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Post by Tumblebrutus on Jan 18, 2010 15:37:06 GMT -5
After a nasty cold spell, any hint of warmth was appreciated. Granted, he could stay indoors at his human home, but Tumblebrutus was too antsy, sometimes getting into trouble for climbing up the curtains, or destroying something by accident. And, so, outdoors it was that day as he stretched and smiled, lying on his back. For the mostly cloudy day, he’d been lucky enough to find that the pipe was directly under a broad beam of light, the metal radiating a nice head as he closed his eyes, stretching his arms back above his head, dangling down, a patch of white stomach exposed along with the rim of blue plaid boxers and jeans that were a little too baggy for his belt to do much good.
Sleep was a wonderful thing, completely underrated. A smile spread on his face, expression filled with bliss as he pictured himself in Rum Tum Tugger’s shoes, the kittens (and some toms!) fawning over him like he was the best thing since Bonkers! treats, which said a lot—he loved the stuff! But there he was in dreamland, singing out his heart’s content on key. No voice cracking, no nervousness, nothing. Best. Dream. Ever. Or at least close to the best one since he doubted anything could top the one he had of Jemima.
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Post by Mistoffelees on Jan 19, 2010 15:09:24 GMT -5
How nice.
The black cat was always unpredictable when it came to showing up, leaving, showing up again, going, being here, there, anywhere. It was part of his nature. He knew it. Just like how he knew there'd be the transformation from day to night, or sometimes night to day pending on his mood, whether he was sweet-faced, innocent, and a bit egotistical as Quaxo, or seemingly shy but exceedingly mysterious and talented, as well as a bit egotistical, Mr. Mistoffelees. Maybe there were the changes in mannerisms from being overtly in your face to subtly appearing, or more like making a grand appearance, but the two correlated save for wardrobe at times.
With the kit persona, his Quaxo side, Mistoffelees had come into the Junkyard in black jeans and a black and white sweater. The first time he wore that outfit, he got emo jokes galore. ... but maybe it was just the way he styled his headfur, drawing long bangs into his face until someone said if he drew on his lip he'd pass for a cross between Adolf Hitler and My Chemical Romance.
That didn't matter, not then. What mattered was that he got a delightful view of Tumblebrutus's crotch. THAT was nice.
He could have done the gentlemanly thing of letting the other sleep, or the perverted thing of just standing and watching, but no, he'd do what he often did: get in Tumblebrutus's face. And so, he did just that, taking off at a run before leaping in the air, pouncing atop the other with a grin. "Gooooooood morning!"
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Post by Tumblebrutus on Jan 19, 2010 15:16:39 GMT -5
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, YES!!!!!!!! COME ON, COME ON! COME-
"AHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Bolting upright, head colliding against Mistoffelees face, he was disoriented. The hell? In his dream, he'd been in the middle of doing the deed with Cassandra but this most definitely wasn't Cassandra, and he definitely didn't love Cassandra. It made no sense in terms of fantasy.
Blinking a few times, the cat finally groaned and flopped back. "You suck." Words said with a smile. At least it wasn't Pouncival, or he would have tried to punch the tom in the face. Or Plato or Alonzo, where he'd fear getting punched himself. An arm lifted, fingers scritching behind Mistoffelees' right ear.
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Post by Mistoffelees on Jan 19, 2010 21:08:59 GMT -5
A purr was offered, then the wriggle of Mistoffelees' hips as he tilted his head into the touch, grinning, completely satisfied with himself and his mischief. Tumblebrutus was definitely one of the toms he liked best. Younger than him, sure, awkward, definitely, but cute to boot, especially when he was sprawled out. And, at this moment, straddled easily over his waist, Mistoffelees wasn't in a hurry to move. Why would he be?
"Yes. Yes, I do," he replied, grinning playfully, venturing to smirk. Okay, maybe he was pushing it with that one but well, he didn't exactly see anyone who'd reprimand him in the vicinity. Hell, some would probably encourage it. ... unless they were sandy.
