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Post by Plato on Aug 15, 2010 14:28:55 GMT -5
It was overcast but rain seemed to be stuck in the clouds. Plato frowned as he watched it, wanting some sort of concrete answer. Rain or no rain. He didn't mind either way, but the middle ground sucked. It meant a tease if there were any laaayyydieeees wearing white!
EVIL WEATHER! JUST EVIL!
He drank a beer as he sat on the tire, just waiting.
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Post by Victor on Aug 17, 2010 19:31:44 GMT -5
"You look thoughtful," Victor said, appearing on the tyre beside Plato. He was hoping everything would be back to normal by now. "Is there not enough eye-candy around?"
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Post by Plato on Aug 18, 2010 10:43:52 GMT -5
Plato offered a deep sigh. "It needs to rain, or not rain. Not this in between shite." A sip of beer was taken, held in his mouth over his tongue before he swallowed. "No eye candy at all. No ladies."
His sigh became filled with lament, a side glance given to Victor. "So... how are you? ... and your boyfriend?" The last part was strained. God, Plato really couldn't stand that pretentious twat.
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Post by Victor on Aug 21, 2010 9:33:03 GMT -5
"Good," Victor said, forcing himself to remain bright.
"Do, uh...do you know what happened to him?" he asked. He still didn't know what had hurt Misto that day.
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Post by Plato on Aug 21, 2010 9:53:56 GMT -5
"No," he snorted. "Why would I? The fag never talk--I mean your boyfriend--never talks to me unless he's off doing his magic stuff, or something else or... or, I don't know. He just doesn't."
He scratched at the back of his neck then lower between his shoulders offering a bit of a pleased groan. THAT was the spot.
"If you ask me, he got bitch slapped, claw protracted."
Funny how, when letting his body and mind relax, his instinct was so spot on.
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Post by Victor on Aug 23, 2010 21:55:07 GMT -5
"Thank you, master of the obvious," Victor said calmly. "I meant by who."
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Post by Plato on Aug 24, 2010 21:17:20 GMT -5
"Fuck if I know. I don't care," Plato replied, snorting a little bit. "Probably got in a fight with some street tom going somewhere he shouldn't have. Maybe pissed them off with his high and mighty--"
Pause. He closed his eyes, trying to breathe deeply.
"Maybe someone was just pissed at losing cards."
There was a crack that accompanied thunder, and Plato looked up as the skies seemed to open, a hard rain to drench the toms to the bone, but Plato showed no indication of moving.
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Post by Mistoffelees on Aug 29, 2010 8:44:29 GMT -5
"You know, maybe you ought to consider that in conditions like these probably the queens won't be running around wearing white, and even if they were being in the rain with you wouldn't be a preference," Mistoffelees' voice called out, high above the pair as he sat on a support beam, body shielded from water. By the way he licked his paw and used it so smooth his hair, one could question his motives.
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Post by Victor on Sept 5, 2010 9:30:05 GMT -5
"Stop perving on us then, Misto," Victor called back.
"You still haven't said why you are so cognitive today," he continued to Plato. "Is Alonzo being all responsible again or something?"
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Post by Mistoffelees on Sept 5, 2010 10:27:12 GMT -5
"Of course I'm perving. That's what I do," Mistoffelees said with ease, still smoothing out his hair, more than just mildly amused.
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Post by Plato on Sept 5, 2010 20:16:21 GMT -5
"But I'm not in disguise. I'm not even in a costume..." Plato said, looking genuinely confused, mistaking cognitive for incognito. He knew something was wrong about it. Really wrong. And he frowned when Alonzo was brought up for the reason for him being... whatever that was. "I don't know-" he answered warily.
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Post by Alonzo on Sept 5, 2010 20:31:32 GMT -5
"Me? Responsible? Pah.." The tom snorted as he quickly tossed the bit of paper he found from beneath his arm away, you know..just in cased it rained. Nothing worse then a headman that was all frizzy and out of control to turn away the ladies. Hell he might as well have had kitty acne then and buck fangs. Shuddering at his own mental thought, he stuck his tongue out and ran his teeth over it as if getting rid of a sour taste in his mouth. "Why the down in the dumps look? You know Plato..the sun...-will-..come out tomorrow..." Arching a brow as he tried to edge his best friend on with that horrible musical pun. Really, who makes puns about musicals or even really cares about them. Ahem. Right.
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Post by Plato on Sept 5, 2010 20:38:45 GMT -5
"Doesn't matter then if it means not seeing some wet t-shirts now," Plato replied evenly as he again sipped at his beer, then a larger few gulps before finishing. He then wiped his mouth off on the back of his forearm and set the empty bottle down.
