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Post by The Rum Tum Tugger on May 21, 2010 21:32:31 GMT -5
"Eh," Tugger dismissed. "It's all normal. Nothing to worry about."
"And there's no need to worry about what happens to your bits," he added. "At this point it's like...testing the equiptment. It'll happen whenever, not for any reason. No matter who you are around."
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Post by Tumblebrutus on May 21, 2010 21:51:19 GMT -5
Tumblebrutus gave the older tom an expression filled with dubious scrutiny, not exactly buying it. Not for a minute, really. "All norMAL? No matTER who I'm aROUnd?"
Definitely couldn't believe that. After all, Pouncival was so perturbed. But, then again, his friend did say he couldn't help it, and Tumblebrutus felt that was fairly accurate. But, well... it was confusing.
"How can you just SAY it's all norMAL? I don't get IT."
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Post by sirscootsalot on May 21, 2010 22:21:33 GMT -5
I don't get it either but okay." Pouncival rolled his eyes slightly before kicking at a rock, frowning. This was awkward. Sure, it might be more awkward for Tumblebrutus, but it was still awkward for him too. And this really should just be funny, not awkward. Pfft. Everything had to get ruined by something else, didn't it? Always. Aaalwaaaays.
Getting up to his feet suddenly, he decided he wanted a change of pace. "Alright! Let's do something fun! NOW~"
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Post by Tumblebrutus on May 21, 2010 22:28:28 GMT -5
"OKAY!" Tumblebrutus scrambled to his feet, tripping a little bit, half bouncing on his toes. It was awkward and embarrassing, but if Pouncival wanted to do something that meant Tumblebrutus was forgiven for being a freak or something.
"Whadduya wanna do? Tugger, you want to plAY with uS?"
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Post by The Rum Tum Tugger on May 21, 2010 22:33:31 GMT -5
"Not sure what games I could play with the kittens," Tugger teased.
Even though he was only just an adult himself. Yes. 22.
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Post by Tumblebrutus on May 21, 2010 22:55:05 GMT -5
"Footie?" Tumblebrutus suggested, though he looked to Pouncival. His friend usually was the one to make those sorts of decisions. "And it'd be fuN, TUggER."
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Post by sirscootsalot on May 21, 2010 23:04:23 GMT -5
Pouncival shrugged. "I guess footie would work." He said, putting his paws behind his head. He really just sort of... wanted to forget this was happening. It wasn't funny anymore so he didn't want to dwell on it anymore. It just made Tumble go all upset on him, which wasn't cool.
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Post by Tumblebrutus on May 21, 2010 23:08:03 GMT -5
"That'd be fUN. I'll get the BAll." He scooted ahead, picking up a lope to try and find where the wayward ball went after it backfired from the kick on the wall.
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Post by sirscootsalot on May 24, 2010 22:57:05 GMT -5
Pouncival rocked a little on his heels, watching Tumblebrutus.
"Hurry up, slowpoke."
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Post by Tumblebrutus on May 25, 2010 7:18:30 GMT -5
"Hey, hey! I'm coming!" Tumblebrutus argued as he tugged up the waistband to his pants before picking up a faster jog. "Give me a second!"
Eyes scanned the ground before he spotted the ball, a foot going on top of it as he pulled it toward him, delighting as it went up the front of his leg. He hit it once with his knee, then a higher bounce over his head as he spun and gave a harder kick to the wall, delighting as it hit more on target and bounced toward his best friend.
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Post by sirscootsalot on May 26, 2010 23:36:49 GMT -5
Pouncival gave a surprise squeak before giving the ball a good kick, it flying way off course and into a pile of rubble.
He made a face and grumbled, going to go get it and holding it in his paws, throwing it at his friend instead. "That was a cheap shot!" He said, as if to cover up his mistake.
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Post by Tumblebrutus on May 26, 2010 23:38:52 GMT -5
"You're just a SORE LOsER," he squeaked, chirping a bit with it, though pleased at himself for the better kick. He followed the ball with his eyes, managing to kick it toward his friend though not as smoothly as he might have before. It was hard manuevering with the growth spurt.