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Post by Tumblebrutus on Jan 19, 2010 21:25:24 GMT -5
"Hm?" An eyebrow arched, confusion crossing Tumblebrutus's face before he flushed crimson, bolting upright in a sitting position, arms wrapping around Mistoffelees' waist before he released them, paws pressed flat on the pipe. God, he just... had to go there. Embarrassing put it mildly as he wriggled. So long as Mistoffelees didn't scoot back, they were a-okay. And if he did... well, he'd deal with it then.
Shaking his head, lips sealed with a tiny smile, he exhaled. He could have been suave, ask something like, 'Nice to have some warmer weather, right?' but no. Instead, he asked, "What's up?"
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Post by Plato on Jan 19, 2010 21:30:42 GMT -5
"WHAAAAZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP?!"
Plato's voice rang through the Junkyard before he appeared, sauntering a little to the beat he was thinking about, mind already on the next sort of dance moves he'd pull on the floor. He was SO CLOSE to nailing that pelvic thrust. SO. CLOSE. And once he nailed that, he'd be nailing a lot of babes.
... he hoped.
His eyes moved to the pair before he stopped, stared, and burst out laughing. "I'm sorry! I didn't know I was disturbing your, ahaha, alone time, ahahahaha. Oh man, where the fuck is Alonzo and Pounce? They'd prolly piss themselves."
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Post by Mistoffelees on Jan 19, 2010 21:38:27 GMT -5
God damn it. Of course their moment had to be interrupted, and by Plato of all cats. Stoner central, here they went. Ugh. It was obnoxious. Almost as much as the other's stupidity.
"It's "are." Not "is,"" he corrected. "It'd be "where are Alonzo and Pounce" not "is.""
Like that wouldn't fall on deaf ears, or deadbeat ears, or well. Something along those lines. "And if you actually let us be, maybe there'd actually be something to interrupt. From where you stand, nothing." Pity, really. Now it'd be all awkward. Three's a crowd, or some logic like that. At least Plato was alone.
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Post by Tumblebrutus on Jan 20, 2010 9:47:09 GMT -5
... well, at least Mistoffelees had some sort of comment, and despite the general embarrassment he often had, the cat couldn't help it--he laughed. Something small at first, though building a little in momentum, maybe a little more confidence offered as he lightly looped his arms around Mistoffelees' waist, sticking his tongue out at Plato. Maybe he was an omega, true, but he figured it was relatively safe if he had that particular cat on his side.
At least he hoped that was the case...
"You came too soon," he chimed in, all too eagerly as he tried to piggyback off Mistoffelees' comment, though soon, again, he was blushing furiously. Right. Real smooth, Brutus, keep doing that and you'll never get laid.
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Post by Plato on Jan 20, 2010 9:56:20 GMT -5
Now it wasn't funny anymore.
Plato offered a dirty look to the pair, and wished that Tumblebrutus was closer so he could scratch the other across the face, or at least give him a hard smack; Mistoffelees would remain unscathed--damn the cat for being friends with so many girls!!! Still, low blow when it came to terminology. Maybe some of the cats learned to read, and maybe some were expected to be great thinkers, and maybe Plato would be held up to the standards his father had but... it was different. Street smart, yeah, he had that. Book smart, no. His father had tried for awhile when he was a kitten but eventually gave up and focused more on his siblings, who seemed to pick it up faster. The different vernacular just sounded the same to him, almost like how words generally looked the same.
"Yeah, whatever."
Plato lumbered toward the pipe but moved a little past it and sat on the ground, back against the metal like a backrest, tail swishing as he curled it around him. He didn't care for heights too much. Afraid, no. Just didn't like them much. He wanted to be right on the ground where everyone could see him. And hey, the more people seeing him, the better. That meant one more step toward Tugger-dom, his personal Nirvana.
"I'm bored," a protest, and pout.
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Post by Mistoffelees on Jan 20, 2010 15:49:51 GMT -5
"And what do you expect us to do about it, hm?" Mistoffelees raised an eyebrow, amusement playing on his lips though he essentially brushed the other off. Probably wasn't worth riling him up for. And as far as he was concerned, he was almost a bit... proud?... that Tumblebrutus would attempt a comeback, pitiful as it was.