"Weather's a fucking tease. Needs to rain or not rain."
Still, it seemed like maybe there was something more than just him and his evil weather bothering him. Or maybe just on his mind. He scratched the back of his neck, claws brushing against the hemp cord. He wasn't one to mope in general. He was fairly happy.But then, he didn't exactly feel so happy...
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Post by Alonzo on Sept 5, 2010 20:45:27 GMT -5
"Bro you have to realize that everything is a tease. Nothing comes easy...except Bomba.." The black and white tom snorted at that one, setting down beside his bromance partner before taking the bottle of suds from him, looking to it with a bit of pout in his fine lips. Not even a drop. Damn. "Really? Its just weather...lighten up. Not like it's never rained before. SO what the fuck is wrong? Your manpon stuck up yer ass too far?"
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Post by Plato on Sept 5, 2010 23:01:04 GMT -5
Plato looked like he could vomit, or that he might shove Alonzo, but the look faded as he shrugged his shoulders. How could he even explain something like this? That Victoria caught him trying to learn and now he couldn't get it out of his head?
Though the weather was some sort of something. He wasn't sure what, really. And it was more obnoxious with Sparklebutt sitting overhead. If he and Victor started snogging or something, he'd so punch the magical cat to hell and back. God, Victor had terrible taste. If he wasgonna go gay, he should have gone gay for someone like hi-ohhh.
"I understand," he said suddenly, as he looked to Victor. "Next best thing. I understand."
Maybe some parts of his thoughts were left out. ... such as the explanation of that 'next best thing' he understood. But it made sense. Victor was madly in love with Plato, just had to be. After all, who wouldn't be? He was the hottest of the toms with the sole exception of Tugger. And he was awesome in general. And nice! He always tried to get Alonzo a girlfriend! ... just sometimes the queens happened to want to sleep with Plato first, and he didn't really want to give his bestie sloppy seconds.
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Post by Alonzo on Sept 7, 2010 8:36:29 GMT -5
After a few moments of awkward silence the black and white tom shrugged his shoulders and reached for that bit of paper that he once clutched too so vainly to save his carefuly tosseled hair. Looking it over, he tucked it beneth his arm once more before slapping his hands upon his thighs. "I've seen happier people at fucking funerals...com'on Plato ither spill it or go hang with the girls who lock away there feelings from everyone..while your at it go get your damned nails painted and a damned vibrator..." Sure, Alonzo was concerned for his best bud, but the silent treatment that he was getting irritated him. What was such the big deal about a bit of bad weather?
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Post by Mistoffelees on Sept 8, 2010 10:54:29 GMT -5
Mistoffelees viewed Plato as another species--it was hard to believe a cat could be that stupid. What a disgrace to cats everywhere! His train of thought always baffled the magical cat, how he seemed to assume everyone knew what he was thinking at all times.
He hopped down from the ledge he was perched on, landing with ease next to Victor, arms sliding around Victor's waist with a nuzzle. "Cognitive is in relation to thought, not incognito. He was asking what's on your mind, if you didn't put that together from Alonzo's lewd descriptions." He glanced at Victor, lowering his voice, "I swear, there are so many Platoisms it might as well be another language."
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Post by Victor on Sept 13, 2010 9:16:38 GMT -5
"Oh, that reminds me," Victor said, looking at Alonzo and Plato. "Fags."
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Post by Alonzo on Sept 13, 2010 11:56:13 GMT -5
"Says the Tom nearly getting blown by the other. Kettle black much....?" Alonzo raised a brow as he crossed his arms over his chest, then wiggled them at the pair. "You are jelouse that the power of our Bromance is stronger then any relationship you've ever had..." To add insult to injury, the black and white tom flexed his guns with bravado.
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Post by Mistoffelees on Sept 13, 2010 12:11:44 GMT -5
"Nearly?"
Mistoffelees couldn't help but laugh. "Are you really that oblivious?" Amusement crossed his features as his arms embraced Victor from behind, head peering around the other side of him. Maybe it wouldn't be that bad... this... relationship thing. It was kind of nice, in a way. And calling those idiots fags served them right.
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Post by Plato on Sept 13, 2010 12:31:42 GMT -5
Plato didn't have a chance to respond, to spill it so to speak as he looked around the group, a bit overwhelmed by the commotion. He glanced at Alonzo, nose wrinkling with distaste. "Mistoffelees is Victor's new boyfriend." By the tone, it was clear that Plato was still not quite happy with that. He just hated Mistoffelees so much... that prick. Except when he did magic. Then he was pretty badass.