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Post by Plato on Jun 2, 2010 9:45:55 GMT -5
Before Pounce would have the chance to get the soccer ball, Plato intercepted, seemingly out of nowhere, ball bounced off a knee, his head, then other knee, before pivoting and giving it a hard kick past where the youngest boy in the group was. "That's how you gotta play footie," he grinned to Pounce before picking up the pace, jogging toward Tugger.
"S'happenin', Tugger? Where are all the ladies at, and why are you hanging out with these two losers?"
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Post by The Rum Tum Tugger on Jun 2, 2010 23:09:27 GMT -5
"There were heaps of ladies," Tugger replied smoothly. "You just missed them."
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Post by Plato on Jun 2, 2010 23:22:02 GMT -5
"Whaaaaaaaaaaaaat? Seriously? Dude!" Plato's shoulders drooped considerably, as if it were the most devastating news a fifteen-year-old could receive. "If they keep leaving, how am I gonna get some more nookie than I already do?"
Er. Any nookie would probably be more than he currently had.
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Post by The Rum Tum Tugger on Jun 2, 2010 23:27:45 GMT -5
"Yeah, they were playing, and pillowfighting, and in their underwear..."
Surely even Plato would catch on to the fact the the whole thing was a lie?
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Post by Plato on Jun 2, 2010 23:36:14 GMT -5
Plato was practically salivating by that point, running his tongue over his lips as he envisioned some of the queens, definitely inclusive of Bombalurina, and Tugger, and himself, all in a pillowfight turned orgy.
"Dude, that's hot. Tell me the next time."
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Post by sirscootsalot on Jun 5, 2010 23:03:21 GMT -5
Pouncival snorted, rolling his eyes and giving a frustrated sigh.
"Okay. He really IS that dumb." He mumbled, looking to Plato. "There were never any chicks here, dumbass."
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Post by Tumblebrutus on Jun 5, 2010 23:11:08 GMT -5
"Why would giRLS fight in THEIR unDERwear?" Tumblebrutus mused aloud, that fatal voice cracking horribly as he cocked his head to the side, perplexed.
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Post by Mistoffelees on Jun 12, 2010 9:44:26 GMT -5
"If you don't know now, you'll find out later, or end up as stupid as Plato." Mistoffelees rolled his eyes as he walked out, their small group now expanded to five. Maybe it was a bit brattier of him to say, but Plato was older. Plato SHOULD have realized how much of a dumbass he was if even Pouncival picked up on it, and often Mistoffelees was embarrassed to know that, like Pouncival, he also was thirteen-years-old.
The difference in maturity was staggering.
A glance was given to Tumblebrutus in observation, mildly amazed the other was actually talking. Mistoffelees, instead, had drawn himself into silence during that time, practicing his magic a bit more, setting the reputation he didn't yet know he would have.
He continued to walk past and toward Tugger, stopping alongside him with a sympathetic sigh. "Stupid brigade's stupid?"
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Post by Plato on Jun 14, 2010 23:37:02 GMT -5
"Shut up, Faggot. No one asked your opinion," Plato snapped, a little bit huffily as he folded his arms over his chest. The fuck did some punk, glittery ass kit think he could do all sauntering up to Tugger like they were friends? Fucking retard.
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Post by sirscootsalot on Jun 15, 2010 23:19:29 GMT -5
"No clue." Pouncival responded to Tumblebrutus, shrugging and shaking his head. "For some reason Tugger likes that, and Plato is dumb enough to think he was being honest. That part is simple at least."
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Post by The Rum Tum Tugger on Jun 15, 2010 23:32:26 GMT -5
"Surely you boys are old enough to know why girls in underwear are good?" Tugger queried. "You're, er...How old are they?" he asked Plato.
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Post by Mistoffelees on Jun 15, 2010 23:36:44 GMT -5
Even though the question was directed toward Plato, it was Mistoffelees who interjected, "Brutus is twelve, and Pouncival's thirteen, like me." Because he sorely doubted Plato would know, andany time Plato spoke it grated on his nerves. Plus, if it allowed him more opportunity to speak with Tugger, well, he'd take it. Even if he was an asshat.
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