"Normally I'd say three's company but maybe it's really a crowd."
He shifted his weight, rising up on his knees to sit better, tapping his chin lightly. "Could do some magic. Maybe get food. Still boring... hm."
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Post by Tumblebrutus on Jan 21, 2010 10:29:41 GMT -5
"I dunno. I was having a good time sleeping until Sparklebutt decided to wake me up," Tumblebrutus offered with a nod of his head, again seemingly relaxing as his arms tightened a little around Mistoffelees' back, head turning enough to look at Plato and have his ear and whiskers against the other's shoulder. He'd have preferred against his chest but it was kind of adorable with how short the black cat really was in comparison to him at least, not that he was particularly huge but maybe tall for his age. He was hoping to at least see perfect eye level with Plato or Alonzo, then he'd have a remote chance of standing up against an alpha.
It was weird. He should feel self-conscious about being close to a tom in front of Plato, he knew he should, but Mistoffelees put him at ease, especially when he was in his Quaxo self. Part aspiration and admiration for his talents, of course, but it just felt nice to be physically close to someone, no matter who they were. So was the way of the omega. It was kinda pathetic that he still remembered one of the days when Plato had been close to him, a stranger coming into Jellicle territory. He'd put a paw on his shoulder as if to hold him back, or maybe to spring forward protectively.
"Could practice some of the moves Tugger has."
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Post by Plato on Jan 21, 2010 15:02:43 GMT -5
"Since when did you guys become BFFs?" Plato snorted, more along the line of a scoff when the idea of practicing Tugger moves was brought up. Of course he practiced, and any time his God was around he'd imitate his steps in front of anyone, but like hell that'd fly with Mistoffelees around. Jealousy, had to be. Who could blame, Misto, though? There was no way ANYONE could be as cool as THE Rum Tum Tugger.
Because well. Just because.
A close second would be himself, though. Plato was definitely aware of his inherent sexiness. It totally helped with the ladies.
Sometimes.
"Can't exactly do that with Sparklebutt in your lap. Fuck, man, I'm hungry."
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Post by Mistoffelees on Jan 21, 2010 15:15:50 GMT -5
"Jesus, would you guys quit it with the Sparklebutt? It's not funny after the hundredth time you say it," Mistoffelees groaned, eyes rolling, exhaling through his nostrils. Dealing with one idiot was one thing, dealing with two was another. At least Admetus wasn't there or Pouncival, or Mistoffelees was sure his brain would hurt from the degree of the stupid.
Though definitely Plato made up a good percentage of that. Moron.
He stretched, however, arms above his head before moving a leg over Tumblebrutus's lap until he sat on the pipe alongside him. "You go ahead. I'm not hungry for something that's been thrown out last week." A dry comment, something that he thought could easily go over Plato's head.
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Post by Tumblebrutus on Jan 22, 2010 15:37:00 GMT -5
"All right, we'll see ya then, Sparkle--I mean Misto?" Tumblebrutus asked, bringing his knees up and over his head as he somersaulted backward over the pipe and landed on his feet, knees bent, with ease. Straightening out, he readjusted his pants, tugging them up near his waist before letting them fall, the belt catching its hold over his hips. A smile was fixed on Plato, arms stretching above his head. "Lead the way."
Because like hell Plato would follow Tumblebrutus anywhere.
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Post by mistressbitch on Jan 22, 2010 18:54:42 GMT -5
"Where are you boys off to?" The sleek queen asked from her high perch, tail swishing lazily behind her as her ears pricked. Her dark colouring and clothing lended to making her hard to see from where she was, the only thing easily visable at that moment her bright, glimmering eyes. And then a slight smile, light glinting somewhat off white teeth. She had not been there for the entirety of the conversation, but had gathered enough to be amused - and of course, they were getting up to leave, and if they left her entertainment would be long gone.
She took her time to carefully stretch out every muscle in her legs before making her way slowly down to her 'companions', bored enough to choose to associate with them. A broad smile playing on her sharp lips, she put her paws on her hips and looked between Tumblebrutus and Plato.