But his ears perked up. "Fags?" He pointed to himself and Alonzo, definitely confused. "Dude, we're the straight ones. Not you. I mean, I know there's some wishful thinking going on but I've told you before that I don't see you as more than a friend. Now, a lot of cats want me to do them, and really I don't blame them because let's face it--in our group, I'm the hot one. And I truly am sorry that I can't see you as a butt buddy because I don't see anyone as a butt buddy."
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Post by Victor on Sept 13, 2010 12:58:02 GMT -5
"Not a competition you want to start," Victor said happily to Alonzo's muscle display.
"And I meant," he continued to Plato. "That you two got very friendly in front of everyone. Tongues were involved. And other things..." He finished with a particular shaken hand gesture.
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Post by Plato on Sept 13, 2010 13:23:06 GMT -5
Plato looked simply baffled.
"... salt?"
It was the only thing his else-wise perverted brain could come up with. The idea that he and Alonzo could be gay together just never dawned on him. Ever.
"And what do you mean? Of course we're friendly in front of everyone. He's my homeboy," Plato said, half-draping himself over Alonzo, squeezing him with his arms, head resting on Alonzo's shoulder. The idea that this could look even MORE gay never quite came to mind. Plato wasn't exactly the brains of that duo.
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Post by alleycat on Sept 13, 2010 16:11:24 GMT -5
Artemis happened upon the group just as Victor was making gestures.
"Whoa. What's with the air-wanking, dude?" she said with a grin, and eyed Plato and Alonzo.
Happily, she added, "if I didn't know any better, I'd think I'd just walked in on four very very gay kitties. Just saying, guys."
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Post by Alonzo on Sept 13, 2010 17:48:01 GMT -5
"Lies and a fantasy that you jerk too every night Victor you puss." Alonzo came back quickly, looking down to Plato with a wide grin. They could never be like -that- for eachother. Things would get way to strange. And..awkward. Nope. Him and Plato were just best friends. Not..friends with benifits. Untangling himself from Plato at the sight of boobs, Alonzo straightened his posture and smoothed his mane back, the shaggy mess looking not top notch in the humid weather. "Hey sexy, lemme just show you how not gay I am...." With another eyebrow wiggle the tom patted his lap.
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Post by Plato on Sept 13, 2010 18:33:07 GMT -5
"Yo ARTY! Sup, bro?" Plato called with a grin as he sauntered past Alonzo and threw an arm around her shoulder. "Nice to see a set of tits around here. Too much of a sausage fest when I'm into fish." He grinned and withdrew, expecting to be punched playfully. She was always a lot of fun. He'd gladly do his friend in a heartbeat though he wouldn't avidly pursue her.
He'd avidly pursue someone like Vi--
The thought hit him hard and he withdrew more suddenly from Arty. "I need another beer, I think."
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Post by Victor on Sept 14, 2010 0:23:51 GMT -5
"So you two don't remember?" Victor asked. "Shame. Maybe I should find Bomba to remind you."
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Post by alleycat on Sept 14, 2010 9:59:55 GMT -5
"I think I'll pass, thanks, Lonzmeister," Artemis said with a grin.
She leaned into Plato's hug, in a friendly sort of way, but did indeed give him a little shove with her shoulder at the tits mention. Just for fun of course - she was pretty much immune to her best friend's comments. The banter was all in good humour.
"They're barely there, though," she commented, looking down her cleavage, or lack thereof, for emphasis. Her green tank top, the same shade as her eyes, wasn't exactly breast-enhancing, but even if it was, it wouldn't help much. Artemis had the physique of an athlete, and as such had a slightly boyish figure.
She perked up at Victor's comment. "Don't remember what?"
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Post by Mistoffelees on Sept 14, 2010 10:17:03 GMT -5
"Or just ask me," Mistoffelees commented, nudging Victor. "And darling," he added to Artemis, "Be GLAD they're not there. They're weapons of mass destruction. Get too close, and you suffocate and die." He made a face, rolling his eyes. "And if it wasn't clear enough, our two resident heterojerks got drunk, made out, and had some hand job action going on. Actually, I think that was Alonzo's idea, if I remember correctly... I got kind of high and forgot almost everything except turning down Tugger and his orgy idea."
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Post by puck on Sept 14, 2010 10:20:21 GMT -5
"I remember, unfortunately." Puck replied, appearing seemingly out of nowhere behind Alonzo. "There's not enough alcohol in the world that can get that image out of my head" she added with a shudder. "I know. I've tried."
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