside of her cheek at her friend's response. Well. That was better than most. Much better than what she had actually been expecting. She shifted on her feet, her tail flopping awkwardly as she opened her mouth.
Her tongue was very red rather compared to the purple one that was supposed to be there. She shut it an shrugged before explaining. "Yeah, it was a raid... and I bumped into something. A very nasty red tongue flopped down on me from somewhere and all of a sudden the thing was trying to crawl up my arm and into my mouth."
She chuckled. "It won the fight. With lots of screaming and blood I ended up with this thing. I haven't really... told that many people. And what was I supposed to write in the letter? I have a tongue to replace it and I'm fine... a little traumatized about magical items but fine."
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Post by Nako on Oct 1, 2010 21:28:26 GMT -5
Mikael narrowed his eyes to give her mouth a thorough inspection. He hadn't ah… been.. privy to many peers into her mouth, but there was a rather obvious line where the far base might have been a darker color. Or perhaps he was imagining a seam line because of shadow. Hm. Had her tongue been purple before? he might have recalled, because now that he was looking at it, it certainly looked a different color than it had been.
Her maw snapping shut brought him out of his thoughts, and he leaned back a bit to listen to her explanation. It certainly sounded horrifying, and his body gave a visible shudder at the mental image of a writhing, disembodied tongue. "I'd be a little traumatized as well…" Mikael admitted after a moment of thought. His experiences with magical items thus far had been more beneficial than anything. Even his run in with a peacock pen merely ended him with a rather impressive set of wings.
Then, in afterthought, he suddenly absorbed the other part of her comment. A police officer? His first impulse was to worry for her, but he immediately thought that it was prudent to keep that to himself. He'd learned from an early age that strong women should never be patronized, and instead his ears gave an almost mischievous quirk. "I guess it's a good thing I don't make a habit of breaking any laws. You'd have to put me in cuffs!"
There was a snicker down the hall, and suddenly Mikael's ears went pale, then beet red with embarrassment.
"Um! I mean… not…"
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Post by Kari Muffin on Oct 2, 2010 17:31:23 GMT -5
A faint blush formed on Petunia's face. At least he was being nice about the whole incident and agreed with her. His reaction was far better than her Dad's. She had spent hours trying to calm him down. "Thanks for worrying about me though. It means a lot to me that someone is around to be worried about me being attacked by disembodied tongues."
That sounded better in her head.
Her blush grew a bit brighter at his next comment. Of course her mind went straight to the gutter, and the snicker in the background sealed the deal. The mix awkwardly cleared her throat and waved a paw. Hopefully she didn't sound like a complete and utter moron when speaking. "You? Break the law? I'd like to see that happen just so I could have the occasion to use the fuzzy pink handcuffs that my roommate gave me in college."
She stuck out her tongue playfully, "Because you wouldn't survive a day in jail."
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