"Why in such a hurry? As Mistoffelees so stated, there is better than week old trash." She purred in her low voice, ears giving a slight twitch with her nose somewhat tilted in the air. "I would almost be willing to lead you to some."
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Post by Plato on Jan 22, 2010 23:31:40 GMT -5
YesyesyesyesyesyesYES! CASSANDRA IN SIGHT, AND NO ALONZO!
It was all of Plato's holidays in one. He must have been a good boy for Santa. Must have.
"Anything you have to eat would be absolutely divine. I'm game for wherever you're heading. Your den?" Maybe the last bit was a little hopeful as he scooted toward her, almost pushing Tumblebrutus in his efforts.
"Besides, looks like my schedule cleared up. Those two were fagging out earlier so I'm sure they'd be up for their previously scheduled activities."
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Post by Mistoffelees on Jan 22, 2010 23:36:28 GMT -5
"Go to hell, Plato," Mistoffelees snorted before looking at Cassandra apologetically. He never was one for extremely foul language, and well... guess it didn't matter one way or another. But he liked Cassandra. She seemed to like his magic, and well, he always liked fans in one sense or another.
It was in that sense that he hopped down, landing with ease next to Plato, to whom he gave a shove with his hip at before moving a little behind Tumblebrutus, arms encircling his waist. If Plato wanted them to fag it up, he'd give them that. ... maybe an unfair situation for Tumblebrutus but if it got his mind off...
God, that was an assholish thing to do.
So... why did he give Tumblebrutus that extra nuzzle with his head, look at Cassandra, and wink?
"I apologize for any barbarians you have to deal with. No Alonzo today? Or Munkustrap? Or... the Rum Tum Tugger?" A name that was forced into nonchalance. One that seemed sealed with hatred.
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Post by Tumblebrutus on Jan 22, 2010 23:39:37 GMT -5
"I--what--where--whu--uhnn---" Tumblebrutus spluttered as he looked to Cassandra, face lighting up, especially when Plato had to just... say that out of anything. He didn't need to hide that he straddled the fence... did he? But what if she got the wrong idea? Cassandra was just gorgeous. He liked the way she was so exotic and had such pretty eyes. Jemima had really pretty eyes too.
A little trapped in thought, he didn't realize the arms around him until he felt the warmth of the nuzzle and he looked down to Mistoffelees, smiling faintly. "Hi Cassandra," he barely whispered, voice cracking, dropping a bit too deep. "... it's not exactly what you think it is."
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Post by mistressbitch on Jan 24, 2010 23:34:21 GMT -5
Her sultry lips curled into a slight smile, paws on her hips as her tail flicked a little behind her. "Quite an interesting situation." She purred, almost chuckling as she glanced between the pair, Mistoffelees and Tumblebrutus, and the lone tom, Plato. She decided to ofocus on Mistoffelees for now, being the most tolerable of the three, even if he was really of little 'use' to her.
"No, no one today. It seems I lack interest." Where Bombalurina would have offered a pout, she kept an expression of indifference; she really didn't much care. She treasured the peace as much, if not more, than the time she spent with others. It was what tended to set her apart from the other queens, and most cats in general, it seemed. Today she had, in her own rundabout way, saught out company; perhaps not of the sort assumed of her, but she did need interaction from time to time. "I decided to see if anyone would like to spend some time with me, perhaps some nice conversation." An all-too-nice smile crossed her lips as she looked up Plato, almost arrogant.
"Such conversation would likely not take place in my den. There's nothing for you to eat there; you have quite a bit of growing up to do." Shot down; she couldn't help it. Cassandra, if she wanted a tom, wanted a real tom; one who could take some responsibility for his actions, and knew what he was doing. The Rum Tum Tugger was, truthfully, a poor excuse; but he was worth it from time to time. If only to piss off everyone else. "Perhaps, given a couple years to develop, you could then speak to me."
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Post by Plato on Jan 25, 2010 13:57:51 GMT -5
Buuuuuurn.
Well, that was okay. Cassandra really was too old for him anyway. HA! TAKE THAT--wait, is Cassandra psychic? No? Goddamn it. His ears only drooped for a moment before he burst into laughter, clapping his paws a few times to overemphasize his general amusement. "Well, no one said talking had to be involved."
Because really--what the hell? Why was she paying attention to frickin MISTOFFELEES?! Did the Gaydar magically not go off in her head? Did she not see his sparkling, rainbow-colored ass frolicking about practically molesting Tumblebrutus in front of her--
wait, what?
"Dude!" Plato spluttered, as if having some sort of revelation, maybe one about the situation. His expression mirrored that one one who was about to say something incredibly profound.
"You really don't like Tugger, do you?"
And, just as easily as it came, he was distracted by the growl in his stomach. "Seriously, can we go talk and eat at the same time? I'm frickin' starving. I blame Alonzo." Just because he could.
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Post by Mistoffelees on Jan 25, 2010 14:08:33 GMT -5
You really don't like Tugger, do you?
Mistoffelees couldn't help but groan, essentially facepalming at the other's stupidity, revelation or what have you. A sigh was offered then, a deep one at that. Well... so long as Plato didn't say the opposite, then Mistoffelees wouldn't have to kill him, or at least kick him in the nuts.
The last thing he'd ever want to do is fulfill any sort of fantasy Rum Tum Tugger had about everyone being in love with him, including the toms who clearly weren't. Plato's ridiculous mancrush on him was, well, ridiculous, and certainly Tumblebrutus thought Tugger was "totally rad" as he once put it, unfortunately mistaking "Plato slang" for being "awesome slang." No. Everyone loved him, wanted to be him, or were annoyed by him.
And Mistoffelees downright hated him.
Bollocks.
Shifting uncomfortably, he stepped away from Tumblebrutus, maybe a bit too hastily as he smoothed out his sweater and gave Cassandra a warmer smile, arm extended in offering. She might have been considerably taller, but he was chivalrous and at least had to offer. That was what one did with queens, or should. Really, did the toms forget manners or were they never taught them to begin with? Tumblebrutus was at least young enough and smart enough to have a chance at learning; Plato, Pouncival, Admetus, and Alonzo, he decided, were definitely beyond help. Maybe it had to do whether they belonged to a human home or not, though come to think of it he wasn't sure which of them applied. He used to use the collar rule until realizing that he was refined, definitely had a lovely human home, and didn't wear a collar. Granted, that might have been because he'd take it off the moment he could and now had a nice collection in his den, but that was beside the point.
"I would be honored to have your company for a bite to eat and conversation, if you're interested. And I guarantee that I would not be presenting you anything that's turned green from mold."
Sometimes he really wondered how the strays could get down what they did. It made his stomach churn thinking about it.
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Post by Tumblebrutus on Jan 25, 2010 14:14:10 GMT -5
... did he just get blown off completely?
Tumblebrutus was stunned, and didn't try to mask it as he stared. One moment, the black cat was wrapped around him like the best thing ever, the next he was offering his company to Cassandra. Why? Mistoffelees wasn't that much of a flirt... well, maybe he was, really, but she wasn't his type unless Tumblebrutus was blind to something.
But that sort of moving away, it was a snub. Definitely a snub. And maybe it stung just a bit, also something that he didn't try to hide as he stayed put, expression soft, clearly questioning.
Why?
"I... wouldn't mind going with you guys, if that's all right. I don't really have other plans until I have to go back to the family."
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Post by mistressbitch on Jan 27, 2010 22:41:59 GMT -5
Cassandra gave a soft chuckle at Mistoffelees, an amused expression on her face before she turned to Tumblebrutus, offering an arm. She held a little sympathy for him, standing there alone and looking a little out of sorts. He wasn't nearly as aggrivating as Plato, either.
"A lady rarely denies decent company." She said, her teeth flashing in what might have been a kind smile, originally; such an expression didn't grace her features easily. And, to be fair, it didn't help she didn't quite think of the young tom as 'decent company'; but Mistoffelees seemed to like him, and she did not want to appear any more rude than she actually was. She was graced with a few manners.
After a moment for pause, she tilted her head and looked at Plato, her ears lazily perking forward. "You, I could take or leave. Tag along if you wish, just don't expect any attention from me." At least she was honest...
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Post by Plato on Jan 28, 2010 20:05:34 GMT -5
Whatever insults or poor undertones were thrown his way, Plato seemed immune to them as he gave Tumblebrutus a thumbs up before he stretched, arms high above his head, back cracking a little from being stiff. Food searching: always a super joyous occasion, and maybe Mistoffelees would do some magic or act like less of a pansy with Cassandra around. Though he supposed it wasn't so bad, the pansy stuff. Just sometimes grated on his nerves.
Or maybe that was just the boisterous ego that went with it and how Victoria was so close to him and... ugh.
"Be nice to her! Maybe then you can get your first kiss!" Plato teased. Anything to lighten up the too somber mood.
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Post by Mistoffelees on Jan 28, 2010 20:11:14 GMT -5
"Oh please, not this again," Mistoffelees groaned. "Plato, can't you be quiet for like... two seconds? You used to be quiet all the time. What changed?" He paused for a moment, looked at Plato, paused again, then sniffed the air. Catnip would explain everything. Catnip explained a lot of things in life, the things that maybe weren't so great.
Still, he supposed it'd be nice, and he was utterly shocked at Tumblebrutus speaking up, but more shocked at Cassandra not telling the kit to sod off. Even encouraging it. Wow. Impressive.
A closed-lipped smile toyed on his face and he bowed his head forth a tiny bit. Maybe this lazy day would turn into something remotely fun.
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Post by Tumblebrutus on Jan 28, 2010 20:22:35 GMT -5
Oh, Tumblebrutus MUST have done something good because the Everlasting Cat was being TOTALLY awesome right then. His jaw nearly dropped when he wasn't flat out told to go away, and he wasted no time in scooting forward, his arm linking in the proffered one, possibly the dopiest expression possible on his face, which was just simply beaming. "Thanks. For letting us come, too. I--er--I mean--sorry. Just... excited."
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Post by mistressbitch on Feb 1, 2010 18:30:46 GMT -5
Cassandra gave a soft hint of a chuckle at the kitten, amused by his reaction. She was capable of a kind word or action from time to time; it just wasn't usually as funny. But, for once, she felt a bit of remorse for the kitten. She didn't want to steal his company. She had nothing against him, after all.
"It is no trouble." Cassandra spoke smoothly, ignoring Plato still. There was no point in acknowledging him, it would only make him worse. Though to be fair, ignoring him could probably have the same reaction. It could go either way. "You look like you could do with a good meal, I figured I would not deny you the chance."
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Post by Plato on Feb 1, 2010 20:43:22 GMT -5
He offered a pout, somewhat of a whine before letting it brush off his shoulders, a few bouncy steps taken forth, hips shaking maybe a little as he took the lead, as if he knew where he was going. He really didn't, though. Especially when he turned so he'd walk backward, able to face the remaining trio. They looked so... odd. Brutus always looked odd, Cassandra was just hot, and Misto was short. It kinda made him want to kick the black cat and see how far he could punt him, but, fortunately, he kept that thought to himself.
Hell, if Cassandra was actin' all proper and stuff, maybe he STILL had a chance to screw her and THEN gloat to Alonzo. That'd be... awesome. Well, for at least five minutes.
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Post by Mistoffelees on Feb 1, 2010 20:45:50 GMT -5
Cassandra was being nice?
... a little too nice for those hooligans.
Maybe it was pretentious of him to think she'd always be nice to him in particular but... he hadn't exactly been wrong so far. Not in the least. "You're very kind to everyone, Cassandra." A nice comment. And a true one. Plato didn't count, no matter how much he'd protest that.
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Post by Tumblebrutus on Feb 1, 2010 21:45:40 GMT -5
"Thank you," Tumblebrutus murmured, just about on cloud nine, almost a floating sensation as he walked, grinning rather dopily if not dotingly cute. The urge to nuzzle against her surfaced but he refrained; it was nice enough she was letting him come along, last thing he wanted to do was get on her bad side. Or anyone's bad side, really. That'd be like learning lessons from Plato or someone equally stupid.
... though Plato did score a lot it seemed and was pretty cool.
His tail swished pleasantly.
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